Chapter 135 Chapter 135 [VIP]
Megan returned to the second-floor apartment and called her father. She sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, one hand on her hip, and said unhappily, "Riddler, bad."
Her father sneered nonchalantly on the other end of the line, "Then how did he bully you? You have to tell me the whole story." His strange tone was filled with a sinister sense of terror. He was used to cleaning up this child's mess. As for whether the Riddler really bullied her, Megan was a person of that temperament. She never reflected on herself and only blamed others for everything.
Megan was lost in thought. She didn't know how to describe or express her feelings. Fortunately, the Joker waited patiently and didn't hang up the phone in annoyance. After a long while, she heard her slow voice.
"It's so strange, Dad, they can't see me."
The child was puzzled. She had been trapped in her own empty, silent world for too long. Only after she felt safe did she gradually begin to perceive the outside world. She was curious about everything, but her gaze towards people was superficial and she didn't like to look people in the eye. Megan didn't like many people and didn't like to get along with others, but she didn't dislike her father or her friends...
She struggled with this for a long time, and finally listened to the clown say, "You're sick, don't think too much," and "Accept yourself, child. There are many things in this world that you don't like and don't understand. There are so many things. Do you have to care about everything? That will only drive you crazy."
Megan listened to her father. She was sick, so she shouldn't think too much and just accept it. She slowly reconciled with herself and the world. She also observed the outside world and others all the time, trying to find patterns and figure out something, because learning also requires templates.
Then Megan discovered something strange and said puzzledly: "Edward didn't see me. Before in Arkham and now, he was just coaxing the child." The child himself discovered it.
Listening to what she said, the clown on the other end of the phone smiled distortedly and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh my God, my dear child, this is your first day - there are so many crazy people in Arkham, I am one of them, and so is he. It's so unfortunate that we all have our own madness." The voice became lower and lower, full of deep irony.
He said, "The Riddler is too arrogant. His own arrogance has blinded him, and he has no regard for the common people. Of course, he can't see you. And many people, including him, can't see you because they don't respect you. Do you understand? This is a fact you should have discovered long ago. You have no value and are not worthy of their respect."
"But they also have some problems. They all act crazy and stupid, pretending to be blind and pretending not to see anyone. Why, is there something else valuable in their eyes?" In order to appease Megan, a child with a domineering personality, the clown has belittled his cellmates as much as possible. At least standing on the same side as her will not make the child angry again. It's just a few words, and it doesn't require him to make any extra efforts.
But what the Joker said was also true. The Riddler was immersed in the huge lie he had woven for himself, madly and paranoidly believing that he was the most intelligent person, and then he tried desperately to prove it all. Maybe in his own delusion, he was a warrior who relied solely on his own strength to fight against this world that did not conform to his imagination. He didn't know that the goal he needed to fight from beginning to end was only one...
That was himself. His arrogance, his delusion, his paranoia, but the Riddler could never defeat himself.
The Joker saw too many dramas and jokes in Arkham Asylum, but he never thought of reminding Megan that if she was smart and tenacious enough, she could discover these problems herself and survive in the cracks. Megan was bound to him, so she should have her own Arkham survival rules. No one could teach her such things step by step, and even the Joker could only guide her.
Now that he had the answer and seen the result, this slow-witted child had finally learned to think and no longer used her brain as a decoration. The clown was very pleased. He let out a low, twisted and weird laugh, "Good boy, do you have any questions?"
He waited patiently for Megan to ask questions or for her to come up with some new tricks. He was her patient partner and would cooperate as appropriate.
Megan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said excitedly: "Yes, Dad, I want your cards——"
She didn't want the Riddler's money. If she had to work to get it, why didn't she ask her father for it? Megan wouldn't go far to get what's nearby, but she would pretend to be ignorant to tease the Riddler. Who made him stupid?
"Dad, I want to play frisbee."
It seems that the child is getting close to her parents and learning whatever she sees, but only from people or animals she likes, like her cat friend. Her father is happy about this, but his response is: "You will be able to see things tomorrow, but ask Richard to teach you. I don't have time to play with you." He refused to take care of the child.
After hanging up the phone, the Joker put his phone back into his pocket and turned around. He was in a large underground laboratory. In front of him were several huge glass liquid tanks standing on the ground. Dark green liquid was swaying slightly in them, which looked extremely weird. This was his recent achievement. His pale and hideous face was reflected in the glass tanks, and there was no smile on his face.
