Chapter 111 Chapter 111 [VIP]
Robin sent Megan back to the small building. He was used to climbing in and out through the windows, and he was still agile and nimble with Megan. Thinking that it was almost late at night, he sent Megan directly back to her bedroom. Before leaving, he reminded her to wash up, go to bed early, and not to get close to him if she encountered a similar situation next time.
Seeing the bright yellow cloak flying over the window, Robin did not just leave. He hung it outside the wall and closed Megan's window a little to prevent insects from flying in following the light on summer nights. Megan didn't like insects.
Megan saw her window was rolled down, and when she glanced at her alarm clock, she knew it was time to take her medicine. She never forgot to take the small pills before going to bed every day. Then she washed up and finally sat on the edge of her bed with her legs hanging down and dangling. When she heard a cat meowing outside the door, she jumped down barefoot and went to open the door for her feline friend.
A striped wire-haired cat ran in as if it knew the place well. Megan found a blanket from her bedside table and spread it on the bed. This was where the cat slept. She hid this from the Joker. As for Bob, he was responsible for cooking, tidying up and cleaning on a daily basis, and was always asked to respect Megan's wishes, so he easily deceived Nelson and the Joker.
As for the Joker, Megan's love of playing with cats was a leftover habit from when her activities were confined to this small building. It wasn't a big problem. Besides, she often talked about cats and learned behavioral patterns from them. Sometimes there was still cat hair on her clothes. Only she thought he didn't know. She was simply the stupidest and most self-righteous child in the world.
The Wirehaired cat tried to jump onto the bed by itself, but Megan squatted beside it and held it down. The cat was puzzled, but the cat had enough patience with the child, so it raised one of its front paws, but before it had time to lick it, Megan picked it up from the ground and put it on the blanket.
Megan's behavior is sometimes erratic. She has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she has strange behavior patterns and thinking logic that have not been changed. In essence, they are meaningless, but Megan doesn't want to change, and no one requires her to change.
At the special care center, Megan was already the most reassuring child. Arkham Asylum had so many lunatics that they couldn't have missed another one. Besides, compared to them, what was her problem? Even if the child was a little odd, she hadn't hurt herself or caused trouble for others.
Megan knew she was sick from a young age. That was what her father told her. She was different from other people because she was sick. If she wanted to get better, she needed to gradually get in touch with and understand the outside world and learn a lot of things, but she didn't have to imitate others. That was "very boring."
Something flashed through her mind, but Megan hadn't learned to look back freely yet. Being able to look back was a big deal. Megan liked to play with her cat friends. She would pounce on them and rub her face against them.
The soft big cub rubbed against her, trying to get a mark from it to 'intimidate' the bad guy, and the wire-bristled cat rubbed back affectionately, and then they fell on the bed together. The cat licked its own fur and then licked Megan's hands and face.
Megan dropped to all fours like a kitten, still immature and unable to use her limbs. She rubbed her head against the bedroom light switch, flicked it off, and squinted for a moment before adjusting to the dimming. The nightlight by her bedside was still on. She fluttered back into bed and said, "Good night," to the Wirehaired cat beside her.
"Good night, fish too."
Her small plastic fish tank was placed in her bedroom, but not on the table. Instead, it was casually stuffed in the corner. She changed the water in the tank every day and often stared at the small plastic fish in the tank.
It wasn't alive, but Megan would reach in and fish around, and when the water stirred, the fish would move.
Some unchanging things always respond to her, like the wind, the wind that blows naturally, the wind blown by air conditioners and fans, and the wind that she blows herself; like water, whether it is still water or flowing water, they respond to her most often and will never ignore her or let her lose her perception.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep in the dim light of the night light. After a few minutes, her breathing became long and deep. She had no idea that after she fell asleep, the bristle cat that was lying next to her stood up. The bed was very big, and after Megan lay down, there was still plenty of space for the cat to lie down as it pleased. But the cat had his own plans.
The Wire-bristled cat bit it and dragged the blanket to Megan's head before lying down. It even moved close to feel her breath, stretched out a paw and waved it carefully in the air before gently landing on Megan's face. It felt warm and fresh. After retracting its paw, it began to close its eyes and take a nap, but it would open its eyes every once in a while to look at its big friend.
On the other side, Robin and Batman returned to the Batcave late at night. The lively boy jumped out of the Batmobile, stretched, and then moved his hands and feet. Only then did he try to figure out where he was injured and what needed to be treated in time.
The areas that were scratched and bleeding were sprayed with wound healing gel, and now the surface of the wound has almost healed, but those injuries from being hit need to be treated with cold compresses. As for massage and cold compresses, they must be performed after a certain period of time.
In the previous battle, although Robin tried his best to protect himself and completed the mission, he was shot by a bullet. Even though it hit his uniform, it still had a significant impact on him. Bruising and internal injuries were certain. He felt uncomfortable as soon as he stretched his waist.
