Chapter 159 Chapter 159 [VIP]
Arkham Asylum will become unsafe, but only for Megan. The "residents" here have long been accustomed to it and even look forward to the chaos. They can also take advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters and achieve some ulterior motives.
Poison Ivy played with Megan for a whole day. When it was time to part, the vine wrapped around the child's wrist was still reluctant to let go. Plants have a keen perception that humans have never discovered. It likes this big friend who can coexist well with it, and also likes her emotions. Megan reached out and touched it, and the vine twisted up.
The red-haired woman looked down at her two little babies, bent down and hugged them together in her arms, kissing one and then the other. When she lowered her brows, her usual ruthlessness was almost gone, and even the 'fatal kiss' did not exert its power.
"Okay, you two will have another chance to meet. Don't be so clingy, okay?" She smiled gently, watching Megan wave goodbye to her. The short figure disappeared after turning the corner, but she did not return to the greenhouse. She turned and walked towards another passage. As she walked forward, the vines surrounding her seemed to gradually shrink and disappear.
When Megan went back, she chose a route she didn't often take. On the way, she passed by the Mad Hatter's cell. He was locked inside with his head down, muttering something, when suddenly she heard unfamiliar footsteps outside.
You have to know that except for a few individual guys - such as himself, the rest of the mentally ill criminals imprisoned in Arkham's high-risk area have the physique of normal adults or even larger monsters. They have been imprisoned here. When they are not hiding outside, they don't need to lower their presence or control their footsteps, so their movements outside the cell can be heard clearly.
The Mad Hatter was not so willing to pay attention to his fellow inmates, but after all, they had been in Arkham together for so long that they were already familiar with each other. So he heard the unusual footsteps outside, jumped up from his chair, ran to the door and opened it. He looked down at the child who was not much shorter than him, and his expression changed several times.
There were still some scars on his ugly face, his eye sockets were black, and half of his face was swollen. He said, "I'm sorry for what I did to you last time and for saying those bad words—"
"But that's no reason for you to let the clown beat me up and damage my books and props!"
The Mad Hatter was already extremely angry. The first time he escaped from prison and met Megan, he was quickly defeated by Robin and sent back to Arkham Asylum. The second time he took her to escape from prison, but who knew that bad things happened again. His plot was thwarted by Batman, and the mind controller he had hidden was also damaged, and he didn't have time to make a new one.
And when he returned to Arkham, who knew there was a madman waiting for him there! The Mad Hatter was beaten by the Clown and used all kinds of vicious words to curse him, but the Clown didn't care. He was not angry at all. Even when the Mad Hatter said "Your child doesn't like you at all", he was unmoved and still beat him, but he hit him harder.
He stood at the door of the cell, furious but not physically active. He simply said, "Did you see the wound on my face? He got mad and hit me the other day for no apparent reason!"
The Mad Hatter suspected the Joker had long disliked him. As for how much he loved his child? Not really. At most, he'd just found a reason to beat him up. But as the craziest guy in Arkham, did he really need to justify his actions? Since there was no need, the Joker just made up a random excuse to taunt him while beating him up. He'd figured it all out!
It was he who took Megan out, but he let her go the next day. Although he had considerations and knew that her mental state was not good, he deliberately let her go to avoid going crazy, but he didn't pay attention to what happened after she left. If anything happened to Megan, the first person the Joker would go to would be him. Now Megan is back safely, and the Joker only beat him up a few times, which is considered good. If he took out the laughing gas...
He didn't want to try the laughing gas himself. No one in Arkham liked that stuff, especially the Joker's laughing gas, which was more terrifying than the Scarecrow's fear gas and could damage the brain nerves more, causing irreversible damage. This was intolerable to the Mad Hatter. Everything he had depended on his brain. If his brain was gone one day, it would be like the sky falling.
Megan looked at the Mad Hatter going crazy there, and after a while she said "Oh" blankly under his gaze. She was pretending to be stupid, but the Mad Hatter didn't know. He only saw the child's stupid look, and immediately lost the intention to complain to her. He turned around and closed the door.
Megan looked at the closed door and started kicking. She had wanted to kick the Mad Hatter but hadn't hit him, but now she could kick the door. She kicked and left without hearing the Mad Hatter behind her, also kicking the door and shouting, "Even you've changed! Little Alice, you weren't so annoying before!"
"You've all learned bad things from the clown!"
The ventriloquist passed by his door and overheard the Mad Hatter's complaints. He finally said slowly, "If she doesn't learn from the clown, who else can she learn from?"
The Mad Hatter opened the door, pulled out a dagger from behind him, and said grimly and cruelly: "Shut up, you funny, stupid guy." Not only did he threaten the ventriloquist, he also tore off the socks on his hands and stepped on them directly. Then he wiped his hands in disgust. The ventriloquist seemed to have suffered a great blow and wanted to resist but he didn't have the courage, so he turned and ran away.
