Chapter 155 Chapter 155 [VIP]
Two-Face looked at the child lying on the clown's shoulder. She had just cried and her eyes were still red. She took the coin from him and carefully put her hand back. But it was obvious that her mood had improved a little. She just didn't look at him much, not even out of the corner of her eye. But he knew that it was not because half of his face was ugly and scary.
He was the first person in Arkham to recognize her. At first, Megan did not show fear or rejection towards his half face. It was because he did not like such a weak and vulnerable child. He turned a blind eye to her plight, even though they were all in Arkham. Besides, she was the Joker's joke.
He had thought that this child would soon be eliminated and destroyed by the Joker, but this was not the case. She changed the Joker and even spread his influence within Arkham. His old friends all turned their attention to her and did some incredible things, as if they had softened because of her, but when they escaped from prison and continued to commit crimes, they had not changed at all.
Two-Face has been paying attention to this phenomenon for a long time, but unfortunately, after he tried to indirectly target the Joker through Megan, she rarely appeared in Arkham, and he was unable to take care of himself for a long time.
As for Megan's residence and identity outside Arkham that he later discovered, Two-Face knew about it, but he did not act rashly again and chose to endure and lie dormant.
Today, Scarecrow had told him that the Clown was going to teach Megan a lesson. He was genuinely curious about this, so he waited for them on their way back to the cell. Seeing the child crying in grievance proved that Scarecrow's words were not groundless. But was it really that the Clown had taught Megan a lesson? He didn't think it was possible.
Megan is a helpless child. If she was really treated badly by the clown, she would never be relying on the clown's arms like this. She would be more painful and show her despair completely, but not now.
He raised a hand to place it on Megan's head, but the Joker turned and looked at him with those eyes that were clearly full of interest, but chilling.
The clown was thoughtful for a moment. He had guessed and expected that the Scarecrow would make a move, but it was obviously impossible to say that Two-Face was a fool who could not see the problem. So he said in an exaggerated tone: "I have known for a long time that you all have ill intentions towards my fun, and you-"
The leather-gloved hand that had been caressing Megan's back was now resting on Two-Face's shoulder. With a child between them, the clown had to tilt his head sideways, but this gesture did not imply friendliness. However, Two-Face's posture remained relaxed, with the same generous and gentle smile he had when he was a prosecutor.
"It's just a suggestion, Joker," Two-Face interrupted him, and he had another question: "When will you give up on her?"
The clown raised his eyebrows high, but the wrinkles between his eyebrows and eyes became deeper and deeper. His face was so pale, and because of his exaggerated expression, it looked... like a fake face that had been implanted. As for his true appearance? This evil and terrifying person, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the embodiment of the devil on earth.
He patted Two-Face's shoulder, and said in a high but ambiguous tone, "We are old friends, but my dear Harvey," he changed the subject.
"She is not an inheritance."
The Two-Face Man was unmoved by what he heard, but he saw Megan move. She raised her head from the clown's neck, looked at him with moist eyes, and whispered, "I am my father's child." Well, the clown declared his sovereignty on the spot, and his child signed and stamped it for him.
The only person who was the protagonist but didn't understand what was going on was Megan. The Joker was amused by her and took his hand off Two-Face's shoulder. He was about to take Megan away when he heard Two-Face's voice behind him.
"I hope you can always be patient, but be careful not to let this burden drag you into the abyss." What is the abyss? Death is the abyss, failure is the abyss, and indulging in this kind of hypocritical relationship is undoubtedly the biggest abyss for people like them.
Two-Face still doesn't like this child, but he has to remind the Joker not to keep up this family game for too long, because who knows when he will get carried away and make the wrong choice. Megan is not fun to play, and her only special thing is that she exists only because of the Joker. It is not worth the effort at all.
It's unrealistic to try to achieve anything with a 'toy'.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the clown guessed that nothing good would come out of his mouth. As they walked, he raised his hands to press Megan's head back into the crook of his neck and covered her ears. He didn't let go until they walked out of the passage. Megan raised her face and looked at him in confusion. He said, "What did you hear? Don't say you believe it all. It's not good."
Megan sat on her father's arm, holding his neck, still looking aggrieved and pitiful, but this time she was willing to look at him. However, she did not speak, breathing gently, and turned her eyes to other places, but she could not focus.
The clown stared at her for a long time, and then he didn't care what the child was thinking. He took her back to the cell first. He turned on the light when he entered, and the room was no longer dark. When he wanted to put Megan down, she refused to let go and hung on him like a koala.
