Chapter 145 Chapter 145 [VIP]
Megan reached out her hand to him, her voice small and sobbing, "Daddy, hold me." She hugged the clown and tried to climb onto him like a koala, trying to pull hard with both hands. However, the wound on the palm of her hand had not healed completely. With a little force, the edge tore slightly, and blood flowed out again.
The clown glanced at her movements, the terrifying smile on his face growing bigger and bigger, but he felt sorry for the child. He sighed and picked her up, letting Megan bury her head in the crook of his neck and patting her back.
"Alas, you just act like a spoiled child when you do something wrong." He should have gotten used to it long ago, but when he saw something that made him unhappy happen, he couldn't help but teach her a lesson. In the end, he didn't get any results at all. According to the child's temper, he had to make him compromise.
The clown picked her up with one hand and let her sit on his arm, while with the other hand he pulled her injured palm to look at it. He had already seen that the wound was only serious in appearance, but he still pretended to look at it for a while and told her: "It's not a big deal, Megan, it's just a little blood. Don't cry so pitifully, okay? As if you were seriously injured." After saying that, he sneered impatiently.
Megan was not an obedient child. She was frightened today, so she turned sideways and hugged his neck again. She refused to get up from his arms and was crying slowly. She didn't stop crying on the way back. After walking out of the passage, they went directly into the deepest high-risk area of Arkham Asylum. Many people saw the father and daughter on the road.
We knew early on that Megan had disappeared. She must have been sent out through the Joker's secret passage, but she came back unexpectedly today. This little star of Arkham was injured. Her clothes were stained with rust, dust and blood, and there was a hideous wound on her hanging palm, but her face was buried and could not be seen. She was probably sad and aggrieved.
It makes people wonder, the clown raised his child well in the past, so how come an accident suddenly happened?
Many people in Akham were concerned about this father and daughter, and the news spread quickly, but Megan's friends didn't take action immediately. The child was injured and definitely needed her father's comfort. As for whether the clown would comfort and console her, they had no doubt about it.
It is known that Megan left Arkham a few days ago, so she must have encountered something outside. It is unlikely that the Joker suddenly caught her and beat her up, and then carried her back with the same intimate attitude.
The Joker carried Megan and returned to the cell as if no one was around. He put Megan down on the ground as soon as he entered the room and pushed her into the house with a sigh, "Don't stick to me anymore, kid. You don't need me to introduce this place to you again, right? Go sit on the chair." He turned around and turned on the light in the cell, and also found a medicine box from a pile of miscellaneous items.
The Joker himself can see in the dark without light, but little Megan can't. If she is not allowed to see the steps of treating the wound, she may think that she is being treated perfunctorily and then lose her temper. The Joker knows her too well, so he just thinks this is just a small matter and he just needs to show obedience.
"Why do you have to put yourself in danger?" This is the important thing!
The surface of the medicine box was rusty, but when the box was opened, it was found that the contents were still new. The clown poured out all the contents of the medicine box and sat directly on the box. Of course, the height was lower than the chair under Megan. For once, his line of sight was lower than Megan's.
He opened the iodine bottle cap and tore off a piece of cotton cloth in his hand, but did not move. Instead, he raised his eyelids to look at Megan. Seeing that there seemed to be a little panic on her face, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth to make his smile bigger. "This is not a difficult question to answer, Megan, you just need to tell the truth."
Megan, sitting on the chair, lowered her eyes slightly. When she looked at him, her expression was always serious and focused. Her face was still a mess, but no one cared about it now. Tears fell from her already red eyes. She didn't know how to express it, but she felt that the water that had been weighing on her had overflowed a lot, and it seemed that she became lighter.
"Dad, I'm so weird."
The pills she took every day blocked her perception and kept out all the pain, but sometimes they would seep in a little, and over time, they became more and more, making her head very confused, telling her thoughts and ideas that she would not normally have. They were also very noisy and kept pouring out, and she could not block them out no matter what.
A soul that is blinded from its true perception will go crazy. Even if the child appears normal on the surface and expresses herself normally in daily life, she is still "sick", controlling her mind and enslaving her body, causing everything to deteriorate.
Megan was also still dazed, her back slightly bent, her usual spirit lost. She had no idea what kind of response she would get from the Joker, and she didn't think about anything. The invisible current surged, leaving her staring at her own reflection in a daze. The water flowing past her was so vast and powerful that she felt as if she were retreating...
Maybe she would see a door when she looked back, and when she returned to that door, she would still be a child of the stars, and would be able to return to the original and safest embrace.
When the whispers and random thoughts in her mind faded away, she knew that it was the barrier that once protected her heart and soul. As long as she went back, she would no longer feel fear and anxiety.
