Chapter 158 Chapter 158 [VIP]
Megan looked up at the Riddler who said some nasty things and pretended to be indifferent. It was obvious that he didn't think it would be a big deal if the Joker really abused Megan. He had always been arrogant enough to think that everyone was equal and not as smart as him, so he would not pay too much attention to them. This was how he treated Megan.
The Riddler caught the thrown cane and waited for Megan's response. The child, seemingly offended, showed a displeased expression. She opened her mouth and said something infuriating to the Riddler, "I don't remember anything at all."
Riddler:.
Even though Megan was his pastime, he still felt a little unwilling. When he saw Megan walking away with Killer Croc, he chased after them and said in a slightly harsh tone, "No! You're a smart kid!" In other words, she was just not as smart as him.
He knew he had angered her, and he thought the tactics he used to manipulate her in the past were effective. It was just a compliment, and it didn't take much effort. But he found that children nowadays were difficult to deal with. Seeing that her path was blocked, Megan didn't even look at him and directly said to Killer Croc, "Wayren, hit him."
Moreover, this crocodile monster looked like it had been tamed. As soon as Megan finished speaking, he took a step forward and without any hesitation or holding back, swung his huge sharp claws at the Riddler. His movements were so swift that they even made a sound of breaking through the air, which immediately made the Riddler's face change. He also reacted quickly and dodged sideways.
The Riddler's expression changed completely, but his face held no meaning. His gaze darted between them, and then he let out a faint fake smile. His hypocritical expression was even more unconcerned than the Scarecrow's. He spoke briskly, "Well, if you think I've offended you, then I apologize—I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such malicious assumptions about the Joker. He's your good daddy."
This is an inherent skill of the people of Arkham, knowing the times and being able to bend and stretch, but the word "malice" in his words was emphasized, which highlighted a bit of irony.
He could still smile, and the smile on his face gradually became natural. He looked at them again and said, "Then Megan, regarding the mechanical knowledge you learned, let's test it next time." After saying that, he turned and left. After all, his jailbreak plan could not be delayed, especially because of a child like Megan. It was intolerable that his plan would fail because of a quarrel with her.
After the Riddler left cleanly, Killer Croc looked down at Megan, only to see that she wasn't too upset. She even raised her chin and snorted, "He's the worst person."
In the entire Arkham Asylum, he was the only one who, even after playing with Megan for quite a while, still couldn't become her friend. The Riddler was even more arrogant than the Scarecrow. Megan couldn't explain why, but she felt that rather than him playing with her, it was more like he was having fun on his own. When they played together, Megan was never the main character, he was the main character.
Megan suddenly recalled something and said without a word, "He said he was paranoid. He knew it a little bit, but he couldn't control it." That was what the Riddler had said to her a long time ago, and she still remembered it for some reason.
Killer Croc walked slowly down the road with her, his tail occasionally hitting the ground, making a rhythmic sound. His breathing was intentionally controlled, not too muffled but making his presence felt. He kind of understood what the child was saying, so he said, "So he's in Arkham Asylum."
Everyone who stays here is a patient. They all suffer from their own mental illness, and the symptoms of madness are different. Madmen cannot control themselves. If they can figure out the reasons that trap them, get out of the endless cycle that makes them repeat the same mistakes, and achieve true liberation on the psychological and spiritual levels and even in life, they will not be crazy and will not be here.
But in fact, these crazy people are walking on a Möbius strip that is connected from beginning to end.
He exhaled deeply. Was he on the Möbius strip? Killer Croc pondered the question for a moment, then decided it wasn't important.
Human psychology is a complicated thing. Some psychologists think that they are all crazy, but there is always a part of the crazy people who not only do not reject their madness, but also enjoy it. Only those who have residual influence of socialization and can occasionally distinguish between good and evil and right and wrong will be entangled.
Killer Croc wasn't that crazy. In fact, he was imprisoned in Arkham just for the convenience of management - otherwise he should be in Blackgate Prison, because he was involved in several murders and some upper-class people tried to pin charges on him, which led to him being sentenced to a long prison sentence. Blackgate Prison was full of common criminals. They thought that Killer Croc, with his terrifying appearance, was extremely threatening. Even the warden thought that a monster with terrifying power was difficult to manage, so everyone worked together to "exclude" him.
Anyway, there are other similar monsters in Arkham, so there should be some management experience.
Killer Croc watched coldly and occasionally participated in the affairs happening in Arkham. This prison could not keep him locked up forever, so he sometimes escaped from prison. Batman's attitude towards him was: as long as he didn't commit any crime or appear in front of others, he would be fine, but if he committed any crime or attracted widespread attention from the society, he would have to be imprisoned back in Arkham.
So he didn't quite understand some of the crazy people, he just knew that some of them were really crazy.
They went to the library together, but instead of reading, Megan ran to the open space behind the library to turn on the faucet. She loved playing like this, doing some meaningless things, watching the water rush out in the cold weather, watching it splash out small splashes, watching it splash into the pool, and soon a layer of water accumulated at the bottom of the pool.
