Medusa, RIP

---Rogue Transmission Beginning---
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---Source: Medusa 1773400--

--It’s five in the morning. You just came in, went to sleep. I’ve been home about four hours now, but my eyes won’t close. 

I’m making two audio files. One for you, and one for David. I’ll program them so that if anything happens, if it ever does… someone’ll know. Instead of just waiting to see if I ever come home. David’s file will instruct him on how to destroy my body. Yours… to tell you goodbye. If I never get the chance.

I can’t tell you why I’m making this now. I don’t even know.

So if you’re listening to this now it means I’m dead. I don’t know how. I don’t know when it’ll happen. Just listen.  I have a bit to say:

Take care of Midge. She should always go to bed on time and brush her teeth. No matter how old she gets, be her father first and her mentor second. Sometime when she comes of age she’ll probably want to don the cowl too. Tell her no. Make her live a normal life—if I have to make a dying wish then I’d make it that at least one of us gets to live to live, and not live to die. Make me proud.

You don’t have to tell her how I care for her. She knows. She’s a smart girl. This will no doubt be the hardest part of what I’m asking of you. Because caring for a child never ends.

My second request is that by the time you listen to this David will already be searching for the coordinates to where my body can be found. You’ll have to deliver my remains. He’ll go through the right protocols to disposing what’s left so CURE can’t do anything with it. I know you’ll probably go after whoever killed me. Because that’s what you do. No use trying to convince you out of it. You’ll break a few bones, but break a few more. Just for me. Maybe loosen a few teeth while you’re at it, if I haven’t before I died.

By now I’ve discovered that you humans like to make a parade out of someone dying. Extravagant funerals, expensive coffins and tombstones, lengthy eulogies. Resist the urge. Be strong soldier. Don’t make my grave another you visit. What’s the use? I won’t be there. You know how I hate people to visit me anyhow.

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There’s a common belief among clones that we share. That once our bodies are terminated we get to meet the people that made the most impact on us again in another life. Being the humans we were supposed to be, not the mere mirror image of someone else’s existence.

So this isn’t really goodbye.
Not really.
More like saying ‘we’ll see each other again’.

But that’s not going to be enough for you… is it.
Not even if I say that I cared an awful lot for you.
Not even if I told you that our time together has been meaningful.

You want something more substantial. 

I know you’ll want me to say it, because there won’t be another time to do it again.  So assume this without obligation. Assume it to be true.

I love you, Soldier.

I. Love. You… Bruce.

A part of me will be missing you, until we meet again.

-- Transmission Ended-- 

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Holy hell I finished this! And in record time too!

So this is my submission to 's contest call "Your OC, RIP" (non vote-able of course, since I'm the one running this event.) Each contestant had to come up with a way that their Batman OC dies and after some long considering I came up with this. 

I REALLY wanted to do something that was opposed to 'a beautiful death' as I like to call it. I wanted something violent and chilling. And to me, going the way of Joker Toxins is one of the most eerie ways to go because you're not left looking attractive afterwards. 

So Medusa's demise comes from 's character Cici. Who-- after being contacted by CURE (the cloning facility Medusa came from) decided she'd do a little mercenary work for them since she hates Medusa to begin with anyway. Turns out clones have a severe allergic reaction to Joker toxin, which after inhaling in amounts of Joker toxin the inner walls of the internal organs such as the lungs and stomach begin to weep blood and the victim essentially attempts to vomit it. Unfortunately due to lock jaw from the smiling however, expelling the blood successfully is a fruitless attempt and Medusa in this instance ends up drowning in her own fluids. 

I have other stuff I probably should have been doing but I wanted to get this out of the way first since it was still so fresh in my mind. 

Now I can go back to what I needed to do before. 

Medusa belongs to me.