But Megan didn't believe in things that she couldn't figure out. She stretched out her uninjured hand to the clown, not knowing what kind of response she would get. She curled her lips and looked aggrieved. After shouting "Dad" again, her eyes were blank. She saw the clown put down the things in his hand, then grabbed her outstretched hand and held it in his palm.
"After acting like a spoiled child, you've learned to act pitiful," he said in a complaining tone, squeezing her hand a little harder, and immediately regaining Megan's scattered attention. He had maintained this smile since he received Megan, and it had hardly fallen. The corners of his scarlet mouth were raised high, and he had something else to say: "Okay, why is it strange? I know why you are strange-"
"You were right to ask me for help. If you had asked me for help earlier and told me that your brain was not working, you would definitely not have ended up in this situation."
"Why, do you like getting hurt? Do you have to bleed to learn a lesson? Otherwise, you won't listen at all?"
The clown laughed out loud, unable to contain his laughter. She was not in the right mind. How could this be an excuse for her? No, not only could it not be an excuse, but it also angered him.
His property was damaged outside, but he couldn't find a culprit to blame or retaliate against, and he had to continue to carefully protect her. How could this be justified? The clown lowered his head and no longer met Megan's gaze. He let out a strange laugh and after a long while asked the child, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"
Megan stared at his drooping head, then slowly leaned over, lifted the hand that was still held by the clown, and gently touched the clown's pale and hideous face, with her palm completely touching it. However, he seemed to have no body temperature, his skin was cold, and the touch she felt in return was also very strange.
She may have realized her mistake and felt a little regretful. There was a low, rapid sound in her voice. This was what happened when she cried too much. She would feel a little short of oxygen and had to breathe rapidly to relieve it. She stroked the clown's face with one hand, and as her body slid down from the chair, she squeezed directly into the clown's arms.
"Dad, when I fell I only thought of you, but you weren't there."
This incident scared Megan.
She still wanted to be a good kid and stay with the clown. The clown was about to push her away, but when he heard this, he paused for a moment. He tilted his head, grinning, and asked, "Are you still blaming me for not being here when you were in danger?" This child was more than just overbearing! She was also completely unreasonable!
The clown laughed at her, and the vibration from his chest was transmitted to Megan who was leaning on his arms. She had originally buried her head in his neck, but suddenly she rubbed her head against the clown's cheek. How dependent her posture was at this time!
"Dad, I miss you so much," Megan said.
"Love you too."
"Oh my god," the clown sighed and rubbed her cheek in return, then reached out and pushed her back, "Are you done with your nice words? Do you want to treat the wound?"
This father and daughter sometimes liked to leave things unsaid, leaving everyone guessing what they meant. Now the clown pulled her injured hand over and used gauze dipped in iodine to clean the blood and the cracked blood scabs on the edges. He worked quickly, not even looking up from his work, and asked, "Good girl, tell me who saved you?"
The Joker had already received the news from his men, but he just liked these boring topics, or rather, Megan liked these boring topics. She just wanted to be cared for and to be loved by him. She was addicted to this trap and was unable to escape from beginning to end.
Her performance was limited at the beginning, but now it is getting more and more exciting, but it also brings more trouble. The clown couldn't help but sigh when he thought about it.
Who would be willing to take care of a child? But the child had only been away for a few days when she did something big and came back, as if she would die if I didn't watch her. Sigh, if I had known earlier, I shouldn't have raised her to be like this.
He seemed to be really troubled by this matter, and suddenly he heard Megan speak slowly: "Dad, Deathstroke asked you to transfer the money to him."
The Joker was silent, but he didn't stop moving his hands. After completing the iodine disinfection, he threw away the soiled gauze and pulled off a new piece. Only then did he look up at Megan and said in an exaggerated tone: "Oh! Are you going to owe me money out there like this?" His tone was very impatient. After all, who has the patience to face a hateful and shameful sunk cost?
Look at his possessions, his pleasures—
Now I can increase my own value!
"But what lesson did you learn?" asked the clown in confusion.
Megan stopped crying when she came out of his arms. Now, when he looked at her, she shook her legs slightly, a smile appeared on her bruised face, and she raised her slightly painful hand, "Dad, it's dangerous."
Wounds, pain and bleeding are dangers, and Megan's clear green eyes shine like they are under the lights, and she says, "It's different from you." She likes to be close to danger, but she never told the difference between them and clowns, but now she knows.
"Dad, those dangers are not you."
The author has something to say:
This is not good, this development is not good, the ugly dad lost everything in the end——
In fact, the original idea for this article was "Grumpy Megan", who would grow up to have a bad temper that was flammable, explosive, and prone to madness, and she even wrote fragments for her friends. However, just as I started writing the outline, she became what she is now.
But one main point remains unchanged (arms on hips): Megan is definitely the Joker's comeuppance, he deserves it!! (Isn't it really a reward? / crossed out)
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