Olivier Emmanuel: Living Doll, Living Autopsy.

Mary Shelley once wrote, "The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more." I may weep no more. But the wind can be a maternal bitch, blowing you down from happiness and into the hands of a monster.

E-Mail from: Jack White. Sent: October 21st 13:57

Recipient:

Penny .Young. ArkhamStaffhelp. hf. com

You have wasted your last chance you procrastinating whore. I am coming for my serum just you wait and see, I WILL have my Titan, I WILL have my army and when I am finished with you, you will be a bloody puddle on the floor of MY Asylum.

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Hugo continues fiddling with his instruments as Hush beckoned down on Olivier. Reaching into his scrubs a wicked smile engulfed his face, from his yellowing teeth to his deep pitted eyes. A scalpel. Looked to be made of silver, very fine quality.

"I never imagined I would be able to carve up a relative of Batman or his former pest sidekick."

Hush moved in and dug his scalpel deep into Olivier's stomach, the burning sensation flooded over him before he could even see it.

"First we will start with the Endocrine system, trust me with what is going to happen to you, you wont need them". Hush dug the blade deeper in, roughly scratching off the Adrenal glands from the kidneys. The pain was unbearable, Olivier screamed in a pitch higher than he could ever imagine reaching bursting the blood vessels in his nose, the force ripping the shreds of his cartilage apart brutally. He passed out from the pain but it was not complete yet. Hush continues to gut him, layers of blood poured out of him like fresh caramel, thick, sticky, rich. Next out was the Pancreas, without it he will not be able to digest, but from what he had noted down, the lack of a Pancreas caused the vomit of the victim to be more acidic and more harmful as a weapon. Next the Thymus, without it his body will be more susceptible to the toxins, Hush cracked open his ribcage, dislocating his breast plate along with it and scooped out the healthy Thymus and chucked it aside for the Penguin to...clean up later. The night continued on, what seemed to be Gallons of blood poured out of Olivier without his pulse fading or heart beat slowing.

Hush smiled to himself, "I'm more impressed with the Lazarus than I thought I would be."

He chuckled before straightening his composure. "Next the Lymphatic system".

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Personnel log: Dr Olivier Emmanuel

August 19th 11:59pm

Today another strange occurrence happened to me, when I got to my desk after my interview with Maxie I found a small jar of pills on my desk labeled simply from "A Friend". In a momentary absence of common sense I took off the lid and took one. They are amazing, not only am I no longer depressed about Penny, but I can no longer feel the pain from my elbow from the door that was slammed into it just minutes before. Whatever these pills are, a kind of Vicodin, anti-depressants, whatever! I like them, I need more, with these I can never feel the pain of depression again.

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From the Desk of Commissioner Gordon.

Suspected Leaders of the Crime Syndicates of Gotham and Recent Activities.

The Penguin – After his parole from Blackgate I have seen suspicious people gathering at his Private Club, "The Iceberg Lounge". Will report more later.

The Joker – Institutionalized (After the Accidents occurring on the day of the 24th Joker is missing)

Two-Face - "See Joker"

Maxie Zeus – Presumed Dead.

The memo ends here.

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"Thank god you got him here Arrow" Oracle wheeled herself over to check the damage.

The damage caused was not severe but not pretty. He had severe third degree burns on his chest and a deep purple burn of a Question Mark on him, most likely from the trophy during explosion. Oracle let out a tear, her face contorted slightly to one of rage, The Green Arrow was caught off guard by this never seeing Barbara this angry before.

"Find whoever did this to Bruce, please...Now!" She screamed, Oli Queen simply nodded before wheeling Batman into the elevator in order to get him changed back into the manner of Bruce Wayne. Arrow was gone in a flash leaving Barbara alone and depressed...suddenly it struck her. How was she going to get him changed?

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Olivier awoke eyes blurred. Before fully waking he was aware of his sight. How could his eyes be blurred if he only had the one. Strange strided over to greet him.

"Ah your awake? Before you say anything I will give you the rundown of your new...Of the new you." Olivier did as the madman said and was quiet.

"Let's see here, Ooh! You have quite a mix inside you my boy, all freshly killed or kept in storage in Arkham. The Eye of Deadshot, Muscular tissue from Blockbuster, flesh borrowed from Great White and Firefly, Muscle tissue and added ventricles from the KGBeast, Strengthened flesh from the remains of Bane and Solomon Grundy and finally Brain tissue from Jonathan Crane, Prometheus and even Ex-President Lex Luthor."

Olivier marveled at what was being told to him. He was literally a Frankenstein's Monster

comprised of some of the most evil people to have ever plagued the city. But...

He felt great, stronger, faster, and from his image in the mirror, apart from the scarring, the stitching and the slightly mismatched skit, he was still himself.

"We only ask one thing of you Emmanuel, we want you to join us, to kill The Batman and burn Gotham City, Blüdhaven and eventually all of America to the ground."

Monsters cannot create a true living being.

Only a monster. Tonight genius was given to me in my time of need.

I may be a Monster, but unlike some.

I am Alive