Chapter 140 Chapter 140 [VIP]
Megan touched Killer Croc's tail, which felt hard and cold, but she was satisfied. Then she followed Killer Croc. She knew who she was going to meet, but Poison Ivy was not in Arkham Asylum this New Year.
Killer Croc also told her, "Poison Ivy is not in Arkham."
Megan followed him, tilted her head and asked, "Why?" She also wanted to talk to Pam.
Killer Croc explained to her that not long ago a group of internationally renowned experts came to Gotham, gave Poison Ivy a psychological test, and said that she was mentally healthy. In fact, it was because an important research on plants had made no progress, so they took her away. Poison Ivy read the relevant information they brought and happened to be curious about the experiment. Or maybe they deliberately used the topic that Poison Ivy was interested in to impress her, so she agreed to go.
He explained it in detail, and Megan understood. She said "Oh" and recognized that this was the route to the cafeteria, but she didn't say anything. Although she still wanted to find Bain, it was already late. If Bain also came to the cafeteria to eat, they would meet.
Megan arrived at the cafeteria and was still deciding what to eat when she saw Scarecrow, whom she had only recently parted ways with. She was the one who took the initiative to greet him, but Scarecrow was somewhat indifferent. He remembered what Megan had said before she left: "The clown isn't angry with her, he's only angry with him." Such words were extremely unpleasant, and Scarecrow had to let Megan know, so he chose to give her the cold shoulder.
The child saw the gloomy expression on his face and raised his chin to show his pride. She was not the kind of person who would just hold back her temper. She walked over and hit the scarecrow with her head. The scarecrow had not seen her for a long time and she did not expect this to happen. Especially when she saw that Megan did not hit him badly, but instead took a small step back, she subconsciously reached out to support her.
The Scarecrow looked at his hands and laughed out of anger. He really wanted to question her upbringing, so he said sarcastically, "Is this what the clown taught you? When you're unhappy, you bump into people like a little bull?"
Megan didn't know the language traps or the rhythm of the conversation, but she was a domineering person. She simply ignored what Scarecrow said and pointed out the point, "You are deliberately ignoring me." So it was not her problem.
The two men stared at each other stubbornly for a moment, and finally, Scarecrow gave in. He knew how unreasonable the Clown was, and how this father and daughter were both unreasonable! He spread his hands and said, "Okay, I admit it's my fault. Can you please give way? I have to go get some food."
He knew that Megan's language expression was still lacking, and she spoke like this on purpose. He was bullying a child, but before he could smile, he saw Killer Croc standing behind Megan, casting a cold gaze at him. He felt again... Sure enough, Megan and the Joker were both his creditors.
The scarecrow took two steps back and said, "I see now that the space in the cafeteria is quite large. The design of the builders back then was great. It's definitely enough for me to walk sideways here, right?" Although there was still a hint of sarcasm in his tone, it had been restrained a lot. At least he no longer had the intention of deliberately bullying children.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked to the other side. But as he picked up his plate, the two-faced statue that had already sat down to eat not far away muttered to itself, "What a good show."
This is the usual atmosphere in Arkham. There is no camaraderie among inmates. Scarecrow was not going to give Two-Face any face. He also laughed, "Why is there a half-hearted guy here saying half the things? Isn't your other side going to come out and speak?" His sarcasm hit the sore spot, causing Two-Face's face to suddenly darken.
The victorious Scarecrow went to get some food, but little Megan followed Killer Croc and said "Wow", and his mood immediately turned sour... The little star in Arkham did it on purpose!
The cat's dislike for the dog was imitated by the clown exactly.
Megan didn't see Bane in the cafeteria, but she still had a lot of vacation time and was in no rush. She went back after dinner, and the clown was waiting for her.
In the always dark cell, he sat on a chair with his back to the door, eating a can of tuna in his hand. He picked up a piece with his fork and put it into his mouth. A smile was on his lips while he ate. His behavior was too exaggerated. Megan was curious about what he was eating, but when she got closer and smelled the unpleasant smell of the can, she silently moved away.
The Joker swallowed a piece of canned meat, turned his head slightly to look at Megan, and asked with a smile: "So I was wrong? Your relationship with Scarecrow is both good and bad?" This is a contradictory description. Obviously, even if he was not at the scene, he knew clearly what happened in the cafeteria. He controls Gotham and also controls Arkham Asylum.