But what could he do? Seeing Megan hugging his neck tightly, with her feet dangling in the air, he could only bend down and let Megan's feet touch the ground. But she was still unwilling to let go, so he maintained this awkward position, one hand falling on the back of Megan's head, rubbing it soothingly.
"What’s wrong with you?"
He was patient enough today to reason with her tirelessly: "You should understand that - if you don't say anything, then no one will know what you want."
Meghan didn't know what was wrong with her, and she burst into tears again, "Dad, I don't know, I feel so bad."
The clown squatted down, put his arm around her, and then tried to pull her away and succeeded. He asked Megan to raise her head and look at him, and said in a tone that was no longer exaggerated and without any meaning:
"...You were once a clockwork puppet, child. It was my fault for not properly programming your chip."
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze roaming over Megan's face. It was impossible to tell what emotions or thoughts he had. After a long while, he picked Megan up again and sat her on the only chair in the cell. He took a few tissues from the table and patiently and carefully wiped the tears from her face. In such a quiet atmosphere, Megan's fluctuating emotions calmed down little by little, and finally she became a little confused.
"Dad, I don't like to cry." Megan defended herself at this time, but she frowned, obviously she really thought so.
Yes, she doesn't like to cry, but the clown has seen her crying so many times that he always makes himself look embarrassed and pitiful. He pinched her cheeks and sighed, "Yes, my crybaby daughter said she doesn't like to cry." What a funny joke.
Megan opened her mouth to retort, but she swallowed her words in the end. Her chaotic thoughts hadn't been sorted out in her mind yet, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. Suddenly, she remembered the key point of her father's words, "Chip program?"
The child couldn't help but look down at herself and pinched her wrist. Is she really a robot?
The Joker was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't bear to see her like this anymore, "Oh, Megan, that's just a metaphor. Everything about you is based on the core procedures and medications I gave you. Without them, you are nothing."
Megan: “How come I don’t know?”
Of course she doesn't know! She's just playing dumb!
When she was still a clockwork puppet, the Joker hadn't implanted much in her. Firstly, her brain wasn't strong enough to understand, and secondly, he hadn't thought about keeping her for so long! Back then, the crude operating system, with its database loading, processor development, and constant maintenance and patching, made it impossible to find her program and modify it. Perhaps he could forcefully do it directly, but that would damage her consciousness, and the consequences would be unpredictable...
The clown pinched her cheek and said, "You are my beloved child."
Megan was immediately coaxed and happy, "Dad! I love you the most, too." Her eyes sparkled as she said what she really thought.
Then her father would do his own thing and let her go wash her face, but the happy little bear came back and kept circling around him, making trouble, making noise and trouble. Watching him fill the bullet with some powdery substance, Megan leaned on the table with her jaw and said, "Dad, dying is easy."
No one knew what was going on in her head. The clown turned a deaf ear to her and ignored her. But when he saw Megan was about to touch him again, he raised his arms high and taunted her, "You haven't died in three years."
Megan didn't feel like she was being mocked. Since she couldn't grab the clown's arm, she grabbed the tail of his suit and started to argue seriously, "Dad, this is all thanks to you."
The clown originally felt sorry for her, but now he had had enough of the mischievous kid. He threw all the bullets and the bag of powder scattered on the table into the drawer, took off his leather gloves and threw them away, and then picked up the child who realized that he was angry, but she felt that she was not wrong, so she didn't run away. He pulled the corners of his mouth grimly, revealing a hint of malice.
"Then I'll let you die now."
Megan: "Dad, lie to the kid."
She smiled with her eyes curved, "Harvey, I am your beloved child. There is no one in the world who loves me more than my dad." She seemed to have embraced a lot of love, and felt happy and satisfied for it. She didn't take the bad words said by the two-faced man to heart at all.
So what had she figured out? Something clicked in her head, and she remembered that her father had raised her, not to let her die. So she hugged the clown and leaned on him, her arms always wide open, open to everyone without reservation. She had nothing, but she could express herself honestly.
The Joker stared at her. They both had green eyes, but the meaning in their eyes was completely different. He was crazy, twisted, and cruel, but what about this child? She had a pair of eyes rarely seen in Gotham, pure and flawless, full of vitality and tenderness - how ridiculous, he raised a child like this.
He chuckled deeply, "Oh my God, please stop saying such corny things."
Megan didn't get the response she wanted from him, so she tilted her head and hit him with her head, then ran away angrily, but she came back when she reached the door of the dark room and kicked the leg of the chair where the clown was sitting.
Joker: "You were out for two days, and this is all you learned?"
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"She is not an inheritance."
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