Chapter 156 Chapter 156 [VIP]
Megan cried for unknown reasons, but after she recovered, she still had to participate in the Joker's special training to improve her reflexes. As for why she wasn't taught physical skills and weapon handling, the former was because Megan's muscle strength wasn't up to par. Furthermore, just a reflex training exercise had already made her cry. If the task was made more demanding, it would have a greater impact on her mental state. As for the latter...
Her special training would have to wait a few days before she could resume her regular training. She had to leave time to relax. Another training session was over. Megan sat on the ground, cradling a stuffed animal in her arms. She was no longer as stressed as she had been after the second special training session. The clown stood nearby, glanced at her, and said, "Someone just did well."
Megan suddenly stood up. Since there was a sponge mat on the ground, she leaned back directly. However, she didn't see that there were several ping-pong balls and badmintons behind her. If she felt pain when they hit her, she might get angry again. The clown stretched out his legs for her to lean on his legs. Megan said "Huh", turned around and found the problem.
"Dad is fine!" She was still in high spirits.
This change was entirely due to the Joker's 'involvement' in her training. Even if the launcher and prop recovery procedures had already been set, the Joker only had to stand in the corner and watch, but if he gave a voice prompt or deliberately did something bad to distract Megan, her condition would be much better. The Joker mastered this skill, which led to him never missing Megan's training.
The Joker chuckled at her kind words. He pondered and asked, "Do you still want to learn how to shoot?"
"You should know that I'm talking about a real gun. The bullets it fires are real, the kind that can kill people. It's not a toy gun." He added slowly, and saw that Megan's movement to speak had stopped. She felt embarrassed by the question. The little child's eyebrows and eyes showed a little bit of unhappiness, which was enough to prove her displeasure.
Megan leaned on his legs and said after a long time: "No!" She still spoke in a fierce tone, as if he was begging her to learn how to use a gun to kill people, but this thing also has the function of protecting herself!
He didn't think Megan hadn't thought of this, so he asked with interest, "If you don't learn to use a gun, then what are you going to learn? When you encounter a crisis, your short arms and legs are useless. How can you protect yourself without a weapon? Do you want people to pity you by crying?"
The clown was almost laughing at himself as he spoke. He bent down and pinched Megan's cheek. He had recently developed a new hobby like this. He waited patiently for Megan's answer. She let go of the doll in her arms and supported herself on the ground with her arms, but she had no intention of getting up. After thinking for a while, she said, "Daddy, I have the seed that Pami gave me."
Poison Ivy gave her a protective seed. Once it's infused with nutrients, it grows instantly and becomes a loyal knight capable of protecting Megan. She also senses something, and it's still around her neck! Not to mention the item the Penguin gave her, but she doesn't keep it with her. She keeps it as a collection.
Megan couldn't imagine what crisis she would face. Are there really bad people in the world? Worse than the Scarecrow, the Mad Hatter, and Two-Face?
She was puzzled by this question and asked her father, the clown:?
She had forgotten she was in Arkham, nearly harmed by Victor Zsasz, and that outside of Arkham, it was the Joker and her friends who protected her, solving many of her problems, both openly and covertly. Otherwise, if she were frightened and hurt by others, how could she dare to go out and walk the streets again? But now, it seemed that he had protected her too well?
This is just a ton of fun!
From Megan's perspective, her father was laughing for inexplicable reasons again, but he was always like this. She couldn't figure it out, so she grabbed a ping-pong ball and threw it directly forward. However, due to the sponge mat on the ground, it didn't bounce at all and only rolled forward a short distance after landing.
Megan had rested and stopped leaning on her father's lap. She stood up and told her father, "Gotta put them all away."
The more the clown devoted his time and energy to her, the more troublesome he found this child to be. Her needs seemed simple, but those were just life needs. As for her spiritual needs, she greedily wanted to get more, constantly grabbing from him, just to fill her empty and dead heart. She must be recognized by him, but what can she give back?
She had nothing, not even herself, after all, and in the end all she had to offer was that ridiculous, pathetic bit of love.
Megan had already started picking up the dolls on the ground and held two or three in her arms. When she looked up, she saw the clown standing there motionless, so she ran over and pulled his clothes.
The clown was pulled by her to follow and sighed pretentiously, "Oh, you turned your training into our parent-child activity?" It was originally training for her, and he thought that he could let go in the future and just set time and goals for her, but instead he spent more time and energy on it.
Megan thought about it, said 'hmm' and nodded.
The clown bent down to pick up a doll, and immediately became impatient and wanted to kick it, which was much more efficient than bending down to pick it up. However, Megan next to him stared at him with sharp eyes, as if she would be annoyed if he moved.
The angry little bear had no deterrent power and could only cry, yell, punch and kick people. However, under her gaze, the clown had no choice but to bend down and pick up the things on the ground one by one.
