(Jonathan's Point of View)
I tried to convince Myca to discard the idea of having an alter ego like me, but I just couldn't talk her out of it. It sounded like something she really wanted to do. I told her whatever decision she makes, I'll support her.
Today, I needed her blood sample. Ra's is getting more and more impatient with me about having an antidote. I told him about Myca's reaction to the panic toxin, he was very intrigued.
I told Myca the process of collecting her blood would be painful, but I would try to distract her from the pain.
I brought in the machine from the other room and her face went blank and her eyes grew wide. The device had a large needle to penetrate the skin to get inside the vein, a tube to pour the blood into the vial, and a pump to extract the blood from her vein. I grabbed her hand and started flicking it so the vein would stick out.
"Don't you usually put the needle in my arm?"
"If I put it in your arm, it might move, causing me to puncture something I'm not supposed to. In this case, your hand stays still, so there won't be a mess. I don't want blood on the floor."
"What? A mess!"
"There won't be a mess. I'm a professional. Now, I'm going to stick the needle in your hand. Don't flinch, don't move away, and don't tell me to wait because then you're going to psych yourself out. I need you to relax and stay very still. Okay?" She nods her heads, then takes a deep breath. I stick the needle gently into her vein. She gasped in pain.
"Was that the worst part?"
"Usually it would be if it were a more modern piece of machinery, but I'm sorry to say that its not. The worst I'm afraid is yet to come," I said holding onto her hand.
"I hate you."
"No you don't. But you might in a second." I started to pull and push the pump with one hand. She gasped again. She held onto my other hand as if letting go would cause her to die. I kept pumping, but the blood was coming out slowly.
"Why don't we talk about you? Take your mind off of this," I said pointing to her hand with the needle in it.
"Well, I was born May twenty-eighth, nineteen eighty-nine. I was born in Pittsburgh, but my family moved to Gotham when I was five, ouch!"
"Sorry. So what were you like in school?"
"I was into goth stuff when I was six. I wore black everyday. This girl named Katie Harris teased me for it. Her and her friend Stephanie called me a freak for screaming randomly in class when I saw roaches that weren't there, they called me pale because I always stayed inside for recess. I was always in my class drawing. That went on throughout Elementary school. in middle school, Eddy taught me how to play bass," she said smiling despite the pain.
"Were you any good?"
"I slowly became the best. In seventh grade, I joined my first band. We were called 'Tension.' I was the bass player and backup singer. We broke up because we never had band practice and when we played at my brother's birthday party, we didn't know what song to play. It was a nightmare... AH! That hurts! Is this almost over?"
"Almost, continue." The blood was coming out quicker. The vial is nearly full.
" When I went into high school, Katie moved away and Stephanie and I became friends. She apologized for making fun of me. She started having an 'all black everyday' phase. She secretly liked the same stuff I did. We started another band called 'Your Favorite Mistake.' She was the guitarist, and I obviously was the bassist. We were amazing. Guys always crowded around Steph and our singer, Lizzy. Eva, our drummer, and I never minded that because at the time, we were dating."
