Chapter 38 Chapter 38 (Overhaul) [VIP]

The Joker asked Megan to take the small pill in his hand. She almost choked on the small pill and had to drink half a cup of water to wash it down. She was in great pain before, but after being called to his side by the Joker, she gradually calmed down, but that was only a calmness in her mental state.

Soon, she felt less pain a few minutes after taking the pills, and the pain on her face faded, but she stood blankly next to the clown, crying uncontrollably, and was later carried to the sofa.

She kept her eyes open, blinking only gently when the tears were too full and blocked her vision. She had not spoken a word since she shouted "Dad" in the playground. The pain occupied her whole body and mind, and a heavy force pressed down on her. She felt that the whole world was suffocating, as if she was walking underwater.

She was drifting around, unable to steady herself. The water pressure pressed against her chest, making it hard for her to breathe and causing pain in her body. And when she raised her eyes, no matter how high she looked, she couldn't seem to see the surface of the sea.

The people and things in the outside world were all on the surface of the water, only she was underwater. She was the only one here in pain, discomfort, and unable to breathe.

And she was still like a bighead carp in the water.

Now her body no longer hurts, and the pain that seemed to be crushing her head has also disappeared, but she is still like a bighead carp, with a head that is too big and heavy, making it impossible for her to lift her neck.

The clown next to her took her in his arms, patted her shoulder casually, and comforted the child, "What are you afraid of? Am I very mean to you?" He obviously had no awareness of what he had done, or really didn't think it was a big deal.

You have to know that he has experienced so many big scenes! He has also completed many wonderful dramas as the lead or director. That is an extremely amazing resume. Compared with those, he obviously spent more energy on Meghan. However, this play is rarely known and is not even outstanding. It is just used to entertain people when they are bored.

He was entertaining himself, and they were performing a rare heartwarming play, not caring at all whether there was an audience or not.

He had not been mean to Megan, and had not actually used his methods on her. If he wanted to give her a deeper stimulation, he believed that the electric chair would be a good choice. As a second choice, there were also branding irons, crowbars, etc. But Megan was a little mouse that was easily frightened and stressed. Her ability to withstand stress was limited, and she could be easily damaged if she was not careful.

The clown leaned over and pinched her cheek, wiping the tears from her face with his leather-gloved hand, while his other hand continued to pat her back. These actions seemed to soothe Megan, and her tears gradually slowed down.

He smiled and said, "Well, go to sleep before my patience runs out, Megan. I'm here with you."

Megan took his words to heart. She was indeed very tired today, even crying made her tired. His exclusive little pills were very effective, clearing away the side effects of the drugs in her body and bringing on the mental drowsiness.

I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep soon after. It was the same good sleep as before. After falling asleep, the remaining panic and fear in my body gradually dissipated.

When she woke up the next morning, the Joker's pills were still working, making her feel no pain, and all the pain and discomfort in her body disappeared.

When the clown came back from outside and saw her, he found Megan looking like nothing had happened, holding the yellow Sponge Bob in her hand, looking out the living room window. But when she saw him, she came over, but she didn't say anything, just looked up at him from time to time.

Something was reviving in her eyes and expression. It was her pitifully weak self-awareness. The clown noticed the change and just saw her raise one hand toward him, but her hand was empty. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Do you still want me to guess what you mean, my little thornbird (mute child)?"

Even though Megan could already make a "wooo" sound and called out "Daddy" once, her condition was not fully recovered. The little mouse was still escaping. After all, her barrier was broken passively, not because she actively wanted to come out.

She still had no intention of taking the initiative, and it had been like this for a long time. Even though her consciousness had recovered a little, she could only respond passively. The Joker was well aware of her situation and did not show any urgency. After all...

Megan's current condition was only controlled by the medicine. He hung the windbreaker on his arm on the hanger and put the cane aside casually. He ignored the hand she raised and pinched Megan's jaw, looking at her expression carefully. There was still no emotion or feeling, but it became more vivid.

Her eyes kept wandering on his face, unable to grasp the key point, but it was also as if she was carefully memorizing his features. However, the hand that was raised was somewhat dazed and awkwardly retracted.

Megan saw the smile on his face and the deeply squeezed wrinkles. The pale and scarlet face in front of her was certainly not kind. His expression was hideous and terrifying. There was too much madness and chaos in him, which was very different from that of ordinary people, but she seemed unaware of this problem.

Her lower jaw was held in the Joker's hand, and he could hurt her at any time, such as suffocating her, but Megan seemed unaware of the danger. She was completely defenseless, and even when she was tired of looking up, she simply fell down and put the whole weight of her head on his hand.

She was not afraid of clowns, even though he pushed her off the bungee jumping tower just yesterday, breaking her barriers and making her feel so miserable that she wanted to die. But today she had completely forgotten who brought her pain.

This performance made him raise an eyebrow. He retracted his hand and touched her head. As he walked towards the living room, he asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable today?" Of course, he was not concerned about Megan, but was confirming the efficacy of the pills. Maybe he would have to make some adjustments in the future.

Megan followed like a little tail, shaking her head silently. Even if the clown didn't look back at her, he knew how she would react. If she was in pain, she would have shown it long ago.

On her young, naive, expressionless face, perhaps only the clown could understand what she meant, but he didn't want to be her caring babysitter, so he often ignored her.

