[ WP ] Misguided or not , every villain has their own motives , their own personality . Write a story about the therapist who works with them .

“ Nice of you to meet me here Bernie. ” 
 
 Said the gaunt man, exasperated. He had just gotten off the M14 bus that dropped him off at 6th avenue, close to the coffee shop where he had arranged to meet with Dr. Bernard Kasdorf; a close friend from his days at NYU and a former colleague at the Teague Psychology center on 63rd and Madison. 
 
 “ Of course Leonard, of course. What did you want to talk about? ” 
 
 “ I just don ’ t know if I can keep up doing the same thing over and over. These people I ’ m trying to help, it ’ s all hopeless. I ’ ll never be able to fix them. ” 
 
 “ What makes you say that Leonard? I ’ ve helped many people curb their disorders and, in some cases, even cure them. ” 
 
 Bernie looked at Leonard with a wry smile as if to say, “ See? If I can do it, you can too. ” However, his smile turned flat after not receiving immediate gratitude from his friend. 
 
 Leonard furrowed his brow and, speaking in a slow tone one would use when expecting complete understanding said, “ Bernie, I know you think you and I do the same thing, but really, we don ’ t. You know my clientele are more difficult to treat. ” 
 
 Continuing his soft, slow speech. 
 
 “ Yesterday, I had a man come in who had been wreaking havoc on this city for years. Not only was he a kleptomaniac, but he had the ability to split himself into an untold amount of clones. On top of that, he had multiple personality disorder, and he projected these personalities onto each copy. Now, what am I supposed to prescribe for that? Honestly. ” 
 
 “ Len, I don ’ t think… ” 
 
 “ A week ago, ” Leonard continued, aware that he had just cut Bernard off, “ I had a man come in, made out of solid ice, who could freeze anything with a touch of his finger. He was going around turning people into living popsicles. You know why? You know what was wrong with him Bernie? Do you? 
 
 “ No, I don ’ t Len. ” Said Bernie, giving up hope that he was here to give advice as much as he was to shut his mouth and listen. 
 
 “ Seasonal depression! Seasonal, fucking, depression all year round. How the hell am I supposed to help him? ” 
 
 Before Bernie could get a word out a waiter came over to take their order. “ Hiya fellas, know what you ’ re having this morning? ” 
 
 Bernie, answering for himself and for Leonard replied, “ Yes, I ’ ll just have a bowl of yogurt and a croissant, he ’ ll have an everything bagel with vegetable cream cheese. ” Turning his focus back on Leonard, “ Len, did I get your order right? Know it ’ s been a while. ” 
 
 “ Yeah, that ’ s fine. ” 
 
 “ Still take your coffee black? ” 
 
 Leonard Nodded. 
 
 “ And two black coffees, please. ” Bernie mentions to the waiter. 
 
 The waiter nods and says, “ You got it, those ’ ll be right out for you guys. ” 
 
 Leonard, still carrying a depressed look on his face looked to Bernie, who had seemed to forget to place the concerned look back on his own. 
 
 Leonard snapped, “ Bernie, do you understand? ” 
 
 “ Yes! Yes, Len, I do. I just don ’ t know why you can ’ t… ” 
 
 Leonard, interrupting again, “ Bernie! Don ’ t you get it? These people are untreatable. A month ago I was dealing with this guy who was locked up for turning into a horrible rage monster and destroying half of Murray Hill. He had Bipolar disorder. ” 
 
 “ Well, that seems easy enough to cure with pills, Len. ” said Bernard, frankly. 
 
 “ Yeah, well when I told him he needed to medicate himself, he got so mad at me that I thought he was going to turn right there in my office! That ’ s beside the point though Bernie. There ’ s a pyromaniac who lives his life constantly engulfed in flames, a birdman who ’ s scared of heights and guy who can shoot electricity out of his hands who has a nervous tic he can ’ t get rid of! The list goes on man, and I can ’ t get into the state of mind to care enough about these oddballs to come up with a method to help fix what ’ s wrong with them. ” 
 
 “ Leonard, I ’ ve been trying to tell you though… Why can ’ t you just, you know, do that mind thing you do? ” 
 
 “ Bernie, you know I can ’ t do that ” 
 
 “ Len, it ’ s a simple solution, you can do it. I ’ ve seen you do it. Just get in there and make them think that they ’ re good, or at least that they don ’ t have these problems, eh? ” 
 
 “ Bernard, I just can ’ t, okay? Not after last time. ” 
 
 The waiter brings out two black coffees and places them in front of the two men. Leonard, staring out onto the traffic on 6th avenue sees a taxi explode with what looks like grape jelly, sips his coffee and says, “ I have to get out of this fucking city, Bernie. ”
