Chapter 59 Chapter 59 [VIP]

After listening to Bane talk a lot in the morning, Megan returned to the Joker's cell at noon, "Dad."

The voice reached the cell even though the person was still outside. She trotted in and threw herself on the back of the clown's chair, wrapping both arms around it and even standing on tiptoe to reach out. But how tall was she? Only her forehead and wide eyes were visible, and her arms couldn't even wrap around the back of the chair. "Dad,"

Her habit of not speaking up when she has something to say is truly terrible. Did the clown ever correct her? Of course he did, but it might have been unintentional. It's the instinct of children who crave attention, always acting crazy and foolish!

The clown asked impatiently, "What's wrong with you?" He had said this countless times!

Megan walked to the side of the chair and hugged his arm. When the clown wanted to pull his arm away, she said a little confusedly: "Cry... tears?" She cried a little and even shed tears.

As for playing outside and then coming back to tell adults what happened, every child has gone through this period.

He paused in pulling his hand away, turned to look at Megan, and lifted her chin with his other hand. He frowned and looked at her carefully. "You said you cried? Why? Did someone wrong you?"

Deep wrinkles appeared between her brows, and her expression seemed particularly dangerous, but he knew that no one in Arkham would treat her so rudely. It could only be that little Megan herself was triggered by something.

Megan was the child he brought home and raised, so of course he knew everything about her...

Did she have no past before the Joker discovered her?

This was a poor, abandoned autistic child. He made this judgment from the first moment he saw her.

When he got the information, the Joker found out her whole past. She was diagnosed with autism when she was about one year old. When she was two years old, her father, a gambler, died of debts. Her mother was unwilling to give up on her. She took care of her while working hard to pay off the debts. As the debts were paid off, the lady's luck was not so good and she died of illness not long after.

She was left alone, having lost her father at a young age, and none of her relatives were willing to raise a sick child. They first mistreat her, then registered her dead and threw her into an abandoned and desolate playground.

This behavior is easy to understand.

Due to their pathetic and ridiculous pride, they were unwilling to let a child who was only slightly related to them starve to death or sell her, so they let her "die" first. A dead person was naturally no longer their responsibility, so they threw her out to fend for herself, but everyone knew that only death was waiting for her.

When the clown found her, she was curled up on the tattered curtain. She had been alone for who knows how long and was already dying. In the end, she became the "gift from God" he received. He saved her life!

She had identity information, parents, and eight years of traces of her life.

So when the Joker decided to take her away, would he deliberately leave such an obvious loophole?

The question of her background was resolved when the Damon family's identity information was forged - leaving no future problems.

However, when naming her, he took into account her closed-off nature. Even if he was confident that he could change her, her reaction would be absolutely stingy at first. Therefore, the only trace of her past was the name 'Megan', which allowed her to subconsciously recognize that it was calling her and establish contact with the outside world as quickly as possible.

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When Megan was asked by her father if she had felt wronged, she didn't quite understand the word and shook her head after thinking for a long time. Seeing that her father no longer refused her to get close to him, she simply squeezed herself into his arms.

The Joker knew her too well. He rubbed Megan's cheek nonchalantly, and without asking her if she remembered anything, he just smiled and said, "Well, my child, you can already feel the emotions."

"Crying is a sign of sadness, understand?"

He taught the child briefly, regardless of whether she understood or not, and let Megan go play. He was making an acid flower, and the basic mechanism was almost completed. Megan was peeking at the table, curious about the glass bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid on his table.

The clown was obviously impatient. He put one hand on her head and turned her around. "Go play somewhere else, Megan. If your hands get burned and you start crying and making a fuss, I won't care about you." But does she understand what danger is?

The clown stared at Megan, who was still trying to turn back, for a long time. His expression seemed thoughtful, but he didn't have time to pay attention to her at the moment. He patted her shoulder and said casually, "Don't bother me, okay? You can find something fun on your own."

Megan was driven away from the table by him, even though she was still looking at her father, but there was no room for compromise on this matter.

She couldn't find anything to play with in the Joker's cell, so she went out again to find Bane.

This time she knocked on the door with familiarity, and after Bain opened the door, she walked in and looked around. She saw that Bain was holding a brown stuffed bear. She couldn't tell his emotions, but the expression on Bain's face was incredibly calm.

Perhaps it was because during the ten years of solitary imprisonment, apart from the information and knowledge conveyed to him by the birds, all he had were memories before the age of six. Both his mother and the stuffed bear appeared in his memories countless times, but when he opened his eyes, they all disappeared.