Batman noticed that Robin was injured. Even though he didn't say anything, Robin felt uneasy. He quickly went to the old butler Alfred and said casually, "Alfred! Come and help me check my body!"
Then he turned to Batman and said, "Okay, Bruce, I know you're going to say I'm being reckless again, but it's late, right? Alfred is going to urge you to go to bed!"
The old butler came over and brought them two glasses of alkaline water. He nodded in agreement, "Yes."
But even if Robin wanted to sneak away, he had to drink the water first. At this moment, Batman said in an indistinguishable tone: "But there is still a problem, Jason."
"What?"
"Do you and your friends often play grappling gun swings together?"
Robin couldn't help but choke on a mouthful of water. He looked at Batman with disbelief in his eyes. Hadn't he avoided the surveillance? How could—
Alfred next to him spoke up, "Excuse my bold question, Master Jason, is that true?" The old British gentleman always had a smile on his face, and this was no exception.
Jason frantically cleaned up the water that had spilled on himself, and couldn't help but lean back after he finished. Although he really did that, why did it become completely wrong when Batman said it and Alfred repeated it?
Alfred looked like he wanted to sigh, and finally said helplessly: "I hope Master Jason will remember that Miss Megan is a lady." Instead of a lively and active boy like him.
Jason, feeling misunderstood, wanted to say that Megan liked playing that way, and that he had rarely exposed himself and Megan to surveillance, except for today when Bruce had seen them. But before he could argue, he saw the relaxed smiles on their faces, and it was obvious that they were teasing him, so he snorted and said in a cocky way, "We are good friends."
There's nothing we can do about it, they are just good friends.
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The Wire-bristled cat stayed with Megan all night until daybreak, and then he fell asleep peacefully.
So when the clown came to the small building to see how Megan was doing, he pushed open the door and saw his child still sleeping, but what was that ugly thing that suddenly jumped up and stood up? The smile on his face seemed happy and cheerful, but the meaning behind it became increasingly bad, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes drooped.
Megan seemed to have a clown radar. Normally, she would have woken up a while ago, but she woke up slowly and hugged the cat without even opening her eyes. This was more than the first or second time she had done this.
The clown walked to her bedside with a steady pace, but she could definitely hear the footsteps. He sighed in a pretentious manner, and Megan suddenly jumped up and shouted happily, "Dad!"
Of course she was happy to see her father. Although the cat was not happy, it had no choice. When the clown's gaze swept over, the cat jumped off the bed and escaped through the window. Before leaving, it roared at the clown a few times in a bluffing manner, relying on the presence of its friend.
Megan's attention was drawn to the clown, who said, "Oh my god, your cat friend still doesn't like me."
The child came over immediately and rubbed his head against him, "I like Daddy." What sweet words, what a straightforward and sincere expression.
But her good father held her jaw with one hand, looked her over and over, and then asked, "So, did you learn anything last night?"
Hopefully she won't remember and learn something terrible...
The Joker was well aware of what had happened last night. He'd tried to educate the child, using a spectacular fireworks display to teach her to stay away from danger. Otherwise, what if she grew up, had her own ideas, and acted recklessly, accidentally getting hurt and dying? All his efforts and energy would be wasted. He wouldn't accept this loss.
And there's another question, which is, "Megan, when you go out to play with Robin at night, all you do is play with the grappling gun and swing?"
What did the robin want to do? Seeing her courage grow, he wanted to make her even more daring? Let her do whatever she wanted from now on?
The Joker was really confused, but Megan said confidently: "It's fun! I like it!" As his child, she didn't feel anything about playing with Batman's child. It was as if her mind was blank and she was not sensitive to these things at all.
Then there was nothing more to say between them. Looking down, he saw Megan still thinking about her answer. His previous emotions calmed down, and he asked with a strange tone and a smile: "Are you scared then?" This question should be easy to answer.
Megan said with a defiant "Woooooo (o°^°o)" and then said, "Dad, I'm a brave little bear."
"But dear," the clown bent down and kissed her hair, stroking the child's hair with hypocritical affection. Her dry and colorless hair had long been healed, but it was still so fluffy, "You are my most beloved child. How can I bear to see you hurt? How can I accept losing you..."
"Good boy, that would break my heart."
He could calm a child's temper with just a few words and coax her into obedience. Megan hadn't washed or tied her hair yet, and her black curly hair was all standing up, making her look like a plush and fluffy bear. She had a lot of hair, and even when she tied it into two ponytails, the amount of hair was astonishing.
Now Megan pressed the clown against her again, then broke free from his hand and sat on the bed, looking up at him, "Dad, I have learned it."
It's very good and familiar, but she only says half of the sentence, and won't tell the other half unless someone asks her about it.
The Joker was curious about what she had learned, so he sat down beside her bed. Then Megan came over, raised her hand and punched the Joker hard in the face.
clown:?
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Megan: Dad, look, I've learned to hit people.
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