Chapter 122 Chapter 122 [VIP]
Megan took the clown's hand and walked slowly on the road, shaking their clasped hands with childish innocence, which successfully made the clown laugh. However, he did not say anything to stop her behavior. Megan domineeringly pulled one of his hands over, and the other hand held a cane, tapping the ground from time to time, making a rhythmic sound with the footsteps.
After walking for a while, Megan stopped and looked up at the clown. She raised her other arm and tiptoed towards him, hugging him with an open arms gesture. "Daddy, hug me."
She was asking for a hug, and she was braver than before, but it was all shown in places where it shouldn't be. The clown still had a smile on his face, and he couldn't help asking: "Hey, dear, who told you that you have privileges with me?" He was so confused. You know, in the past, when she wanted to get something from him, she would show her desire, but now her attitude was too normal.
The Joker leaned down and took a good look at Megan's face, but he didn't insist on an answer. He ignored the hem of his windbreaker falling to the ground and brushing against the grass beside the road, and simply picked her up. His movements were effortless, after all, he had done this more than once or twice. Megan sat in his arms and slowly answered, "It's Richard."
"Richard said you would definitely prepare a birthday gift for me."
She sat up high, her eyes level with the clown, staring at him intently. She immediately leaned in close and rubbed her father's pale cheek, "Dad, I want you to celebrate my birthday."
Before, he'd only hinted indirectly, but now he was making a direct request. But who could blame the Joker for being so prepared? He didn't pursue the topic further, instead weighing her up. "You don't want me to carry you again, do you?" Would she push it this far?
The answer is of course.
The child's eyes suddenly lit up, and he rubbed the clown's face with kisses and kisses, saying in a sticky voice, "Daddy, Daddy, yes! Carry me!"
Megan had been held in her arms many times and carried on her back many times, including the Joker, her friends, and the criminals in Arkham, from the short one like Robin to the tall one like Grundy. Logically, such activities should not be strange to her, but she had never been on the Joker's back, so naturally she wanted to try it.
She laughed softly, not thinking the clown's words were just a casual remark, and even a hint of irony. After all, a child her age would have long wanted to be independent and not be happy to be held. But seeing her happy expression, the tall, thin, scary-looking man simply looked at her and said with a smile, "Oh, my dearest child made a request!"
The clown put her down first, threw his top hat and cane to her, and just as he moved his arms, he found that his windbreaker was a bit of a hindrance, so he took it off and hung it on his arm, then squatted with his back to Megan.
"You should be satisfied, child." As soon as he turned his head and finished speaking, his beloved child rushed over and hung on him.
Carrying such a small thing, the weight was not heavy at all. The clown was not in a good mood, but not too bad either. He put his arm around her knees and let her swing her legs - anyway, if her center of gravity was unstable, it wouldn't be him who fell.
Megan was happy, "Hehe." She hugged the clown's neck and leaned closer, with a happy expression on her face. She said, "Daddy, I love you so much."
She spoke sweetly, showing how much she loved the Joker, but the Joker remained unmoved, his expression not even changing. He asked in a mocking tone, "So you still want to imitate Robin?"
Megan didn't say anything, as if she was trying to cover her ears and steal the bell, pretending that no one would know her answer if she didn't answer. However, it was as expected by the clown, "You are really promising, Megan." But he was not angry. All this proved that Megan was living, had personality and self, which was a more rare performance than being well-behaved and obedient. If you don't invest a lot, you will never get this result.
This is a child he raised personally, so he can treat him with patience and tolerance.
After walking for a while, Megan leaned on the clown's neck and suddenly said, "I remember a little..." As her self gradually improved, some very distant memories also came back from distant places and gently fell into her heart. Most of them were pale, silent, and even blurred.
Megan remembered the cold golden sunlight and someone wearing a blue flowered apron. Her face and voice were blurred, and their hands were pressed against her face. It seemed as if the other person was smiling, gently and softly. As for what they said or did, she could no longer remember clearly.
Those memories were covered with the dust of time, but they were very precious. After passing through the hazy consciousness, they finally arrived at this shore. Megan tried to organize them, but found that they were out of place no matter where she put them, and did not match the places and people in all her memories.
This time, unexpectedly, the clown didn't interrupt her and asked her what she remembered, so she just went on to say, "I think she is my mother." Because in those memories, the person's palms were warm, and Megan could also tell that she was looking up, and the height was much shorter than she was standing on the ground now.
The Joker's reaction to this was indifferent, he just asked: "And then?"
Megan tilted her head, her fluffy hair rubbing against the clown's neck. She asked in confusion, "Nothing else?"
