The Joker Raises a Child, It's Fine, Really

Megan Damon is an autistic child personally picked up and raised by the Joker.

When she was little, due to her illness, she ignored everyone. When she grew a bit older, she asked the Joker, &...

Chapter 62 Chapter 62 [VIP]

Chapter 62 Chapter 62 [VIP]

The weather was getting colder, and Arkham Asylum wasn't always peaceful. Chaos of varying sizes would erupt from time to time, but Megan couldn't get in touch with it, nor could she participate in it.

No criminal would take a burden with him when escaping or causing trouble, not to mention that she was just the Joker's entertainment. The fate of the last person who attacked her was obvious. Scarecrow was used as a pawn and puppet, causing a lot of trouble outside Arkham, and then he was beaten by Batman with great brutality, every punch was aimed at the person to lose the ability to move.

He broke five ribs, had bones stuck in his lungs, and had an arm broken, nearly a comminuted fracture. He was in a terrible state, but to Batman, all the trouble was caused by him.

Because of his serious injuries, Scarecrow has rarely gone out since he was imprisoned. He needs to recuperate, but his broken self-esteem is difficult to recover. Several criminals who visited him said that as long as the clown was mentioned in front of Scarecrow, he would become furious.

The effect of the Joker's poison gas is becoming more and more frightening, and no one wants to become a puppet controlled by the madman Joker.

The criminals in Arkham have some mental problems, but they are not stupid. Megan is a little girl, so just let her play. With the protection of the Joker, she is the happiest and most carefree one here.

Megan didn't know that she was being "ostracized", but sometimes Bane, Killer Croc and Poison Ivy all had their own things to do, so her classes were no longer regular, and when no one was looking after her, the Joker would take her in person.

Just like today, when Megan was walking back from the library, holding the clown's sleeve, she walked slowly.

The whistling wind blew around her, curling her fluffy black hair back. She squinted slightly, not wanting the blown hair to poke her eyes, but when a stronger gust of wind directly lifted her bangs, she no longer had this concern.

Gotham is always cloudy or foggy, and Megan is used to it, but today the clouds in the sky are not stacked up like usual, but reveal a little bit of the background color of the sky, and the clouds are scattered in the east and west.

She looked up at the sky and suddenly said, "Sky, clouds, rabbits."

There is a cloud that looks like a rabbit.

Megan had been taught for a long time, and at this moment she suddenly learned to associate and imagine.

Whether it was her own world or the world she perceived and understood, everything suddenly became more open. However, Megan no longer found this change strange, because she had just been taught by her father some time ago.

She was sick, stayed sick, but was getting better.

She used to be locked behind a door, and it was her father who brought her out from behind the door, letting her know the outside world and make many friends.

The clown wanted her to understand that apart from her identity and age, there were many differences between her and the people here, such as her illness. When other people got sick, they tended to one extreme, but only she was walking out of her closed world.

How long will it take her to reach the end?

At that time, her father pretended to be surprised and asked, "Who knows where your destination is? Megan, this is your own journey." But it has always been him who arranged the path for her, determined the direction, and allowed her to move forward.

Megan gradually understood some things, but there were also more things she didn't understand. She was troubled for a while, but since no one urged her, she soon put the problem aside.

Now she thinks a cloud looks like a rabbit, so she points it out to her father.

The Joker complied with her wishes, glanced casually in that direction, and asked, "Do you need a rabbit stuffed animal?" He was already lenient enough towards Megan, realizing that the child needed toys after she received Bane's gift, just like she did outside Arkham.

She even needs playmates, real peers, but there is no rush to arrange this, since she herself has not yet realized that she is lonely.

I don’t know what was going on in Megan’s little head. She asked him, “Dad, are you Mr. Rabbit?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly but did not answer.

On the way back, they met the Riddler, who had volunteered to be Megan's new teacher some time ago.

The main reason was that when the Riddler tried to teach Megan logical thinking before, her non-cooperation caused him to suffer setbacks. Now that he saw that she was getting better and her brain was not so stupid, his competitive spirit arose, and he had to teach Megan something to prove himself.

