Chapter 105 Chapter 105 [VIP]

Even though Megan was taking classes with Richard Long, her weekends belonged to her. Originally, she didn't like going out and would just stay in the small building to play. Usually, there was someone accompanying her when she went out. But after the clown left this time, she took a tentative step out.

She wanted to go out and play by herself, so she wandered around the downtown area on Saturday morning. However, she would hide whenever she saw people, being very sneaky and cautious. One time, she was about to bump into someone around the corner, but she only realized it when she heard footsteps and voices. Then she squatted in a corner where there were some discarded junk, and she hid herself there, and didn't dare to come out until a long time later.

Megan stood on the deserted street and touched her chest, which felt panicky and tense. She didn't like crowds and didn't like being discovered. She was very afraid, but she looked back at the way she came, and then looked forward.

…If she went a little further, if she walked out of the corner, what would she discover?

Misha said, 'I always believe that you will get good and better things. They are all waiting for you in front, so you must also take the initiative to move forward and believe that what you get will not go away, little bear. The best is always with you.' As she said this, her finger gently touched Megan's heart.

The best is already in Megan’s own heart, so what can be placed in this small place?

Megan couldn't figure this out, but she felt courage welling up within her, causing her to hesitate but gradually take a step forward. When she met the first person, she recognized it as her father's hand. She held her breath and walked past him almost at the same pace. In the vast emptiness and trance, as she walked past, she found...

Nothing terrible happened, nothing at all, no terror, no death, only the water falling on her face again.

She walked forward while wiping her tears, her steps becoming faster and faster. Finally, when she saw that someone was following her, she simply ran away and went to the deserted place where Richard had taken her before.

It was a dangerous building. Megan was small and light, so she dared to climb up by herself when Richard was not around. But she also remembered to be careful. She walked up the stairs lightly, stepped on the floor and walked to every place she could go. She was not afraid when she saw cracks in the floor. She jumped over them lightly and continued to walk around casually.

The body is healthier than before, and can do more. Megan does not have any talent for martial arts, but as long as she improves her control over her limbs and learns some techniques, she can do many things.

Megan just wanted to go out and play, she only liked these dangerous places, without any purpose, she went around every floor, and finally reached the rooftop that was not sealed -

There were no stairs leading to the top floor, so Megan climbed up the steel frames and pillars. Although it was relatively easy for her, after climbing up, she found that she was covered in rust and mud. She patted her hands and clothes, but found that she couldn't get them off, so she just gave up and sat on the frame of the top floor, which was only covered with cement, with her dangling legs still shaking.

She was playing here and didn't think that anyone could find her. She was used to silence and daze, emptying her mind, listening to the sound of the wind and her own breathing, and occasionally coming back to her senses to look around.

There is a cloud in the sky that looks like a white horse.

This kind of simple association was no longer difficult for Megan. She was happy to play alone, but she didn't know when... Megan suddenly felt something was wrong. Without any warning, she looked up and looked back, and saw that there was another person next to her. Judging from his dress, he looked a little familiar.

Megan was not frightened at all. Instead, she thought for a long time before slowly speaking: "Deathstroke?" Robin said he was a bad guy and he had fought with Grundy that day.

Deathstroke had seen this familiar child a long time ago, but he didn't know what she was doing out alone, or whether there were any troublesome weirdos around, or whether Robin or Bats might be here. He first explored the situation nearby before coming back, and saw that she was not afraid when she climbed to the roof of the dangerous building, but was sitting here playing?

Gotham has another little weirdo with a strange habit? Who wouldn't say this is strange? Deathstroke couldn't help but follow her to see. He thought it would take her a long time to notice him, but she must have some special sense, because she suddenly looked up in less than half a minute.

There was only curiosity in her wide eyes.

Deathstroke was still fully armed. He had come to Gotham on a mission, or was he just here for vacation? The barrel of the gun slung across his waist was still warm, clearly fresh from his "activity." Standing next to Megan, he chuckled softly from beneath his mask.

"It's rare, kid, you still remember me." How rare it is that someone is still alive after meeting him and is not an enemy.

He'd noticed that day, seeing both Grundy and Robin recognize her, and had sensed something was amiss. Later, when he'd had some free time to research her, he'd found numerous obstacles. Why were Gotham residents suddenly so xenophobic? So many forces were trying to protect a seemingly helpless and useless child?

In order to find out her background, Deathstroke also went to many old friends and old clients in Gotham. Of course, he only asked indirectly. Unfortunately, no one told him this little information frankly. They asked because they were worried about causing trouble.

So does she have some superpower that wins people's hearts, or does she have some unspeakable value in terms of her identity?