In the end, everything he had turned into a stuffed bear, which carried his past, gave him comfort and courage...

Even in nightmares surrounded by bats, the stuffed bear had defeated his fear countless times and rescued him.

His little O'Bear.

Bane lowered his head and looked at the small stuffed bear in his hand. It was certainly not the doll he originally owned, but it would always come back to him in a different form, and now he wanted to share it with his friends.

"You like bears too, don't you?" he asked.

But without Megan needing to answer, he handed the little bear to Megan.

She was still in a daze, but suddenly a strong emotion burst out of her. After lifting the teddy bear, she was a little at a loss, but her eyes were shining as she held it in her arms again.

Bain said to her: "This is a gift, Megan, grow up happily." The best blessing for a child should be to grow up happily. Perhaps.

Megan: “Bear!”

It was obvious that she liked the gift. She held the bear in one hand and raised the other to Bane, and they high-fived. This was a gesture Megan had learned from the prisoners in Arkham. It was very common. She didn't understand its meaning, but it didn't matter! She learned it!

Bane smiled, and he suddenly became interested. When Megan accepted his gift, there was a kind of connection between them connected by the little stuffed bear.

Of course, he couldn't drag Megan into his ideals and crimes, nor did he want to do so, but... he didn't mind accepting a child who was ignorant and posed no threat to him, and he could teach her some knowledge.

"Okay, come sit down, there's something you need to know."

Bain poured her a cup of hot tea. This conversation did not take place in the library because the content could only be said in his cell. After Megan got out, she could only tell her father and not anyone else.

"I've investigated criminals active in Gotham, and I know all about the criminals in Arkham..." That was all he wanted to say.

Megan lives in the high-risk area of ​​Arkham Asylum, so she should know something about them instead of relying on her obscured vision to leave a good impression on them. She should see the truth earlier so that her future path will be safer.

If she relied on the Joker's protection and mistakenly believed that the criminals here were not as vicious as rumored, she would be totally wrong and would only lead her into a more dangerous trap.

Or she completely trusts and depends on her father. Then when the clown completely tears off his disguise and reveals his true cruel side, she will be hurt and lose the courage to accept the truth and rebuild her independent self.

He has already considered her long-term future. Even if she doesn't understand now, it doesn't matter. A person's cognition grows with experience.

So Megan listened to a lot of words and wanted to sneak away, but she was still holding the teddy bear that Bain gave her. In the end, she was overwhelmed by what she heard and when she really wanted to sneak away, Bain picked her up with one hand.

By the time she went to dinner, she felt very depressed.

Megan was walking on the road holding the teddy bear. Bain saw that she was walking slowly and just picked her up. When they arrived at the cafeteria, many people could see that they seemed to have a harmonious relationship.

Scarecrow had never known that Megan had this 'good friend' before. He looked at them a few more times, and the usual hypocritical smile on his face did not change. But after Megan finished her meal, he took her away from Bain.

After all, tomorrow is Monday, and as Megan's teacher, it is normal for him to behave like this. The Scarecrow did not take Megan to some remote corner, but to the passage leading to the clown's cell.

He squatted down and looked at the child. Of course, he had already noticed the doll in her arms. He raised his eyebrows and asked inquiringly, "I noticed that you have changed a little. Do you know why?"

The changes in her were so great and so fast that the Scarecrow had been curious about this question for a long time, but he never got an answer. He looked at Megan blinking, looking confused, and curled the corner of his mouth.

"Forget it," he reached out to take the teddy bear in Megan's arms, but Megan, a child who almost never expressed refusal, took a step back, her pure green eyes widened, and her shoulders hunched, an instinctive defensive posture.

The Scarecrow was a little surprised and said, "Is it this?!"

In order for Megan's condition to improve, she should have a psychological and even spiritual support. The Scarecrow was a little crazy about the answer. He saw Megan running towards the Joker's cell and subconsciously chased after her.

As a child, she could not outrun the adults at all. The footsteps behind her were approaching quickly, and the scarecrow's tone of voice was obviously wrong as he said "Stop". The other party was aggressive and was about to catch Megan.

Megan was holding the bear and couldn't move her arms. She ran a little faster and lost her balance, falling heavily to the ground.

Her head felt dizzy for a moment, and then, perhaps out of fear or the pain of the fall, Megan's tears began to fall again, and she cried out in a sobbing voice, "Dad!"

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