Megan was lying on the side of the table in front of him. Because it was a long table, she was some distance away from him. The child was very proud and said as soon as she opened her mouth, "Dad, the scarecrow is fun."
Her father, his face shrouded in shadow and backlit, smiled and nodded in a serious manner. "So you like playing with them like this, treating them as your playmates, and you are the protagonist. But don't you remember what the Scarecrow did to you?"
"He chased you and scared you to tears. I still remember that grudge, but you've reconciled with him, right?"
So does the Joker really remember that vengeance? Didn't he teach him a lesson? He's actually worked with Scarecrow since then, so while the momentary conflict might not have mattered, it didn't stop him from questioning Megan.
Megan looked at the can on his desk, walked over and pushed the can away first, then said seriously: "Dad, I'm not fun."
The smile on the clown's face grew bigger. "Alas, it's not fun anymore after you become smart." He sighed and wanted to say something, but at this time Megan squeezed into his arms, raised her hands to hug his neck, buried her head in his neck, and was still as clingy as when she was a child, with no change at all.
"Then I am still Daddy's child. Daddy, you just praised me—"
Joker: "...You just like to hear nice things."
Megan:
There was nothing the Joker could do about the child, so he watched Megan turn on the light in his cell. He used to like dark atmospheres and could see perfectly well without much light, but Megan was still a child, and if she wasn't careful with the light, she might accidentally become nearsighted. The Joker didn't want her to wear glasses, like those boring nerdy people on the street.
Megan slammed her hand on the switch, not even trying hard. Her father could fix it if it broke anyway. She turned on the light and scurried into her darkroom, also slamming on the light. She still had some tidying up to do.
Although there is not much, I always feel busy.
The child ran around, took her tea set from the clown's table, and took a piece from the shelf. Her father asked, "What are you doing with my things?" What else did she want to do with it?
Megan: "Soaking with the little fish."
The clown stood at the doorway of the darkroom, watching her. He pointed his finger and said something rather comical, "Your plastic fish won't drown, but the screws will definitely rust and stain the water."
They really seemed to be performing a bland drama, and only the two actors who were improvising knew what it meant. If someone else had done it, it would have been like watching "Waiting for Godot", which was dull and tedious. Only the various speculations made by the extremely bored audience seemed to make some sense, but it was still boring.
Megan didn't think too much about it, but she had to reply to her father. After thinking about it, she said, "It and Xiaoyu are roommates, just like you and me."
The clown said an exaggerated 'Wow', "Are they related?"
“They are different from us.”
The boring drama ended here, and they stopped talking. When Megan opened the cabinet under the shelf, she found that the inside of the shelf had become a wardrobe, but the outside had not changed at all. Megan stuck her head in to take a look, and found a piece of clothing and took it out to look at it. She found that they were all clothes that suited her. This winter, she had a lot of new costumes bought by the clown.
Megan the bear couldn't control her emotions at all, she even jumped up and down for joy, then ran towards the clown to hug him, "I love daddy so much!" When Megan was unhappy, she bumped into people, and when she was happy, she rubbed her cheeks hard. She learned the behavior of her cat friend and knew that she had to express her likes and happiness.
The clown bent down, patted her head, and said bluntly: "You are my child, Megan."
Before going to bed at night, Megan asked the clown for something, "Dad, the night light isn't on." She didn't know if the battery of her night light was dead or broken, and it wasn't on at all.
What else could the clown do? He bent over the table, carefully examining the problem. He tried changing the batteries, but it still didn't work. He then disassembled the wiring, discovering a loose connection. "Ah, you're wasting my time on such a small matter," he sighed.
Nothing to do with romance
Megan lay beside him, resting her head on her arms on the table, shaking her head. It wasn't her who was doing the work, so of course she was very leisurely, but she would say sweet words, "It's parent-child time."
The clown fixed the wiring, and with a screwdriver in his hand, he put the night light shell back on. "You are really good at talking sweet words. If I had known you earlier, I would have brought you back earlier--"
"You will be even more eloquent than you are now."
Megan felt it was a little strange, but didn't delve into it. She said a little puzzled: "Dad, I knew you in Mom's belly?" Didn't he know her at that time?
She'd taken classes on society and family, and knew what a family was made up of: adults, children, and perhaps adopted children. But Megan leaned in to see her father's hair color and eyes, and even reached out to touch her own hair. Were they biological children? Even though the Joker had green hair now, and often did, Arthur had the same black, curly hair as hers, so Megan never doubted that she wasn't the Joker's biological child.
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