The results are out, and it's foreseeable that he'll be busy again in the future. As for what that thing is? It's the chemical pool liquid he fell into, which caused him to become what he is now. The Joker has already researched its formula, but is still constantly improving it.
He wants to recreate the classic...
A classic called 'Joker'.
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On the other side, Jason got the clue given by Megan. After careful consideration, he did not take action immediately. He first returned to Wayne Manor, changed into his own equipment, and informed the old butler before leaving.
As for Bruce? His backlog of documents at the company had reached a point where he had to deal with them. Seeing that he had to work overtime tonight, and even Bruce's schedule for tomorrow was filled with several meetings, Robin gloated over this misfortune. Of course, the biggest reason for his high spirits was that if Batman didn't go out, there would be no one to tell Robin to do this or that!
Even with Oracle and Pennywise watching, that wasn't on-site guidance. Even though Robin had been without Batman's watchful eye before, he was still eager to try.
He sat on top of the Batmobile, his hands on his sides, swinging his calves leisurely, and said to the old man next to him: "I don't think now is the best time to take action." If Batman was here, he would ask him to write a battle plan and make a rigorous analysis, instead of just saying "I think".
But Alfred is more tolerant towards these young people. After all, he even watched Batman grow up, and he watched one young person after another devote themselves to this cause. He has enough experience and enough tolerance to look at each of these enthusiastic children.
Batman is strict, so what does it have to do with him, the old butler?
In fact, he knew that Bruce's strict management of the children was because he didn't want to see tragedy happen again, like the red-haired vigilante who had been seriously injured. In addition to having his spine broken, Bruce had also suffered many serious injuries, leaving countless hideous scars on his body. This was a dangerous career. His strict requirements for them were a real care and love.
Having such a mentor ahead of them will help them explore the path, eliminate most of the dangerous traps, and organize their experience to teach them, which can help them avoid many detours and suffer fewer injuries.
Alfred looked at Robin gently and smiled slightly, "What are Master Jason's considerations?" He looked like he completely respected his decision. Sometimes children need such encouragement.
Robin tilted his head. Alfred was familiar with how he looked when he first came to Wayne Manor, a little reserved and nervous, but he couldn't hide his burgeoning wildness. Later, Alfred taught him etiquette personally and watched him become what he is now. Sometimes he would pretend to be an adult. He would not do this before he made friends, but as he said "Xiaomei" more and more, he also learned a lot of childish behavior.
Robin thought for a moment and then said, "Although the Riddler's arrangements have been partially exposed, based on the scene map sent back by B, it can be seen that the Riddler has invested a lot... I've read the files on him, and I'm sure he's set up a series of puzzles this time. I also have some intelligence here, and I've made a small discovery."
Megan gave him a blueprint that showed him where to draw question marks as a guide. Reverse reasoning could yield a lot of clues. Robin had already identified several places where the Riddler might have set traps, but the possibility that he was deliberately teasing a child could not be ruled out. You know, the criminals in Arkham always have some mental illnesses, and the Riddler's thinking logic is difficult to predict. What if he is really that bad?
Robin thought of Megan saying "beat him" and was planning something bad. "I plan to go see what he's doing tonight." Then he would trip him up a little, not destroying the Riddler's plan, but making sure he didn't do anything good. Or he could just show up in front of him and see if the Riddler would reveal some other flaws in a hurry.
Alfred spoke slowly, "If there is any emergency, I will inform the master in detail."
The young man raised his chin and snorted softly, saying something that sounded both reassuring and arrogant: "Just wait, Alfu, I definitely won't give you that chance. Let Bruce finish his backlog of company matters. The year-end report is coming up soon, and if the numbers aren't good, those old guys on the board will definitely have something to say."
Sometimes he followed Bruce to the company and would often see those guys with fake smiles and wrinkled faces. Of course, there were also middle-aged men who were eager to make progress, but their attitudes were just as artificial and annoying. He only got along a little with Lucius, at least they had a common topic - research on Batman's equipment.
After Robin finished speaking, he stood up and clapped his hands, ready to set off. The old butler had been watching him from behind. He had stopped in the Batcave and had seen them coming and going countless times, watching them practice their ideals, but he only hoped that they would be safe.
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