There were only two possibilities. Deathstroke had undertaken countless missions and witnessed countless characters' hearts and minds. How could he not understand the fundamental rules governing this world and this society? Parahumans ran rampant, both openly and covertly; capitalist politicians clung to power; the wealthy were simply too arrogant to be provoked. And as for the composition and structure of the state apparatus? He knew a great deal about it, too.

When he becomes a super soldier, his brain development rate reaches an astonishing 90%. There is nothing in the world that can hide his secrets. As long as Deathstroke wants, he can accomplish many things, but he is still a mercenary today. When this brain is used to think about the value of a child, he understands it too well.

It's easy to figure out that Megan has a strong supervillain backing. Seeing her innocent, naive, and vulnerable appearance, she's easily vulnerable to being targeted. So why is she still alive? Besides her powerful backing, there must be many other people who have tried to harm her, serving as a deterrent. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to survive in the otherworld. She must have also forged friendships with some unusual and eccentric individuals.

Deathstroke folded his arms over his chest, showing a slight interest in her, and asked, "Whose child is this?"

It was a stupid question, but what if he could just ask it directly? He was really just teasing the kid, after all, the mission was complete, and he wanted to do something else to relax.

Megan didn't want to pay much attention to him at first, but when she heard the question, she looked up and said, "My father's house." She was still unhappy, as if she didn't realize the extreme danger in him at all. She hadn't been afraid of him since she saw him. After she finished speaking, she turned her head away, as if she had heard from somewhere that he had a bad reputation. It seemed that someone around her was teaching her.

Deathstroke nodded when he heard that. He was not easily angered, and he would not attack a child who was unable to resist. First of all, there was no need to do so. He was not doing this for money. Secondly, being a top mercenary also required some face. Not everyone could be an opponent worthy of his attack.

He stood on top of the dangerous building and said in a good-tempered tone, "Smart answer, kid. I heard your name is Megan?"

Megan wanted to pay attention to him, but she didn't want to pay attention to him. She sat there for a while, nodding but not saying anything. Suddenly, she felt a little discouraged, with her hands on her sides and her back slumped. But why did her mood change and what was the root cause? Deathstroke tried to think about it and found that there might be something wrong with this child's thinking.

So what went wrong with his relationship with her? Was it because he had been warned to stay away from her, a 'dangerous person'? Or was there something more serious going on...

Ordinary people can't play with the weirdos in Gotham, nor can they get along with him like this. He is so bold and unguarded. If she doesn't have a deep plan, it's just her nature. But would a child who grew up in Gotham be like this?

He found the problem and sat down right there, letting one leg hang down. He looked bold and uninhibited. "I suppose you don't agree with my last proposal, do you? But kid, you have to let me know why."

Megan turned her head to look at him, and then looked again. Deathstroke also turned his head to look at her. The right eye of the mask on his head was completely blocked, and only the left eye was exposed, and the sharp blue eyes could be seen.

"I'm daddy's child. Robin said not to play with Deathstroke, he's mean." She said seriously.

Deathstroke stared at her for a while. Since only one eye was exposed, she had no idea what expression or emotion he had. It was even more difficult for Megan to distinguish these things. She didn't want to distinguish them. After she finished speaking, she turned her head and continued to be in a daze. Deathstroke didn't say anything else after that. They just stayed together quietly. He sat here for a while, and before leaving, he carried Megan down from the dangerous building.

…

Megan has become willing and brave enough to go out, which is a good thing, but she likes to go out with the Joker the most, even if she doesn't want to get involved in his affairs, but this is not a good sign -

Nothing the clown does is safe, and God knows what she will encounter if she follows him. But after being chased away twice and still not obeying, the clown feels that she needs a lesson learned through personal experience, otherwise she will not learn her lesson. She is just that stubborn.

While his paradise was still under construction, a conspiracy against Gotham Port suddenly unfolded.

He sometimes likes to hand out 'invitations', and admission qualifications need to be verified. If you are not keen enough to notice the clues he leaves behind and follow them in time to catch up with the feast, then when someone arrives a step late, they will only receive the worst outcome. This is the price of being a fool and turning a blind eye to the clues in front of you.

But the Joker is not the Riddler. He doesn't like to show off his intelligence and schemes. He just wants to bring chaos and madness to the world, wantonly causing destruction, bloodshed and death. So he blew up Gotham Harbor and led a group of Joker gang members in a carnival. Of course, there were not so many people where he was, and his men were scattered around to keep watch.

And most importantly...

An oil tanker has arrived at the port tonight. The initial explosion occurred not far from the oil tanker and the oil storage warehouse, but it was obviously under the control of the Joker.

When a drone carrying surveillance was dispatched, the Joker appeared at the port, and Batman and Robin arrived at the port before the police officers sent by GCPD.

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Minor revision, added 170 words.