Chapter 146 Chapter 146 [VIP]
"You're really good at making excuses for yourself." This was the only thing the Joker said in response, and he shrugged his shoulders after saying it.
Megan watched him bandage her injured hand. The clown wore dark leather gloves, which were relatively thick, but his movements were still flexible. He also tied a plump and cute bow on the back of her hand. She just remembered the food but not the beating. Her mood improved from then on, and she still doesn't know why she is happy.
Her hand was bandaged, but she still had other problems. She turned sideways to show the clown her scraped arm, "Dad, here too."
The Joker glanced at her with a displeased expression and said in a strange tone, "Did you break your brain?" He watched Megan act out a family scene for him and asked him to join in. Now he was squatting on the ground, his arms draped over his knees and stretched out, his head slightly tilted, and asked in genuine confusion, "You're clearly injured on the other side of your body?"
It is possible that the child's body was numb from the pain and he only remembered the scratch, but forgot to look down to see where he was hurt.
Megan looked down, letting out a surprised "Oh!" before turning her other arm to show him. She wanted to see it herself, but the thick, furry winter clothes she was wearing obscured her view. She tried to reach out and pry, but her hand had just been bandaged. She hadn't felt any pain before, but now it felt like every movement of her palm was tearing at the torn skin...
Before she could move, the clown grabbed her hand forcefully, making her unable to move at all. Seeing the pain on Megan's face, he became extremely impatient and said, "It seems like you haven't learned any lesson at all."
The clown let go of his hand only after he saw Megan stopped moving. He stood beside her and used his fingers to push aside the torn fabric. He found that her inner clothes were not torn at all. There were only a few scattered tiny bloodstains, but no big bleeding wounds. She was just hit hard. However, under such a violent impact, even through the clothes, serious abrasions could be caused. He directly took the scissors from the side and cut off most of the sleeve in a few strokes. He found that there were indeed abrasions on Megan's arm.
An area of skin on the outside of her arm was rubbed blood red, but since it wasn't an abrasion that had damaged the dermis, it wasn't that serious. Judging from the slightly coagulated blood beads and the lack of fluid and swelling, it wouldn't be a big problem if left untreated.
Compared to this minor scratch, what really matters is whether the bones are injured!
The clown was now doing the work of a doctor, and his leather gloves were his protective gloves. He pinched Megan's arm directly. It was obvious that the bones inside were not injured, but he found purple marks on the back of her arm. There was bruises, but they would disappear with time. He just hurt the child and hit him with his head.
The Joker reached out and pressed his hand against her forehead, saying in an ambiguous tone, "The human body is very fragile, Megan. Death is a very easy thing. You know that."
She used to chase death. Even though she couldn't remember much of the past after regaining consciousness, what about the voice in her heart? She subconsciously knew she was seeking death!
Megan snorted at him unhappily, then she said, "Dad, my mind is so confused. They want me to go back and do dangerous things, but they also say this is not allowed and that is not allowed, and they don't want pain."
To possess her, the Joker had cunningly implanted a core mechanism in her, linking himself to danger and causing Megan's yearning for death to transform into dependence and closeness to him. Later, he gradually awakened her consciousness, allowing her to perceive the outside world, and forcefully broke through the barrier to bring her out, while using drugs to control her condition...
She was carefully cared for, so she did not reach the point of mental breakdown. It seemed that her mental state stabilized as time passed, but in fact all her problems were not solved. She was just blinded and protected by the barrier set up for her by the clown. Once she stopped taking the medicine, she would soon be overwhelmed by more intense pain and return to her original state even more passively.
The Joker hasn't thought about returning her to the factory or restoring her to the original settings yet!
"Oh, kid, it turns out you still have the self-rescue consciousness in your head. This is really rare." He said sarcastically, holding a bottle of saline in his hand, and as usual, he cleaned Megan's wound and then disinfected it. Strictly speaking, her injury did not even require gauze, but the clown still wrapped her with a thin layer to prevent her from scratching and causing infection.
His temper was almost uncontrollable now. Confusion appeared in his strange green eyes, and his tone became even more vicious. "Megan, you should know that I let you live, not let you die."
He had raised her with great difficulty, so what did she want to do? She wanted to sink on her own initiative? This was impossible.
Megan keenly noticed the clown's emotional changes. She looked up and saw that he was grinning with his gums even showing at the back. There was no happiness in his ferocious and frowning brows anymore. She pretended to be a good girl again, "Dad, you can't bear to leave me." Look at this child, she understood again!
The Joker couldn't help laughing, and chuckled as he said, "You're right. I'll adjust the medication for you."
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Megan's injury needs to be healed. During these days, first of all, the wound on her palm cannot be exposed to water, and then it is a bit difficult to lift the other arm. The Joker didn't want to do small things for her like washing her face and brushing her teeth, but she can do it by herself. It's just that washing her hair has become difficult. Fortunately, she has many friends.
Poison Ivy's work won't be over anytime soon, and she hasn't been sent back to Arkham yet, but who says you have to have female friends? There are plenty of handy people here!
Megan went straight to the Scarecrow and said, "Jonathan, don't you know how to wash your hair?"
The Scarecrow was confused on the spot: "What are you talking about?" When he saw Megan's hair loose, and every curly hair told him a certain intention, the usual hypocritical expression on his face slowly collapsed.
"You wanted me? To wash your hair? Where's your dad?" This was unbelievable, outrageous to the extreme. Scarecrow couldn't help but ask three questions in a row, but in the end he couldn't stand Megan's gaze and raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, I know there's no normal person in your family. You all have this weird, self-righteous way of thinking."