After a training session in front of him, Megan was held by the hand and refused to leave the training room. When he asked her, she started talking about her own meaningless and illogical words, "Dad, they hit me, they are all bad, but we are familiar with each other."
So what if she was familiar with them? Could these dolls, ping-pong balls, and badminton balls come alive, talk and play with her, and act out a Toy Story? If she really thought that, she would be going crazy!
Megan said stubbornly: I know them, so we are friends.
She has grown up, but she still has strange thinking logic. She knows clearly that these things are not alive, but she thinks that she is friends with them. It's just that these friends respond silently, and only she knows what kind of response they gave her.
She had an extraordinary perception. In the world that gradually opened up after her condition improved, she did not feel any "bad" except for the pain isolated by pills and closed behind barriers. As a result, her self-awareness was still naive and childish, and there was almost no sign of growing up and maturing.
The Joker believes that there was something wrong with the core and operating mechanism he implanted in her, but her later life environment also played a part! It is definitely not just the influence of one aspect.
He didn't know how many times he had accompanied Megan to pack up the things in the training room and put them into their respective storage slots, and then they walked out hand in hand.
On the way back, Megan suddenly remembered something and looked up at the clown and said, "Dad, can I learn how to make acid flowers?" The clown was about to mock her again when he heard her say, "It can be hung on my schoolbag."
Hang an acid flower on your schoolbag as a harmless and inconspicuous little pendant?
This is really a great idea. The Joker laughed. He didn't refuse, but squinted his eyes and said: "...Then you have to wait for a while, and then I will have time to teach you." But now they are obviously in Arkham, but Megan looked at her father and finally didn't say anything.
After today's training, Megan will no longer have special training in Arkham because she is about to start school. If there are bruises on her body, it will be considered abuse. But those are mostly caused by her accidentally bumping into things. No one beats her here!
So she went back to the Joker's cell to get some rest. She got up early the next morning, went to the cafeteria to have breakfast and then strolled around Arkham's high-risk area. She ran to find Killer Croc and just as she walked down the stairs of the water dungeon, she saw a tall and terrifying crocodile monster walking out of the dark, damp and cold passage. He stopped her, stretched out his sharp claws and Megan raised her hand to grab him.
The two walked out of the passage together, and Killer Croc said in a deep but calm voice: "There is a theory in Arkham that you were abused by the Joker." But he knew that this was not the case.
Megan couldn't help but tilt her head, and raised her free hand to touch the end of her hair. She was also curious about this argument, "Dad didn't abuse me?"
They were chatting casually on the way, preparing to go to the library, and met the Riddler on the way. He was wearing a top hat and a well-tailored suit, and it seemed that he had made some preparations - yes, preparations that anyone with a discerning eye could see, but in Arkham, even if there was no cellmate relationship between these mentally ill criminals, they would not actively engage in reporting on each other. At most, they would ask for cooperation. As for who would be able to escape from prison in the end, it all depended on their personal abilities.
The Riddler held his question mark cane in one hand and raised the other hand to wave at them in a friendly manner. When he got closer, he looked down at Megan and said something offensive: "I heard that the Joker hit you? Where did he hit you? Did he use those vicious torture methods on you?"
Megan didn't look like she'd been beaten, and Scarecrow's instigating gesture, Two-Face's stealthy movements, and Killer Croc's current attitude all told him that wasn't the case at all, but...
The Riddler threw down the cane in his hand. The Joker might not have physically abused the child, but one of the Joker's famous methods was brainwashing. Megan was the child he raised, so he should be familiar with her mental state, so brainwashing could be carried out on her easily and smoothly. In fact, he always felt that the Joker would use Megan as a trump card.
- Even though she looks weak and harmless, and I heard that she found a teacher outside to teach her how to exercise, her exercise is really just exercise, without any trace of training. Especially when she acted innocent in Arkham, but this may all be a trick of the Joker.
As for what the Joker wanted to do with her, the Riddler also had some guesses. After all, he knew some little secrets about Megan.
After shaking his cane, he smiled and said to Megan, "Where are you going? By the way, Megan, do you still remember the method I taught you to crack the mechanism last year?"
Whatever the Joker's purpose is, it doesn't stop him from being a teacher, right?
The author has something to say:
Megan, who was too well protected by the Joker: Are there really bad people in this world?
clown:?
It was Ugly Dad's turn to be puzzled.
Then! Jinjiang has a new feature! They can update extra chapters during the serialization period. I already have an idea (hands on hips). It's the movie-watching style everyone wants. However, I'm not very good at writing movie-watching style, so I should probably write it in a diary style (?) and put Jason's diary into the main world, like that.
The first extra chapter should be updated in two days, but the updates will not be very frequent, as it involves some of the later plots.
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