She only had a little memory, which she suddenly remembered, and then threw it away after she said it. The clown carried her back to the two-story building. When she entered the house, she squeezed in first and turned on the light. She found a cake on the table in the living room. She ran over, but before unpacking it, she shouted to the door: "Dad!"
Her father had just hung his coat on the coat rack when he heard her voice. His expression turned dull, "Why are you in such a hurry? It's not like it can grow legs and run away. It's not set with a time bomb, and you're not a bat or a bird." He was genuinely confused. The cake was right there. Was it worth her rushing around?
But to Megan, what he said seemed strangely illogical. She tried to understand, but failed, so she put it out of her mind. Seeing that the clown was still unhurried, she squatted by the table and stared at the cake packaging.
The already short child squatted down, with most of her face hidden under the table, leaving only her eyes blinking. She still had questions, so she turned her head and asked the clown: "Dad, why didn't I celebrate my birthday before?"
The clown had already walked over and started to unpack the box. He glanced at Megan and said, "Oh my God, you want me to remember something you didn't even ask for?"
What he said seemed to make some sense, but not a lot.
Megan looked up at him and said after a while: "Then Dad, please celebrate my birthday every year." This problem is not difficult to solve at all. After she finished speaking, she nodded, thinking that what she said made more sense.
She looked so self-righteous that the clown couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "You're a smart kid. Since you don't want to be reminded every year, why don't you let me remember it?" He sneered.
After taking the cake apart, Megan wanted to reach out her hand, but the clown slapped her back. She even let out an "Ahhh". The clown was too lazy to pay attention to her occasional weird cries. He said "Wait, don't move" and started to insert candles, lighting only one casually. Besides, the cake was just a low-quality one from the store, and the smell of the cream was so sweet that it was unappetizing.
The clown put the burning candles on the cake and went to turn off the lights. While he was doing this, Megan squatted at the table and watched. Suddenly, her vision darkened and she found that there was something else going on in the room.
Above the living room was a circle of small colored lights that she had seen at Christmas. They flashed colorful lights one after another. Then she heard an extra noise. She lowered her head to touch under the table and found a music player with a broken shell, playing the Happy Birthday song.
Megan placed the music player on the table. The light from the fairy lights above her head was not bright enough. In the dim and eerie light, the wrinkles on the clown's face cast deeper shadows than usual, and his expression became even more sinister and terrifying. He walked to the table and said to Megan condescendingly, "Happy birthday, Megan."
“Time to blow out the candles and make a wish haha!”
He was playing out the old-fashioned and vulgar family drama with Megan here, and he wouldn't do anything to her, but what about Gotham, the sinful city he had created? Now everything seemed calm, but the time hadn't come yet, and his plan hadn't been exposed yet.
The clown watched Megan stand up. She was very excited, but she raised her hand, held the clown's hand, and said, "Dad, I will give you half of my wish." Then she blew out the candle.
"My wish is that I want to look forward to my future birthdays." Robin said that growing up is a great thing, and she wants to be a great child and spend every year with her father.
Megan didn't make any wishes to God. She knew that many people believed in the "religion" mentioned in textbooks and worshipped their Lord. Even in Arkham, there were criminals who prayed to God. When she passed by the church, she saw worship and godfathers preaching to people. They read scriptures that Megan couldn't understand and placed their body and mind on an invisible existence.
She raised her head, looked at the clown seriously and attentively, and suddenly thought of it -
Oh, they call God 'my Father', but what about Mom?
Megan doesn't care, but she definitely believes in both characters.
Seeing her staring at him, the clown smiled and touched the top of her head, "Want to try your birthday cake?"
This cake is not small, but it is really terrible. It can be seen that it has been made for some time. There is a layer of water floating on the surface of the cream, the decoration is soft and lifeless, the colored needles sprinkled on it are all soft, and melted wax has fallen on the surface of the cake. The pungent smell starts to spread when it is ignited, and it is mixed with the sweet smell of cream, which is extremely unpleasant and makes people lose their appetite.
Megan tried to find tools to cut and eat it, but couldn't find any and didn't want to go to the kitchen, so she just dipped her finger in the butter and tasted it.
Megan: QaQ
She was so shocked by the strange smell that she couldn't recover for a long time, while the Joker had already turned on the lights in the house and was sitting on the sofa watching TV. He tuned to the local channel and saw a news report saying that a building had exploded and the police were rushing to the scene. Under the noisy background sound in the live camera, a rose-red figure illuminated by the fire flashed by.
The author has something to say:
The Joker is a good father, but only to a limited extent.
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