He admitted defeat, but he still refused to let it go. He kept rambling on, while mentally researching how to wash the little girl's hair. This was really a troublesome thing. Specifically, he tried to operate it carefully and rigorously, but he always made mistakes in the process, resulting in the child's face and body being soaked. But he didn't do it on purpose, because he was in the same situation himself, or even worse -
He forgot to change his clothes before washing Megan's hair, which resulted in water getting into his leather shoes, his trouser legs getting completely wet, and his sleeves and chest getting wet. He couldn't help but pull his cuffs and squeeze out a handful of water.
Two people who were soaking wet stood at the door of the public bathroom and looked at each other.
Before they set out, someone in Arkham's High Danger Zone had noticed this unusual team. Didn't Scarecrow severely offend Megan and the Joker? Why did the relationship between this adult and child seem so good now?
When the scarecrow left wet footprints along the way, and there was a child following him who was also wet, someone understood -
The Scarecrow was avenging himself, and he chose such a lowly, despicable way to do it. He first tricked the child into going with him, and then what did he do? Play a water fight with the child in winter? This was simply vile and despicable.
They hadn't gone far when they encountered Killer Croc. Scarecrow, seeing the crocodile monster for the first time, actually breathed a sigh of relief and complained to him, "If you don't come soon, the child will cry." He thought he had found someone to take over, but when Megan sneezed behind him, he seemed to realize something was wrong...
Turning his head to look at Killer Croc's cold pupils staring down at him, he couldn't help but gasp, "Wait, Waylon, you don't think I did this on purpose, do you?"
"I, deliberately taking revenge on this child?" Is that even possible? He might be just offering up this troublesome child, but revenge against her for bullying her? What kind of brainless idiot would think that?
Scarecrow tried to show his justice, but the thing he had always ignored and abandoned when committing crimes was obviously not going to favor him. Killer Croc let out a muffled and huge cry from his nose, which was already an obvious expression of his attitude. Scarecrow's face changed slightly. He didn't want to take the blame that didn't belong to him, and he wanted to argue, "Listen! Crocodile, this kid came to me on his own..."
But Killer Croc didn't give him the chance. He swung his thick and powerful tail at him. Scarecrow dodged it in a panic, but he also moved away from the child behind him. Killer Croc stretched out his claws and picked up Megan.
The child was completely soaked. When she was fished out, she was rubbing her nose because she wanted to sneeze and it felt sore and uncomfortable. Killer Croc knew how fragile the child's body was, and he saw that the gauze bandaged on her palm was also soaked. He didn't want to argue with Scarecrow at all, so he turned and left.
The Scarecrow's angry voice came from behind: "F*ck! I knew your brain was about the same as your amygdala! Instead of blaming me, why not ask that child first..."
Killer Croc looked at Megan, who was sitting on his arm. Her head was completely soaked, and the water had even seeped into her collar. She no longer looked plush and fluffy. Her curly black hair was stuck to her temples, and her pale, wet cheeks made her look very pitiful. She rolled her eyes and said, "I'll find Jonathan and ask him to help wash my hair."
She still hadn't felt the slightest bit of guilt. Her tone rose slightly, proving she wasn't affected at all. This made the Scarecrow's expression change slightly. Wasn't his reputation just a reputation? Didn't he need to apologize for being misunderstood?
Killer Croc listened to Megan's explanation and realized something from her expression. He turned around and breathed at Scarecrow again. Even though he didn't apologize, Scarecrow's expression looked a little better. After all, the feeling of being targeted was gone.
He followed Killer Croc, but found that they were not going to the Joker's cell, but...
Heading towards Penguin's cell?
Scarecrow was once again baffled. He'd jokingly called Megan 'Arkham's Little Star,' but how could she truly be so popular in Arkham, with so many devoted fans? Incredulous, he followed the Penguin to his cell, where the cunning, sly fat man glanced at them. Clearly having been tipped off, he'd actually let the door open.
The Penguin pulled out a clean towel from the cabinet and threw it on Megan's head. His small eyes, oppressed by the fat around him, stared at the Scarecrow and said gloomily, "Dry her hair."
The Scarecrow asked, "No way? You've all been bewitched by this child?" So Megan really didn't have the blood of a legendary creature? He was referring to the succubus.
The Penguin Man's temper grew even more irritable and impatient upon hearing his question. He slammed the tip of his umbrella into the ground, his expression fierce enough to look like he was ready to kill anyone in the next second. "Don't make me say that again, Jonathan."
Scarecrow, threatened several times today, lost his temper. He took a towel and began to wipe Megan's hair. Unfortunately, his delicate hands, used to working with lab equipment, were helpless against this situation. It was easier for him to mix fear gas than this! Annoyed, he let go of Megan's hand and stood aside. When Penguin asked again, he smiled hypocritically and said, "Just look at me. I'm a victim too."
Everyone is soaked, why is this child so precious?
He stood aside with his arms folded, watching, and saw the Penguin impatiently rolled up his sleeves and actually took action himself. He cursed "waste" and threw away the towel used by the Scarecrow. He pulled out a brand new one, held the handkerchief in both hands, covered Megan's head with his backhand, and then wiped her hair carefully from the top to the end.
The Scarecrow then remembered...the Penguin Man had his own wife and son, so it was not surprising that he would take care of people.
As for why Killer Croc didn't take the initiative, his sharp claws weren't suited for such delicate work.
The author has something to say:
Killer Croc (knowing that the Joker has limited patience and doesn't like to take care of children) (takes him away) (looks at Scarecrow: You're done)
Scarecrow: Is this my fault? Don't love me too much, don't be too outrageous.
Penguin (already knew the news) (Is he still trying to make this child sick after learning from the past?) (Impatiently starts)
The three men looked at each other, and only Megan seemed the most relaxed: A-choo!
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