Chapter 13 Chapter 13
Two-Face brought the clown's fun to the cafeteria, attracting many ambiguous looks.
In fact, no one believed the clown's lie that "Meghan is his daughter", because he was the one who laughed the loudest at that time. It was a pity that no one was amused by him. Amidst the laughter, the Scarecrow tried to believe it and started to think, and then he was almost scratched on the face by the playing cards thrown by the clown.
You know, the other guys had guessed that he was "joking" when he started talking nonsense. This moody madman was like that - he loved to tell jokes, but the listeners would be teased whether they believed it or not. So after they dispersed, the Scarecrow was the only unlucky guy who was almost hurt.
In fact, Killer Croc, who came out to eat for the rare occasion, did not dodge. His body was covered with hard scales that could not be broken by ordinary weapons. The feeling of the playing cards thrown on him was nothing but lightness. But he looked at the Joker with fear, because that madman was a little special. He had indeed been scratched by a playing card before, but this time the Joker's target was not him, so he just moved away a few steps.
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At this time, Megan was brought over by Two-Face. Others suspected whether he had reached some agreement with the Joker, but when they saw that the Joker did not catch up, they gradually understood what the Joker meant. Some well-informed people had already known the news.
Scarecrow had been deeply offended by the Joker before and undoubtedly held a grudge, but he looked at the child held by Two-Face and did not act rashly. He had an outstanding talent in the field of chemistry and was once a professor of psychology. Even if his schemes could not compete with those of other mentally ill prisoners in Arkham, he had all the necessary judgment.
Barely suppressing a certain thought, he wanted to step forward and observe the child closely, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, Killer Croc stood in front of him.
This terrifying humanoid monster was over two meters tall and weighed an astonishing nearly seven hundred pounds, completely blocking his vision and other possibilities.
The Scarecrow didn't understand at first, but then he thought about how Killer Croc would kill adults and even tear people apart, but he had compassion for children and would take the initiative to protect them.
He stepped back, smiled up at Killer Croc, and said, "I'm not planning on doing anything, but who wouldn't be curious about a 'newcomer'?"
Without his terrifying sackcloth hood, the man was even handsome, though there was a lingering gloom in his expression. He took a few steps to the side, peeked at the child, and smiled even more. "She has some minor issues. Looks like she's having psychological or mental problems. Maybe I understand?"
But Killer Croc didn't fall for it. There were few people in Arkham who couldn't act, and he knew it very well. He turned around and went to get the dinner plate. As he left, he swept his strong and powerful tail and hit Scarecrow's leg directly.
The Scarecrow didn't dodge it, and took a few steps back, gasping for air. He laughed in anger, his eyes falling on Two-Face and Megan in his arms. He didn't move closer, but just said, "Okay, I know she's a little girl who needs care, and you've all been fascinated by her--"
"Ha, her good Daddies."
He said this to disgust his fellow inmates, but no one responded, leaving him with a sour face throughout the meal.
While waiting in line for food, Megan's plate was held by Two-Face, who seemed to be taking care of her, but when she got her food, Two-Face scooped her a big spoonful of the most unpalatable potatoes and clams.
Two-Face really couldn't get used to the cooking skills of the chefs in Arkham's High-Danger Zone, especially the dish of potatoes and clams. Seafood is prone to rancidity, and the stale clams had a disgusting smell mixed with the smell of the sea and the stench of decay. It was as if they hadn't been allowed to spit out the sand at all, and in the end, the side dish was still potatoes -
Taking a bite of this dish, it's impossible to imagine that the crunchy texture rubbing against your teeth in your mouth is mashed potatoes, seabed sand, or something that the clams didn't excrete.
As for giving this dish to Megan, he admitted that he had some bad taste. Anyway, they had already entered Arkham and could not get out for the time being or did not want to get out, so they could only find some fun for themselves. Moreover, he knew that no one in the Joker, or in the entire Arkham, was not afraid of this truly unpredictable madman.
There's no such thing as camaraderie in Arkham. This group of mentally ill criminals all have their own issues, including dual personality, dissociative identity, paranoia, schizophrenia, atavism, and antisocial tendencies...
They become criminals, and these illnesses are either the cause, or they themselves have led themselves to this point, whether sane or insane.
Even after being disfigured and suffering from split personality disorder, with his other personality being extremely evil, Two-Face still follows a certain "order". He tosses a coin in front of someone who offends him and whom he wants to deal with. As long as the "good" side comes up, he will let the other person go. And the person he dislikes most in Arkham is of course the Joker.
If one day the Joker comes up with a big idea and wants to blow up the entire Arkham into fireworks, or hang his cellmates in front of Batman and tell him that this is an ironic joke he prepared, in which criminals kill criminals and prevent crime, this is all possible. After all, he is such a crazy character.