Killer Croc was right next to her. Megan squatted on the ground and said, "It's singing—"
Silent, noisy, high, low, the rhythm was as high and low as the splashing water. She exhaled a long breath, as if they were in harmony for several beats.
But when Megan wanted to reach out to touch the water, Killer Croc pulled her hand back and said, "Be careful not to catch a cold." So she squatted for a while, turned on the faucet, greeted each of her tree friends, and returned to the clown after dinner.
Megan grabbed her father's neck from behind, stuck to him, and talked to herself: "It's great. I went to the library, looked at the water and the trees, and I seemed to look back at them." It's not that she looked back when she was about to leave, but that she stood in the present and suddenly looked back at the past, seeing the things in her memory, and they had not changed.
The clown was held by her neck, and the child didn't know how much strength to use. The blood vessels on the side of his neck were throbbing, but his expression remained calm. He said slowly: "...Do you like things that don't change?"
Megan thought for a moment and couldn't help but tilt her head, "I don't know? I just feel safe as long as they are here." Her words were full of childishness, and some of the meanings were strange, but they were not incomprehensible. At least the clown understood it. He laughed meaningfully, put his arms around her back, and gave her a caress that was not quite a hug.
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Before Megan went to school, Poison Ivy had already returned from her work. It was obvious that the subject she was interested in was going very smoothly, so much so that she was still smiling when she returned.
Coming in from the low- and medium-risk areas on the periphery, she looked like a beautiful woman who was slightly dangerous, but not necessarily powerful. However, when she stepped into the high-risk area, the prison guards following her all ran out as if avoiding snakes and scorpions. Almost at the same time, a dark brown vine stretched out from Poison Ivy's wrist and instantly grew into a striking 'little pet', with the flower buds at the end all opened wide. It was a fully mature carnivorous plant.
Poison Ivy was walking in Arkham's high-risk area with her little pet. She was originally going to return to her greenhouse, but she suddenly remembered something and asked an old friend within her sight, "Where's Megan? I don't think it's time for school to end for the holidays yet?"
Penguin stood on the other side, leaning on his cane. He frowned at her flamboyant and unbridled demeanor. "It seems you've gained quite a bit out there. As for Megan, you should look for her friends."
It sounded like she was not in the Joker's cell, but the Arkham High-Risk Zone was only this large, so Poison Ivy was not in a hurry. She just raised her eyebrows slightly, turned around and left.
Megan actually went to play with Mr. Freeze. She didn't bring any gifts, but went to Mr. Freeze's cryogenic laboratory to drink hot tea. When she came back, she had some more things in her pocket. Then, on the way, she saw a familiar vine and knew immediately that Poison Ivy had returned. She ran to the greenhouse and saw the woman leaning against the table. She immediately greeted her happily, "Pammy!"
Poison Ivy turned around and caught the child who ran to her side. Seeing that the child was wearing fluffy clothes and looked fluffy all over, her heart softened. She bent down and hugged her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Megan then rubbed against her and wanted to kiss her too. Then, with her eyes curved, she said to her, "Happy New Year, Pammy. I missed you."
They have always had a good relationship. When Poison Ivy picked her up, she saw that there was no rejection or shame on the child's face. She had been conscious for a year or two, but had not yet grown to the psychological state of ordinary adolescents. That was why she did not refuse to be held, but snuggled in Poison Ivy's arms more intimately and had never been estranged from her.
"I just got back from school on vacation, and Waylon said you weren't here." She was just speaking normally, but Poison Ivy kissed her cheek.
Megan was a little confused about the reason, but she liked to stick close to people and asked, "Do you miss me?"
Poison Ivy showed a look of pity on her face. She hugged Megan and lifted her up, "I missed you so much. I just came back from outside, so I asked where you were." Megan was a child she watched grow up, and she had taken care of her life with her own hands. Naturally, she was different to her.
"Go to Victor—not Zsasz, but Freeze. He said he has made some new achievements recently."
Poison Ivy vaguely understood what Mr. Freeze meant, and a flash of deep thought flashed across her brows. She led Megan to the table and sat down. The puppy-like vines swam over, closed their buds, and wrapped around Megan's wrist. She said, "Then someone will become restless again. They covet our technology, so there will definitely be twists and turns, but it will probably take some time to brew..."
The conspiracy did not take shape so quickly, but Mr. Freeze's new achievements could not be covered up. Even if he developed the technology just to save his wife, some jackals and tigers did not care about these things. They only saw the profits behind the new technology, so they tried every means to seize it. However, they insisted on covering themselves with a layer of skin and achieving their goals through roundabout ways. In the storm, only the interests of others were harmed, and those people would never be taught a lesson.
She raised her hand and touched Megan's hair, "Maybe he had achieved results earlier." It's just that the news was not revealed until now, but Mr. Freeze is not a stupid man, he must have some plans in his mind.
Even though Arkham might become unsafe later, it didn't affect the situation at this moment. Poison Ivy lowered her head and asked, "Want to play on the swing?"
Megan raised one hand high, "Yes!"
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