Chapter 98 Chapter 98 [VIP]

Megan has never returned to Arkham since she was sent to a care center for special children. The Joker never mentioned this matter, and she never thought about it. After all, it had never occurred to her before. Even though she had learned the word a long time ago and heard the teacher explain its meaning, she was so slow to understand it until some time ago.

She had this thought suddenly that day, and the Joker's decision to take her back to Arkham seemed to be a spur-of-the-moment decision. If Megan hadn't sneaked out on her own and followed the Joker, he would never have made this arrangement.

She didn't feel guilty about her sneaky behavior at all. Even though she was still young, her height had reached the clown's waist, and her footsteps were not quiet at all. Who could ignore her?

After being caught, she finally got what she wanted.

Megan followed Poison Ivy to water the flowers. She loved being a little tail, and the vines clinging to the flower stand next to her followed her, acting as the tail of the tail. She shook the small kettle, and the water poured out in an arc, most of it falling on the soil at the roots of the plants, and some water spilled out, wetting the ground.

Poison Ivy turned around and looked at her, without a trace of blame in her expression. Compared to Megan's previous quiet and obedient state, she preferred the child's lively and naughty appearance now. She lowered her head and gestured at the vine, and it spread over by itself and landed on the water mark. When it rose again after a while, only a shallow wet mark remained, which would soon dry up.

She touched Megan's head, and the child rubbed his furry head against hers. She asked gently, "Megan, how long are you going to stay here?"

When will Megan belong to herself and become an independent child, no longer controlled by the clown? If that day really comes, she will give Megan the best wishes - when she sees the changes in Megan, she can't help but have greater expectations for her, hoping that she can get better.

As for the Joker? He's just a crazy villain, and can be dismissed at will.

Megan didn't know what her friend was thinking. She put the kettle down and touched the ends of her hair. "You're only coming back today and leaving tomorrow."

She raised her face and looked obedient. Poison Ivy stared at her eyes. After a few months, she had lost some of her ignorance, but was still innocent and without any haze. Maybe the Joker was good at taking care of children, but she had intelligence channels and knew that Megan was sent to the special children's care center established by the Wayne Group, where she was studying courses.

Poison Ivy smiled slightly and watched Megan put the small kettle on the ground, wipe the water on her clothes with her two small hands, and then took out a folded and flattened paper square from the pocket of her shorts.

It was just a small thing, perhaps nothing special, but it made Poison Ivy raise an eyebrow.

It is a paper art work. Although it is very simple, Megan worked on it seriously for a long time. She folded the paper on the back of the paper square over. As the veins of the paper stretched, the red flower in the middle opened. It was obviously made of two pieces of colored paper nested together, which must have taken a lot of effort.

Megan stood on tiptoe to give it to Poison Ivy. The beautiful and dangerous Poison Ivy lowered her head, met the young child's eyes, and smiled with an extremely gentle and beautiful smile. She took this useless thing from her hand. It was just made of simple paper and had no function. She didn't cherish it, but the added value it had...

Pamela Isley held it in her palm and said, "This is the best gift I have ever received." She squatted down and gave Megan a tight hug, and the gentle movement did not cause any discomfort to the child.

Poison Ivy no longer recognizes her human identity. Ever since she struggled to survive in the laboratory, she has been disgusted with human intrigue and selfish desires and chose to associate with plants. However, deep in her heart, there are still remnants of what her previous life gave her, such as conscience, morality, and humanity.

From the time she became Poison Ivy until now, she has killed many hypocritical and dirty people, but there are always people who move her again, such as Batman in Gotham. When she is familiar with the other party's character and persistence, they can get along with each other in a relatively harmonious way. Poison Ivy does not like the bat, but she will not laugh at or criticize such people.

There are scum and villains among humans, but there are also innocent victims. People are always like this...

They all harm their own compatriots, what else won’t they do?

Was Poison Ivy angry? Of course she was, because there were many others like Dr. Wood who had caused her to become what she was today. When she developed a deep connection with plants and harbored a deep murderous intent towards those who harmed them, she actually felt fortunate to have mutated in order to wield extraordinary powers. She wished she could eliminate those scum like she would a plant pest, but such actions...

Batman stopped her and also convinced her.

She was angry and sentimental all the time, but now hugging the child, Pamela kissed her temples and felt the warmth still in her chest. So compared to many bad adults, she liked these well-behaved and sensible children more. "Thank you, Megan, I received this gift."

Megan shifted in her arms, "Pammy, like it?"

Poison Ivy smiled and nodded, "I like it very much."

