Chapter 147 Chapter 147 [VIP]
After Megan's hair was dried, she took some cold medicine. As for her wet clothes? That's not unfounded.
The Penguin gloomily opened the package he had placed in the corner of the cell. Inside was the clothes he had custom-made for Megan, brand new and already washed. After giving them to Megan, the three of them waited at the door, waiting for Megan to change her clothes.
Ultimately, their efforts were effective, preventing the vulnerable children from falling ill. However, few secrets remained within Arkham's critical care unit. Upon Megan's return to the Joker's cell, he greeted her with, "Oh, my child, I heard you played a new game today? A winter water fight?" Who wouldn't say they were having fun? Everyone was amazed!
Megan, accustomed to her father's mood swings and odd tone, walked over to him and showed him her loose, super-fluffy curly hair.
She was a fluffy child, her cheeks framed by black hair, she looked even younger, "Daddy, Os, blow dry my hair."
The other child's father was very good at blow-drying hair, and a smile appeared on his face. However, the clown looked thoughtful, as if he had thought of something. After coming to his senses, he asked, "Do you like Penguin very much?"
"Oss played with me, and I even had afternoon tea at his place." Megan had already gone around to his other side, looking for a mirror among his miscellaneous items. After finally finding one, she picked it up and found that the mirror was completely broken and still falling apart. It was obvious that the mirror had been painted with red paint before it broke.
She stretched out a finger and carefully pressed it on a red-painted lens, not knowing what it meant.
Joker: "Why are you rummaging through my things? I remember there was a mirror in your bedroom." He looked at Megan's actions in disbelief. He could never understand her!
Who knows what was going on in Megan's mind? She was used to doing meaningless things. She took her hand back and threw the mirror away. "Dad, do you have any other toys?"
The clown had plenty of toys, of course, but what was one Megan hadn't seen? He pulled a toy denture from a desk drawer and threw it over. Megan wanted to catch it, but after seeing what was thrown, she put her hands behind her back and watched it fall to the ground at her feet. It had a built-in mechanism that quickly closed, opened, and bounced when it felt pressure.
The ugly thing made a 'click, click' sound on the ground. When Megan stepped on it, it was still moving. It was a long time before she felt that the thing had stopped moving, but when she lifted her foot, it 'click, click' again.
Megan stared at it carefully for a long moment, then opened her mouth and said to her father, "What an ugly toy."
This kind of thing was neither fun nor meaningful, and most importantly, it was ugly. Megan always liked to collect clown merchandise, but she really didn't want the denture toy. She looked away and silently ignored it. She turned around and was about to return to her darkroom when she heard the clown say, "Alas, you don't understand the atmosphere of comedy..."
Not only did Megan not understand, she accidentally kicked the denture toy when she left. Anyway, she walked with her head held high, so she didn't see it.
The Joker was not surprised by her behavior. After all, Megan had been rummaging through his things from the very beginning and had no respect for his authority. It would be strange if she changed her attitude one day!
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The wound on Megan's hand healed quickly. After all, the medicine that Deathstroke gave her was very good. The abrasions on her arm also healed and disappeared quickly. Maybe there were other factors involved, but it didn't matter. In the end, only some traces of the impact were left. She couldn't see them herself, but she could see the skin there in the mirror. The initial purple gradually faded and turned yellow.
It had only been a few days, and Megan was still playing in Arkham, with no intention of leaving. It just so happened that the Joker had a new plan for her—
Since adopting her, the clown has found many playmates and teachers for her, but she doesn't seem to have achieved any results in training, which makes him very distressed. So he suddenly has an idea to teach this child himself. She will be grateful and touched, right?
So on the third day after Megan came back from her injury, the Joker urged Megan to get up, wash up and have breakfast early in the morning, and then took her away. On the way, Megan couldn't stop looking around. Logically, she had explored Arkham's high-risk areas quite well, but after walking only a section of the road that she was vaguely familiar with, she had no idea about the road ahead.
Megan tried hard to move her short legs, but her mouth was still idle, "Dad, where are we going?" She was about 1.3 meters tall, and even though she was working hard to exercise and grow taller, she was already shorter than the average height of her peers. The contrast was even more obvious when she stood with her father. If the clown held Megan's collar like he did when they first went out, it would be no different from carrying a sack.
Her father took two steps with one step, even appearing to be at ease. He curled his lips and said, "Oh, my dear child, I invite you to join my game!"