Two-Face has a split personality, but that doesn't stop him from planning ahead and making some preparations in advance. Now that the best medium is brought to him by the Joker himself, he chose to contact him without hesitation, but he didn't have such a good opportunity before.
The child was sitting on his left. If he looked up, he could see the half of his face that was corroded by sulfuric acid and turned into a bloody and cruel and hideous mess. However, this child with a serious problem had not received any instructions and it was impossible for him to look up at him.
Megan ate the food on the plate in silence, even the potatoes and clams that Two-Face thought were quite unpalatable. But she was a child after all, and her appetite was not big, so there was still a lot of food left after she was full.
The spoon rested gently on the plate, Megan's hands dropped, and then she was about to get up. 'Come back after dinner' was a clearer and more specific instruction than 'Play outside', and she could respond promptly and completely.
But when she was about to leave, the back of her collar was suddenly pulled. Perhaps they didn't mean to make her uncomfortable, but just restrained her behavior for a moment and then let go.
The two-faced man had also finished eating. After he pulled Megan's collar, he smiled gently and apologetically on the half of his intact face. It was unknown who he was acting for, but he pretended to be gentle and refined, and bent down to pick up Megan.
He said to other inmates in the cafeteria, "We'll leave first." He was very polite.
Scarecrow curled his lips. He was the most pretentious person in the entire prison. He was usually arrogant and didn't like to communicate with others. After all, he used to be a prosecutor and was the knight of light who was placed with hope and brought fairness and justice to Gotham.
But now they were all criminals, the Scarecrow sneered.
The Two-Face Man heard it, and the lips on the injured half of his face were also corroded, revealing his teeth and even gums. That side happened to be facing the Scarecrow, and he pulled his facial muscles, revealing an expression that was unclear whether it was hatred or a sneer. In fact, without that skin, it was impossible to accurately identify the emotions just by looking at the muscle movements.
The Scarecrow raised the cup of water to him fearlessly and said leisurely, "New dad, I wish you good luck in raising your child." He didn't dare to mention the Joker. After all, the Joker was in Arkham and it looked like he wouldn't be leaving in the near future.
Two-Face obviously knew the character of his cellmates, so he ignored them and strode away with Megan in his arms. He wanted to send Megan to the Joker's cell, but when he was about to get close, he put her down.
Then Megan stood firm like a robot and went straight back to the Joker's cell. She stopped at the door and saw that there was no light on in the room, only a faint light, and the Joker was kneeling in front of his desk, grabbing his hair with both hands and seemed to be in distress.
He was completely submerged in darkness. When he heard the movement behind him, he turned around with a crazy and weird look on his face. Only his strange green eyes were shining, and deep in his eyes there was a hint of extreme madness.
"Megan," the Joker called.
A smile appeared on the Joker's face, and he almost instantly came out of his troubled state. He stood up and strode to the door. When he saw Two-Face, he said "Wow", and his tone was slowed down and raised strangely, which seemed meaningful, but not surprising.
He lowered his head, made a gun shape with his hand, and poked Megan's forehead with his index finger, causing her to lean back and almost lose her balance. He laughed, "Forgive me, I only realized how popular you are now. Maybe if I had let you out earlier, you would have made more friends."
But I'm really sorry, what he says and what shows on his face always mean two different things. In fact, both of them may have nothing to do with his real thoughts. It's all acting anyway. He is acting all the time, and Megan can't understand what he said.
The Joker asked Two-Face, "You said so?"
Two-Faced Man smiled slightly and agreed: "Yes, everyone likes her."
He successfully made the clown laugh, and then the clown slammed the door shut. Maybe the clown in the cell was going to mess with his toys, but Two-Face didn't have the extra kindness to care about this, so he turned around and went back to his cell.
The light inside the door became dimmer. The clown's hand caressed the child's cheek, but he only touched it briefly before walking over to turn on the light. Seeing Megan still standing there waiting, he said without much interest, "Go back to your room. Don't hide around like a little mouse."
When he was making his little props today, he discovered that Megan liked to hide in his cell and mess up his things that he had put there casually but was sure he remembered where they were. He had to spend a long time looking for the tools he needed.
This is very bad.
And the clown can't argue with a fool -
That would really turn you into a lunatic!
The author has something to say:
I was sick, and it took me several days to write today's chapter.
The reason was inflamed lymph nodes (the person did not pass away peacefully.jpg). There was a bump on the back of the head, and pain in the back, shoulders and neck. The doctor said: eat less spicy food and squeeze less pimples.
...I burst into tears.
Ugly Master (sighs), your bottom line is lowered step by step, how can this not be considered a successful reverse PUA?
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