The Manic, the Strange and the Crane.
A human only uses ten percent of their brain. Ten percent? Some people however bypass this "law of science" and manage to use the extra brain power to their advantage. Sadly the one time I meet such a privileged person, It all ends...in Blood, Sweat and Tears.
Personnel log: Newly Pronounced Warden and Special girl of Mr J himself, Harley Quinn.
October 21st 9:38pm or something.
I can't believe this is going so well, Mr. J is going to be SO happy. First we let go Big Bane, then Scarecrow (A decision I kinda regret, but who cares!) and now my good friend Pamel...Ivy. This is going to go perfect and me and Mr. J are going to get hitched right here in the Arkham Mansion. Hell, even if it does go to the can at least we can be sure that Eddie will back us up. I mean, that might even be better! Sure, it means we would have lost round one, but if the buildings on fire it sure beats a Candlelit wedding right? RIGHT? Yeah! Oh snap, gotta stop writing, seems B-man is here, I hope this experience will be as shocking for him as it will be for me. Ciao!
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Olivier whimpered with every bump of the unruly forest path. From what he could see ahead of him they we're taking him to one of his and his best friend's favorite hang-outs. Somehow with the dirt roads and straying off the path we had managed to get back to the outskirts of Gotham and back to the Iceberg Lounge.
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Personnel log: Dr Olivier Emmanuel
October 21st 8:58pm
Today has been going from bad to worse with Joker's takeover, Croc's escape and the Blackgate Prisoner's uprising, however something weird has happened. My former friend Jonathan, after years of mental rehabilitation and work he seems to have remembered me. He actually remembered my name! I'm glad this occurrence happened when it did, I was forewarned and locked away...as my colleagues were gassed and eventually killed by him. He remembered me. I will have to find him! His rehabilitation must be working. With the notorious Scarecrow on our side, Arkham will be an all the more safer place!
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Today was an odd day in Gotham. The crime was down, Arkham Asylum was an inferno and the Batman was nowhere to be seen. Curiosity perked in the Gotham crime scenes however when the infamous "Iceberg Lounge" was closed on a day where they usually meet to play a game of Pool and scheme a bank job or two. Today was a special day. Today an experiment would occur that could end up bigger than anything formerly tried. Bigger than Titan and Venom, Bigger than Lazarus pits, even bigger than the bio engineering of Joker Toxin and Fear gas. Today scientists would engineer the perfect super soldier out of a simple Human who was Orphaned by the same parents who would give birth to another son. This experiment was known to Doctor Hugo Strange as:
"Case #4063: The Rebuilding of Oliver Grayson".
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Bruce huddled up in pain as the blood poured from his Abdomen,
"Ora..Oracle...It was a...a Trap"
Barbara Gordon hurried to answer, "Bruce! What was a trap? Are you okay?"
Mr. Wayne quivered trying to squeeze out the pained words,
"The...Trophies, I...thought I had...won, Riddler..."
A shadow formed over the limp weakening body of the Caped Crusader.
"Not much of an exit is it for the Greatest Detective on Earth, I think we should get you to the Manor so you don't go out in such a pathetic way", The Figure Smiled at Bruce.
"Queen...you...you..." Batman retched up some blood and cleared his throat.
"Lifesaver? Hero? You can repay me later" The Green Arrow picked up his wounded friend , Oliver Queen sighed at the remains of the Batwing on the ground before loading Bruce into his car. The car let out a heavy boom as it flew from it's point down the highway and toward Wayne Manor. Toward the Batcave.
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Olivier awoke from his pain induced unconsciousness to find he couldn't move. Panic set in. He could see where he was and when realizing what was about to occur the pure Malevolence of it all caused him to fall again, deep into a terror induced slumber. Hugo was prepping for surgery. His Scrubs, blood stained and rancid. His scalpel, rusted and misused. His Grin, pulsing with morally shattering carnivorousness. He was always at home at the table. Whether it be to create a machine or to carve flesh. Assorted objects littered the room. Power tools. Unstable chemicals. Vats, filled to the brim with deep thick blood, containing various limbs, organs and oddly enough Machinery. Hush entered the room, formerly a social room where the scum of Gotham would drink heavily, inject themselves with god-knows-what, and break all manner of sins with sexual and morally ambiguous acts. Mr Walker, took off his facial wrappings for this occasion and put on a clinical mask. Hugo laughed to himself picking up a battery powered meat slicer, he waved it in the air obviously trying to intimidate the stone resolve of Walker.
"Shh Hugo...for once...just shut up and let's play God".
If only I had been referring to the mind of Doctor Hugo Strange when referring to brilliant minds. He may be a genius in some respects...but his twisted perceptions of reality would destroy me. Destroy Olivier Emmanuel Forever.