The main reason was... he was a little bored staying in Arkham. Anyway, he had been with Megan before, and he thought he would not do something stupid like Scarecrow, so he had no other scruples and just did it whenever he thought of it.

The Riddler was a tall, thin man, still wearing his green suit even in Arkham. He was very conspicuous standing on the side of the road. He had obviously seen Megan and the Joker a long time ago and was waiting for them leisurely.

But there is no cooperation or appreciation between him and the Joker. As a logical person, it is difficult for him to like the Joker, so there is only one person he is really waiting for.

Megan walked faster when she saw him, and raised a hand when she reached him.

The Riddler happily bent down and high-fived her, then said to his student and friend, "Do you have plans for tomorrow? Want to play with me? A new riddle mechanism is waiting for you!"

He originally wanted to teach Megan his specialty, so that she could learn a little bit, but the progress was too slow in his opinion. Later, he simply thought of giving her a puzzle mechanism that was a little difficult for her, but should be solvable. This actually aroused his interest and fighting spirit, and he began to enjoy it.

Megan was also happy to have someone to play with, and nodded "hmm", and agreed with him to meet in his machine room at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and then went back to the clown's cell.

The next day, they went to find the Riddler as planned. For fun, he used books and audio-visual materials to understand the children's minds and hobbies. He even customized a special puzzle for Megan, which included not only riddles, mechanisms and traps, but also prizes.

But the Riddler's traps weren't so easy to break. He usually gave Megan a general idea before setting them up on the spot, starting with the simplest to the most complex, with some requiring some ingenuity to break. He would then review the previous teaching material...

The mechanism was difficult, but the Riddler was willing to lose face when he wanted to appease the child. He gave her exaggerated encouragement, praised her for being a very smart child, and then gave her a prize, making it easy for him to figure it out.

As for the types of his prizes, there are too many to count, but the ultimate prizes are almost all related to the Joker, such as the Joker's playing cards, prank toy guns, empty surprise gift boxes, unused bomb controllers, etc. You don't need to collect them deliberately, as you can find his things everywhere in Arkham.

Without any extra effort, both the Riddler and Megan gained happiness and satisfaction.

Only the clown watched his child diligently picking up the trash, and he really couldn't understand this quirk.

After Megan successfully passed the level again, the Riddler said to her as usual: "Your intelligence has exceeded my imagination! Congratulations on your victory. Now, Megan, I'm going to think of a new puzzle mechanism."

The Riddler was just doing this for his own amusement, so the mechanism he set up couldn't be too difficult, let alone life-threatening. If he followed his nature, he would even brag to Megan, for he was afraid that he would become the second Scarecrow.

It would be bad enough if the Scarecrow was just crazy, but he was also famous in Arkham for stealing children's toys. The Riddler didn't want the rumors to turn him into a low-character bastard who got angry when he failed to show off and bullied children.

That would be shameful, and would become a disgrace to Arkham, and people would talk about it and laugh at it all the time.

This time Megan's prize was a clown's top hat, but the Riddler also gave her one of his own hats. He was not stingy at all when it came to coaxing children. It was just a hat, he just gave it to her casually.

After the Riddler left, Megan looked at the two hats and decided to wear the clown's hat, which she put on her head. However, the hat was too big and not only blocked her vision, but also fell down if her head tilted. So she raised her hand to hold it up.

Megan just went back like this, very satisfied with her gains, and the clown could no longer say anything to her!

She liked to collect these things and bring them all back, but fortunately, the Riddler didn't give her some messy things, and they were all clean, so he didn't get angry.

The Joker would only be more tolerant towards Megan. She was just a willful and self-centered stupid child. If there was any sudden change, it could only be because someone else influenced her. He knew this very well.

Look at Megan putting the garbage she picked up into the dark room. At first, he had already allocated most of the space on his shelf to her. She was small and had few things, but she took up a lot of space. She also took the initiative to move his things and put them somewhere else.

But she couldn't reach the upper levels of the shelf, and she wouldn't be able to move the things he kept up there for the next few years.

The clown teased Megan about this, but the child asked, "Daddy, can I grow as tall as you?"

The author has something to say:

This chapter is less than 3,000 words. I can’t write anymore. I really can’t write anymore (falling peacefully)