Chapter 64 Chapter 64 [VIP]

On December 20th, the Joker said to Megan, "Let's play a game."

But the smile on his face was strange and sinister, with deep wrinkles between his brows. The look in his eyes as he looked at her was clearly malicious, and he was even full of anticipation for what he was about to do. "No, this is not a game, it's a test, Megan, you have to get through it, okay?" His tone was drawn out, indicating that this was an important matter.

But what if I can’t get through it?

There were no ifs and buts. The Joker was fully prepared for this. He held a seemingly ordinary little spray bottle in his hand and sprayed gas at Megan.

Megan never thought her father would be mean to her. She didn't even try to hide when the clown was moving. She took the initiative to move forward and sniffed the gas. However, before she could smell the smell, she fainted and fell to the ground. It seemed like she slept for a long time before waking up again.

She woke up repeatedly during her coma, but couldn't help closing her eyes again and again, falling into a deeper dream. In the interweaving of reality and dreams, it seemed as if everything she had turned into fragments and flew away. When she woke up completely, her consciousness was still confused, her head felt messy, and even her cognitive ability was temporarily lost.

Megan did not feel any panic. She just kept her eyes open and waited slowly for the fragments to return to their original positions. After recognizing that this was her bedroom in the small building and that she was no longer in Arkham, everything came back to her.

Dad didn't abandon her, he just let her sleep for a long time and moved her to another place.

But she felt too weak to move, so she just turned her head to look at her surroundings. She was lying on the bed. The doors and windows of the bedroom were closed and the air conditioner was on, so she was not cold. However, the curtains were opened, and the dim sunset light came in, making her realize that it was already evening.

After resting for a long time, Megan still felt weak when she got up. She was wearing fleece home clothes and plush slippers were placed beside the bed. She put them on easily and walked around the house.

Because she didn't hear any movement from her father and Bob, she didn't go out. She walked slowly like a little turtle, and her empty and quiet eyes swept over all the furnishings here. Finally, she stopped by the window, leaned on the windowsill and tiptoed to look outside.

She used to like doing this. Even if she just looked at the sky meaninglessly, she could still feel relaxed.

Not long after, Megan heard a rustling sound of scratching on the bedroom door. She knew what was going on and slowly moved over. The other party was scratching very patiently and did not stop until she opened the door. Then he sat down in a dignified manner.

——is Megan’s cat friend, the wire-haired cat that likes to play with her the most. It has white and tabby stripes and wears a pair of small gloves.

But compared to when they played together in the summer, its body had become visibly bigger because it was fed and had a good diet. Bob also caught it and had it sterilized, so it turned into a big cat.

Megan squatted down and touched her head with it, "Meow~"

She was imitating the meow of a kitten, and was hit by the head of a wire-bristled cat and rubbed hard. Now someone is taking care of her body, deworming and bathing her. Only a clean big cat can play with Megan. Now she walked around Megan and went into her bedroom as if she knew the way.

The cat hadn't seen its friend for a long time, but when she was away, the cat would sleep in its friend's bedroom. But when she came back, everything in the bedroom was cleaned again, causing the smell it left behind to fade.

The cat wanted to sleep on the chair with the cushion she had put on it, and ignored the cat bed in the corner. It jumped onto the chair, stepped on it, and then lay down. It liked air-conditioned rooms.

Megan looked at it and slowly walked out the door by herself, but the cat reacted faster than her. It jumped down from the chair and circled around her feet, not wanting her to go out. After all, it was cold outside, and its friend seemed very weak. Animals have more acute senses than humans. It heard the slow heartbeat and unhealthy breathing, and also realized that she had no strength.

But people and cats are just as stubborn. It's no wonder they are good friends. Megan insisted on going downstairs, and the cat kept blocking her way. In the end, the child compromised and sat on the stairs and moved down one step at a time. This satisfied the cat, but it still followed her closely.

Unlike summer, in winter the floor of the building, including the stairs, was covered with carpets, so she wouldn't catch a cold even if she sat on the floor.

Megan moved to the first floor and saw a little light burning in the fireplace. She walked to the window next to the living room on the first floor and saw some more decorations on the roadside...

The decorations definitely reflect the Christmas atmosphere.

The heater in the house was on, so Megan stayed by the window, waiting for the Joker to come back. Usually when he was there, Bob was not there, and apparently that was the case now.

The clown came into the room with a cold face. He stood at the door, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. He also threw away the leather gloves on his hands and changed into a new pair. Then he walked towards Megan, who had noticed the movement and just turned around but did not move.

He saw the Wire-bristled cat, which panted at the clown and ran aside. It was not in the way and had no intention of rushing up to fight with the clown. So he ignored it, walked to Megan, and lifted her chin to take a look.

The newly changed gloves were not so cold, and Megan did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, she pressed the whole strength of her head on his hands. She lowered her eyes weakly and her breathing was light.

However, the clown's eyes swept across her face, and he gradually revealed a satisfied expression. He asked her, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" He knew very well about Megan's current condition, and it was even caused by him. He had done a comprehensive examination while she was comatose.

He might be in a good mood, and his happiness was reflected in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, but Megan was always willful and self-willed. She would not respond to this. She shook her head slightly and asked, "Dad, how long is it today?"

