I Now Pronounce You: Reborn
Any situation is changed via perspective. What is a tragedy for one man is a miracle for another. For example if a Lioness dies trying to hunt to feed her cubs, is it not a miracle for all of the vermin who feast upon her flesh? It seems like a warped perception, but forgive me if I'm not thinking straight.
Personnel log: Dr Olivier Emmanuel.
October 24rd 2:38pm
I have been examining the remains of Crane further, even though his body is in shreds tore up by the Croc, his mind is alive...My god is it alive. I can't explain it but when I examine this twisted mass of tissue, I seem to learn more about his Psyche, what possessed him to do this and most interesting of all...His formula for his Toxin. I will continue my research later but for now, I have to suit up and put on a brave face for today they are burying my former love. The one who killed any chance of me actually living.
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His vision readjusted as he regained his consciousness. Chaos was everywhere, It seems that the bomb in the coffin was nothing but a trigger to set off a large chain or explosives. The Asylum was like nothing Olivier had seen before. Crumbling pillars of Hellfire stood before him a rich black smoke bellowed around. Thousands of people ran free from the horrors of this former renounced place of Healing. A pain suddenly struck him, his eye. It felt like it had been struck by lightning. Olivier moved his hand toward his face regretting it moments after. "What the Hell!?" A few medical workers nearby rushed to his aid.
"Ah good, he survived"
"How the hell, I ain't never seen anyone survive with that happening to them".
Olivier sat there in silence feeling the space where his eye used to reside. He would have weeped if he could. He wasn't the man he was. But at least he was alive.
"Get him into the Ambulance".
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Personnel log: Dr Olivier Emmanuel
July 31th 8:45pm
She loved it! I can't believe it. I knew it was a risk with her being non-religious but she loved it! Sure it may have cost more than I intended to spend, but for what it is it was worth it. A solid Silver Cross for the woman who saved me from depression. From falling into a dark place. From doing something terrible.
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"What the Hell is happening?" Cash yelled across the courtyard to a group of guards as he pulled himself up from the floor and brushed himself off. Room by room the Asylum was going up in flames. He didn't know who to blame, The Joker for setting this up or the dumb ass Doctor who jumped in the grave and fell for his trap. Unless...unless the Doctor was in on it. Cash stumbled over to the grave stepping over the corpses of the people who took the brunt of the explosions. Horrible forms burnt beyond recognition, pieces of wood harpooned through them. Single limbs malformed due to the chemicals and toxins that burned their flesh away. When he got closer he saw it. What had happened to Doctor Olivier Emmanuel. Flesh singed away from almost his whole body, however it seemed to have mutated in a similar manner to how the prisoners had mutated under the effects of the Titan compound but to a lesser mistake. But most disturbing of all was his face. Even the strong resolve of Cash couldn't help but break after seeing this disturbing visage. His hair had mainly burned turning his long black hair into a singed mess of Smokey grey. His left eye impaled on the melted remains of a Silver Cross wilting under the heat of the explosion, but most horrifying of all. His singed lips and cheeks had had been burned in such a way that a look of pure despair looked to have been etched onto his face, twisted, cracking and lifeless. Cash could do nothing but pray at that moment seeing a man who must have died in complete agony. Complete horror. Cash walked away from the shell of a man to see a sign of hope. Almost a dozen Ambulances flooded in through the gates of Arkham.
"Let's hope we can at least save more than we've lost in this shitstorm.
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"Okay Ra's, I held up my end of the Bargain, now how are we going to use this to lure in Bat-brain?"
"Patience Edward, We just have to wait for Hugo, Thomas, Oswald, Harvey and Jonathan to finish".
"Ah Ra's, I hate to inform you that Jonathan met his demise not long ago. I would have expected you to know that being as "Intelligent" as you are".
"And I would have expected you to not be as naïve. Using my newly re-engineered Lazarus serum nothing is out of my league".
"I like the way you think, you remind me of...me!"
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"Don't worry man, you're gonna be in the hospital in no time". Olivier calmly nodded causing him great pain in his neck and head.
"I'm Evan, just trust me your going to be alright".
"Evan?" The other paramedic called.
"Yeah Tommy?" he called back.
"Hush.." Olivier could not believe what he was seeing as Evan's blood was spattered over him. The quiet paramedic pulled a gun on his colleague and painted the wall of the Ambulance with it.
"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, what was the use in that?" The Ambulance stopped dead with those words as the driver walked around and opened the back doors. Tommy stepped smoothly out of the Vehicle as the other man walked in. Olivier cowered when he realized who he was looking at, towering over him.
"Allow me to introduce myself Mr Emmanuel, I am Doctor Hugo Strange and we have been waiting a long time to get our hands on you."
It's hard to think straight since in this life I have a cross to bear.
Deep in the depths of my frontal Lobe