It sounded like they were going to do some parent-child activity soon, but Megan stared at the hem of his clothes and said, "I think you're saying something unpleasant." She used to be a slow-witted child, but when she was around the weirdos in Arkham, she would sometimes develop some intuition, like when someone wanted to do something bad to her.
Now the Joker seemed to be planning to do something bad, but Megan treated him differently from others. She still followed him and saw the Joker standing in front of a door. She pushed it gently and walked in.
Megan walked in, only to find it dimly lit. No lights were on, and a little light came in from several skylights high on the side walls. While she was still observing the environment, the clown slammed the door shut and grabbed her hand. In his other hand, he held a baseball bat, bent down, and said to her, "Want to play this game? Megan, you have to be careful—"
The clown's tone was exceptionally low and meaningful, with a hint of interest in his confused eyes. He straightened up and suddenly moved, swinging the stick in his hand at Megan.
The child was hit, but did not react violently. She looked at the soft baseball bat and tilted her head in confusion, "It's made of cotton." So this is just a game?
"Wow," the man said with an exaggerated tone, but the hypocrisy and dullness could not be concealed. "What do you think? You think I'm going to beat you up here just because you disobeyed me earlier?" To be honest, he really wanted to, but wasn't this child too fragile? She had just cried to him a few days ago. If he provoked her again, her mental state would be in jeopardy.
He didn't want to take care of the child before, but now it seems that if he doesn't restrain her, she will completely turn to others. She is his child. If she learns to be naughty like Robin, will she also learn to seek death like other criminals in Arkham?
He sighed and said, "Okay, okay, it's special training. You learned to charge like a calf, but you're not flexible at all."
So they had this special training for fun.
The clown weighed the cotton swab in his hand. He was dissatisfied with its texture and weight, but it was the only one he could find. His expression gradually became more ferocious, and his green eyes became more cloudy and sinister in the dim light. "Think of it as hide-and-seek, kid."
When he swung the bat again, Megan knew to run, but her steps were a beat slower, and the cotton bat hit her ankle, causing her to trip. However, she didn't feel much pain when she fell. She touched it with her hand and found a layer of foam mat on the ground, which was a complete reflection of the clown's leniency to her.
The clown had already caught up with her, squatting beside her and said slowly: "You died once, and I will count it."
They played like this for half an hour, one chasing the other. Megan didn't know how many times she got hit. She couldn't run fast enough, and she couldn't dodge in time. Even though she could tell what the clown was going to do from the way he raised his hands, her reaction speed was slow, and the clown would change his movements mid-sentence, chopping, slashing, and stabbing at will.
"Hide and seek is no fun!" Megan yelled angrily at her dad.
The Joker turned a deaf ear. He looked tall and thin, a brainpower type of criminal, but sometimes some things had to be done by him personally, right? So he learned a lot of skills, and his physical fitness and martial arts were not bad. He suppressed his temper and played with Megan, but she was still impatient!
The cotton swab in his hand was completely deformed. He casually threw it to the ground and walked over to Megan, touching her head tenderly. "If it's not fun, what can we do? What if you encounter greater danger when I'm not around? Do you hope that others will save you and hope for luck to come?"
"Haha, if you're in danger and can't handle it, or if you just yell 'Superman' and look for your good friend Robin, then I'll laugh at you."
There was a deep meaning hidden between his wrinkled brows. He reached out and lifted Megan's chin. Seeing the vitality in her eyes and her unhappy look, he laughed out loud, "Don't pin your hopes on anyone."
Megan shook her head to break free from his hand, then bumped into the clown. She was tired, but she still had the strength to hit someone. Then she raised her hands to hug him and asked sullenly, "Dad, won't you come and save me?"
The Joker condoned her actions and said slowly: "...Megan, I've saved you too many times." He meant that she should not push her too far.
Megan simply clung to him and refused to let go, while the clown patted her shoulder and picked up the child. Half an hour seemed not a long time, but Megan's usual exercise was not so intense, and she spent more time on meditation. Even when running and boxing, she only used slow movements without setting high standards.
On the way back, Megan dozed off and fell asleep in a short while. The Joker held her in his arms and walked through the corridor of Arkham's high-risk area, deliberately lowering his footsteps. After returning, he stuffed a newly made pill into Megan's mouth while she was sleeping soundly.
Megan's injury wasn't serious at all, and the Joker didn't kick her out again just for this. He had to readjust the formula of the medicine to observe the user's reaction and condition. Even taking her to 'special training' today was to observe the effect of the medicine on Megan's nerves after intense exercise.
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