The clown sat down on the sofa and looked at Megan holding the yellow bob and sitting next to him. They looked at each other for a while, and then she moved closer to him. Children who lack a sense of security always prefer to stick close to others and have physical contact.

She raised her hand before because she hoped that they could have contact, she was silently asking for it.

She was deliberately ignored by the Joker at that time, but now leaning against the person she was most familiar with and trusted, Megan fell asleep again. She looked listless in her sleep, probably because the effect of the medicine had worn off. The Joker prepared some pills for her and asked Bob to remember to feed them to her. He left because he had something else to do.

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Megan's self-awareness is recovering. In addition to learning knowledge from textbooks, she needs to go out into the world and learn more about the society and the environment. Only in this way can she establish a sound cognition.

After all, if you just stay in the small building or Arkham, you won’t be able to understand this world.

The Joker has poured and spent too much energy and attention on her illness. He will make her better and keep the drama going, even if there is no novelty or fun at the current pace. But since he has everything about her in his hands, the Joker is not in a hurry to reap the rewards. From the moment he first got her, he had a brilliant idea in his mind.

Now Megan has never stopped taking the small pills every day. When she has adapted to this state, the Joker suggested going out for a walk. "Be brave, okay? Megan?" There was a smile in his tone, but there was no room for doubt.

Self-centered

Megan is not brave. She hides from the clown's sight like an ostrich, even her breathing becomes very light and shallow, as if she wants to downplay her existence and not exist in this world.

She wanted to hide herself and escape from this painful world.

Fully anticipating her reaction at this moment, the clown reached out and lifted her face, gently stroking the area under her eyes with his thumb. The little thorn bird didn't cry now, but she might really cry in a while.

Thinking of her tearful face, the clown stared at her with his strange green eyes for a while, then quickly compromised and raised a meaningful smile, "Well, after all, you are the child I love."

The Joker set a time for them to go out for a walk together, which was actually the next day.

He was dressed as Arthur Damon again, and because Megan's condition had improved, he was in high spirits! Even though his face had been worn down by the hardships of his past, he couldn't hide his smile. He was now full of hope and energy.

It was still a weekend, and it was expected that there would be many people going out like them. Before going out, Megan grabbed Arthur's hand. She was still short, so when she wanted to hold hands with her adult, she had to raise her arm hard to reach him.

After all, Arthur is very tall. If Megan's genes are fine, she will also grow tall and thin in the future. However, she is still a child and has suffered from malnutrition and developmental delay before, which may affect her height in the future.

They walked out the door hand in hand. At first glance, the only similarities between the father and daughter were their black curly hair and green eyes. However, there were some similarities between their eyebrows that were not easy to detect, but could definitely be found upon closer inspection.

Megan followed Arthur closely, and it was obvious that if her father hadn't held her hand, she might have hidden herself away, afraid to face the world.

There was a small park near where they lived, but Megan had never been there. Whenever she went out before, Nelson would take her directly to the clown. Even when she was thrown on the street to test her reaction, she was still closed to herself at that time and didn't pay attention to anything. Now she doesn't remember it at all.

Walking into the park and sitting on a bench, Megan didn't say anything or move, but when the clown stood up, her eyes followed him and saw him pick up a leaf from under the tree and hand it to her.

Megan held the leaf blankly, looking at it intently for a long time, and finally turned the leaf over. Logically, she had known the plants in Arkham long ago, but now she wanted to bite it. Arthur slapped the leaf out of her hand. He used a little too much force, and Megan's pale hand turned red.

Arthur said, "You can't bite anything outside, okay? There are bacteria and viruses on it that can turn you into a dog."

Megan didn't understand and only heard the word "dog". Arthur pointed to a curly-haired puppy that someone else had brought and was barking and playing on the grass, and slowly taught her, "That's an annoying dog."

She turned her head and looked for a long time. The puppy was barking, but she didn't know what she understood. She looked up at the clown blankly: "Woof."

This move was completely beyond Arthur's expectations. He pinched her face with one hand, and his mood visibly worsened. "Megan, are you a dog? I don't remember anyone teaching you this."

How bad was her brain? She had learned to meow from the stray cats in downtown. Because she only knew how to meow, and her meow was strange, the cats thought she was hopeless.

And now she is actually learning to be a dog!

Megan was lectured by him, but she actually didn't understand.

It was difficult for her to understand the complex meaning of the words, so she could only lower her head and stare blankly. Perhaps she felt a little bored, and her legs, which were hanging under the stool and could not reach the ground, began to swing.

The author has something to say:

I revised the text because I felt that the image of the clown was not right, so I rewrote the second half.

The thorn bird (the mute child) in the clown's mouth - in mythology, after the thorn bird left the nest, it spent its whole life searching for the thorn tree that belonged to it. When it found one, it impaled itself on the thorns and sang a song that it would only sing once in its life before it died.

It feels like it's more lively in Arkham, but after all, it's the Joker raising a cub, so they still have a few chapters of parenting time.

I was so cold yesterday (makes a crying sound), I want to comment! Lots of comments please!

And good luck to all the little angels who are going to take the college entrance examination. I have already written down your name in my little notebook. When you finish the exam and leave your comments, I will give you all small red envelopes.

P.S. If you are tired from studying, annoyed at work, or feeling down, you can talk to me, but I will just send you a small red envelope for your comments on this chapter (hands on hips)