⊹ ࣪ ˖𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐘.

He knew what he was doing.

He was never all black or white.. what he did, there was always something more to it. More than surface level.. I just haven't figured it out yet.

You gave that boy everything... and he loved you for it. There's not a doubt in my mind about it.

You gave him purpose, reason to do good. You did that for him.. And the last thing he'd want is for you to have any regret over anything. He was a brilliant boy.. whatever he did.. ++

But that boy... when he set his mind to something the only person who could truly change his mind was himself.

He wouldn't want you to blame yourself.. He wanted nothing more than to make you happy.

Hey— Hey...

No.. no, no, no.

[ Inching closer, he settled his hands on the other's shoulders, an attempt to ground him. ]

Listen to me.. This is not your fault. None of this is your fault.. Ronnie cared about you. He cared so much about you, Rose. You were everything to him, you hear me? ++

Fuck...

I should have known.

The nights I'd let him out, I trusted he judgement. But he told me.. he said he didn't want to be the bad guy anymore.. that he was going to be the one to keep those he loved safe...

[ There's a long silence from Van, his brows coming together with a crease between them.

He'd sigh out just once. ]

It's...not an unreasonable thought. And he did. He wanted to live his life, he wanted to..he told me his plans.

I don't know where the switch— ++

Cheeky thing..

[ A partial scoff, though he'd pull a cloth from his breast pocket, offering it to Rose to dry his eyes. ]

He always worried about you. In the off chance anything happened.. with The Joker. Or even if something happened to him. It's like...he knew.

He said that, did he? He was something else.. The amount of times I had to scold that one for his comments. Not a single filter on that boy..

[ He laughs softly, but there's a fondness in his eyes, if not lingering sorrow. ]

But.. He talked about you everyday..
He was always worried about you.

So he talked about me that much..? Spitfire that one.. but a hell of a boy.

[ He tries not to let the comment get to him, to not let himself get too personal over the loss ... but more than a patient, he saw so much in Ronnie.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. ]

He loved you. Truly.

Wouldn't quite say it's nothing..

Apologies, name's Evander. Van.. Some call me Dr. Dagny, but I'm off the clock for... a bit.

You used to visit with Ronnie over in Arkham, didn't mean to intrude I just thought you were familiar..

I was his psychologist while he was there.

. . . .

You . . . alright there?????

He's on the phone, pacing rapidly.

"The boy, damn it. That boy has no right going back to his parents. You know they didn't give a shit about him."

"He needs a proper burial. Ronnie was not just some corrupt criminal— I'm not getting pers— this isn't.."

"Damn it.."

Damn it, kid....

The loss weighing heavy on Van, he uses vigilante work as his outlet. Working to take out former rivals & other criminals in the late hours of the night. Sometimes his methods are described as anti-heroic if not extreme.

Rather than using his anger to lash out, channeling it into something meant to protect those who've lost their voice in the world, just as he had.

Van himself is a former criminal and drug lord who left the scene after his involvement cost him his daughter & subsequently, his wife. ++

➤ Evander "Van" Dagny is a psychologist known mainly for his work with criminals, especially those within Arkham Asylum.

He had taken up work as a personal psychologist to Ronald "Ronnie" McDowell, known also as Killjoy. Taking the young criminal under his wing, he worked to reform him. ++

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➤ 𝐄vander "Van" Dagny

➤ 𝐌ale (He/him)

➤ 𝐀ge: 36

➤ 6'3

➤ 𝐏sychologist

➤ 𝐕igilante

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

// its ok <3 he blames himself.

// no more babies for you

// yeah?? Yeah you would huh 🫵

// Its hiimmmm

// He blames himself that Ronnie is gone

// He's Ronnie's psychologist <3

// Temp muse <3

❝ ♪ ... Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips
And the sun is like a toy balloon
There are get-up in the morning glories
In the golden afternoon... ♪ ❞

// I knew you would. I cant lie