The time they spent together passed quickly. Poison Ivy didn't encourage Megan to talk much, but she actually talked more, introducing the characteristics of new plants and talking about some rare plant cases, which sometimes extended to the insects and animals that lived with the plants. She also complained that when she wrote papers in the past, some of her ideas were rejected. Now that she could sense the state of plants, she found many fallacies in botany.

But those academic things are of little use to her, unless she wants to do something - in fact, as long as she wants, she can become the richest person in Gotham in one fell swoop, with wealth and power at her fingertips. She can cultivate bacteria and toxins, so with her understanding and control of plants, can she develop anti-aging and special medicines for diseases?

But Poison Ivy didn't want to do that. She didn't want to use her abilities to help humans. Even if she developed drugs, who could she give them to? This society's system was hierarchical, and each level oppressed and exploited the people below. She was tired of it.

Humans and plants cannot be equal, and humans cannot be equal either. Let them live or die as they please.

Another topic came to an end. Poison Ivy looked outside the greenhouse. It was already evening and the sky was dim. Megan, who was standing beside her, was also looking outside. She understood something and asked softly, "Is there anyone else you want to see?"

Megan nodded, and they said their goodbyes briefly. The short-legged child left the greenhouse and broke into a trot, hurrying to save time. Many high-risk criminals in the mentally ill area saw her. The Penguin, who had simply emerged from his cell for a quick breath of fresh air, said:...

He took the cigar in his hand and stopped himself from lighting it. He called out to the child, "Where's your dad?"

That damn clown brought Megan back again? What was he trying to do? Involve a child like this in their adult rivalry? What kind of idiot would target a child?

Following this question, Penguin thought of a few scumbags in his mind, but his face was still frowning, looking extremely ferocious. He looked at Megan, who was not as tall as him, walking towards him, and casually put the lighter and cigar back into his pocket. Instead, he searched several pockets, but found no snacks, only a small prop he had just made.

Megan had just stood in front of the Penguin when something was stuffed into her hand. She couldn't help but tilt her head, and the Penguin opposite raised his chin to signal, "Keep it, it's for self-defense."

The Penguin Man also taught her how to open the mechanism to launch the hidden weapon, but did not tell her that it was just a disposable item. After all, he originally made it for himself. He was used to carrying many mechanisms and hidden weapons on his body, and the Bulgarian umbrella in his hand was equipped with considerable firepower.

After this matter was settled, Penguin asked the question again: "Where is your father?"

Megan didn't see anything wrong with this and replied directly, "Dad is in the cell."

The Penguin knew what was going on. The Jokers in Arkham were all fake. If Megan was in Arkham, then the Jokers here could only be real. That madman loved to pull jokes, and sometimes he used his tricks on himself, too, playing off the real and fake Jokers. It was a familiar trope, but classics never get old, and people often fall for it.

But considering that the Joker was stingy and unwilling to share the little Megan with them and refused to let anyone damage her, he would keep an eye on Megan with his own eyes and prevent the imposter from entering the stage.

The Penguin had a plan, and his small eyes squeezed by the fat on his face were full of cunning. He waved his hand and told Megan to go play. She could run around here or go anywhere because the real clown was watching her. However, Megan did not leave immediately, but raised a hand to him.

His expression changed slightly, and he refused in a dissatisfied tone, "I don't want to play house with you."

They already knew the child's temper, and they also knew where she learned her moves, but Megan was stubborn and refused to leave. The Penguin Man fell silent, turned around and left, but Megan trotted after him.

Finally, fearing that the clown would misunderstand that he wanted to kidnap his child, the Penguin stopped and raised the tip of the Bulgarian umbrella impatiently. He originally wanted to scare the child and tell her not to be so bold as to follow a gangster boss, as it would cost her her life.

But Megan had clearly seen him shoot with an umbrella, but she didn't feel the slightest sense of danger. When he poked her palm with the tip of the umbrella, she withdrew her hand contentedly and said before leaving: "Goodbye, Os."

Oswald said in a deep voice: "Your father and I are enemies."

Megan walked away without paying any attention.

The Penguin stood there like a balloon filled with air, his lips tightly drawn under his hooked nose. He was in a very bad mood. If this was his child, who dared to stay with his fellow inmates and enemies in Arkham without any suspicion, he would have to hang the ignorant child up and beat him.

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Penguin: I didn't mean to kidnap the Joker's child. She came to me on her own. I just wanted to teach her a lesson and scare her.

Penguin: No, she's not afraid at all? Who taught her to be so reckless?

Penguin: If this were my child, I'd hang her up and whip her! I'd whip her with a copper-headed leather belt until she turned into a spinning top! (Furious.JPG)