When she was in Arkham, she heard the criminals talking about the holidays coming up and the guards taking a day off. If they wanted to break out of Arkham, this would be a good opportunity. But Batman outside Arkham works all year round. She didn't know where he got so much energy and sense of responsibility. A vigilante has a higher attendance rate than the police. In the end, she summed it up as follows:

Gotham characteristics.

It's not like this in Metropolis next door. Although Superman seems to be stationed in Metropolis, in fact, the red cape can be seen all over the world as long as there is a danger that is beyond human control. Some people may think that Superman appears more frequently than Batman, but that's not the case. Batman casts a huge shadow on them, and they always feel that he is everywhere.

In short—

F*ck Batman!

Megan changed quietly in Arkham, from not liking crowds at first to liking to squat in the corner and listen to their conversations later. She just needed to realize that her father appeared in their mouths frequently enough.

She had heard about the festival and also learned about the festival time and customs from books, and was wondering whether they would celebrate the festival.

The clown didn't expect her to be so roundabout and answered directly, "Today is the 22nd. What's your plan, little Megan?"

Megan spoke slowly: "Dad, tomorrow is Christmas Eve." She became interested and had the strength to speak of this. She looked up at the clown, her clear green eyes shining brightly.

Her father smiled when he heard her words. He understood what she meant. The palm of his hand that had been lifting her chin was empty, and he fell on her head and rubbed it. "You want to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas, right?"

"Um!"

He stared at Megan who was waiting for his reply obediently, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Okay, but you have to make sure that you can leave by yourself that day and don't rely on me for everything, okay?" He was a little impatient by the end. Megan always made things that made him unhappy. Did he have any expectations for what she wanted to do?

Including today, she has two days to recover. Megan slept for a long time, and when she woke up, she felt her body was very strange and limp. When she wanted to do something, her limbs felt particularly heavy.

Megan's response to this was: "They also went to sleep, or left for a while."

She woke up even though her body wasn't, and she seemed quite proud of it. This kind of stupid and childish behavior was unbearable for the clown, so he simply turned his eyes away and paid attention to something else.

Undeterred by the clown, Megan slowly began to move around, but only did some simple stretching exercises. After a while, she began to pant and rest again. Having slept for two days and only receiving intravenous fluids to maintain the nutrients her body needed, she felt hungry after just a little movement and yelled to her father, "I'm hungry."

She was so confident that she opened her mouth and asked for everything, just like a baby bird in the nest that couldn't leave its mother. The clown didn't even turn his head and said, "Wait for Nelson to bring you food."

So what about Bob?

"That idiot has his own things to do, Megan, don't pay attention to those trivial things."

Since the clown said so, Megan naturally listened. So she stayed in the small building to exercise for the past two days. The strength of her hands and feet quickly recovered, and she was able to run and jump again. She played hide-and-seek with her cat friend. The cat's nose could find her quickly, and Megan, who was still short and thin...she could walk around the room several times without seeing the cat lying on the door.

But she was having a lot of fun herself and didn't get angry if she couldn't find the cat. However, after rubbing against the cat affectionately, she couldn't rub against the clown anymore unless she washed her face and hands first.

On Christmas Eve, the Joker disguised himself as Arthur Damon and took her out for a walk.

Megan has the same black hair and green eyes as her father, even though he has green hair when he is the Joker, but she firmly believes that their physical features are the same, and they both have curly hair.

As soon as she walked out the door, she wanted to have fun, because outside Arkham, she had only come out of the small building a few times before, and had never explored the outside environment by herself. Now that she had grown up to be brave, she wanted to run everywhere.

But just as she opened her arms to take a step, she looked at Arthur, did not take a step, and came back to hold Arthur's hand.

As the temperature in Gotham dropped rapidly and it was very cold outside, Megan's outstretched hand felt a little cold, and she wanted to hold Arthur's hand tightly. She didn't walk a few steps, but she did a lot of small movements. Finally, an idea suddenly came to her mind, and she held Arthur's hand and hung herself in the air.

Arthur's arm suddenly fell, but his reaction speed and strength were not weak. He picked her up as soon as she tilted. Before he could open his mouth to teach her a lesson, Megan cried out: "Daddy! This is fun!"

She was already swinging on his arm, and Arthur glanced at her, but he was now playing the role of a good father. Seeing Megan smile at him after she withdrew her hand, she might not have realized her expression, but she had already mastered it.

There was only a slight frown on her childish face, but a happy smile flowed from her green eyes. There was no fear or timidity at all. There was no happier child in the world than her.

When she wanted to act like a good child, she would put her hands behind her back. When she looked up at people, she would appear even weaker and more harmless. Instinct drove her to do this to show her love and everything to her powerful protector. Only in this way could she survive better.

Arthur squatted down, raised one arm horizontally, and asked, "Want to try it this way?" He looked gentle and patient.

Megan was sure to do it, so she hung both of her arms on it and grabbed his arms in a mess. When she was ready, Arthur stood up and easily lifted her up from the ground.

Her vision suddenly became higher, and Megan let out a "Wow" and raised her head to look further away.

But after only two or three strokes, Arthur put her down and continued walking hand in hand on the road. The weather was cold and the wind was gradually picking up. He threw the scarf around his neck to Megan.

But Megan wasn't too cold. After thinking for a moment, she draped the men's scarf over her shoulders and wrapped it around her shoulders twice.

She paused while concentrating on one thing, and Arthur was waiting for her two or three steps away.

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