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As the opening date of Gotham High School approached, Megan was sent out of Arkham by the Joker, and this time he accompanied Megan to the club where Richard Long was.
He was wearing a long dark purple trench coat and walked at a leisurely pace. Megan didn't hold his hand. When she arrived at the door of the club, she pushed the door open and went in. The clown followed. When they saw Richard, they high-fived each other.
The clown was unmoved and said bluntly: "She wants to change the way she exercises. Richard, you arrange it."
Richard was not annoyed by his tone, but just looked at him for a moment longer, then turned his gaze to the child in front of him. She looked no different from years ago, and because she was not very interested in their conversation, she wanted to leave. Richard suddenly attacked, but he did not use his full strength. He just tried to restrain his strength, and found that Megan was startled and her steps were a little messy, but she dodged it narrowly.
Megan ran away immediately. Richard looked at the Joker. He really didn't understand this father and daughter. When the Joker first brought her here, he said that it would be enough just to make her healthier, but now, it was obvious that he wanted her to undergo special training?
What made the Joker change his mind? Or was it Megan's own will?
As if knowing his doubts, Megan walked back and looked up at him and said, "Dad is worried that I will get hurt." Because there are many dangers and injuries in the world, and because Megan didn't want to learn how to use weapons, her father wanted to train her so that she could avoid or escape when encountering danger.
As for why she didn't learn how to fight back? Megan was still young, and her training had to take into account her physical and mental problems. No training could be achieved overnight. At worst, she could take it slowly, finishing one course and starting a new one.
Megan is not a disobedient child. She takes her studies very seriously and never slacks off. She is willing to learn as long as she is not opposed to it.
The Joker had already considered this. When he heard Megan speak, his usual forced smile remained unchanged, making it hard to tell how he felt about those childish words. However, he nodded in agreement with Megan's words, "She needs to learn some self-defense skills, but she doesn't need to be taught firearms."
Richard didn't delve into the issue and smiled tolerantly, "She agreed herself, so I have no problem with that."
The clown came with Megan, as if he was only there to give the teacher feedback on the child's learning problems. He left after he finished speaking. After he left, Richard squatted down and asked Megan: "Did you keep exercising and practicing boxing during the holidays?"
Megan nodded affirmatively, and then demonstrated her punches and kicks in a methodical and forceful manner. Although her movements were still a little stiff, it was an improvement compared to years ago. Seeing that she was still diligent and good-tempered even when she was with the Joker, it also indirectly showed that the Joker still had patience with her, so he felt relieved.
After practicing boxing, I still meditate.
Half an hour later they all opened their eyes, still sitting cross-legged on the ground. Richard asked her, "The Joker told you to change your way of training, but you have to know that different people have different talents and the results that can be achieved are also different." Her talent is such that even if she puts in a lot of effort, she cannot become a good fighter, so she can only choose to further her studies in a certain area.
Just like he suggested Megan practice boxing, but her boxing was destined to not be a tool for fighting and killing. It could only strengthen her physique, making her meridians and internal organs stronger and less susceptible to injury and illness, but it could not change the more fundamental things, especially -
From what he observed, Megan's character was not suited to struggle.
She is an ignorant child who does not know how to hurt others. She will not deliberately step on ants, snails, etc. she sees on the road. She has a strong curiosity about the world. Her inner world is not perfect. It seems peaceful on the surface, but there is a huge cave in the deepest part. Many things need to be filled in before there is hope of it being filled up... It takes countless kindness, love and hope to stop her soul from losing and stop suffering.
She cannot bear too heavy a burden. Once the external pressure is too great, her consciousness will begin to collapse and shrink, and she must be carefully protected.
Seeing Megan nod in confusion, Richard reached out and touched the top of her fluffy hair. He gently withdrew his hand and continued, "If you don't learn how to use weapons and take the initiative to attack, you will only be able to passively accept. Eventually, you will lose your initiative in the frequent and tiring responses, and you may even lose something because of it."
"Do you know what it means?"
Megan shook her head. She didn't really care about this question. She just listened quietly to Richard. He had a slight smile on his face and didn't criticize her or try to change her mind. "It means you're not suitable for martial arts. It means you're weak."
"The world generally believes that those who cannot pick up weapons and dare not attack are weak, but Megan, there is another path for you—"
"If you choose to be introverted here, you will need to work even harder to find the things you are determined to achieve in your heart. Use them to temper your heart and body, and turn them into your edgeless armor!"
Richard lowered his eyes and looked at the child seriously. "You will have to work harder. This is more difficult than training and polishing your body. Do you choose this path?" He asked sincerely, trying to clear her confusion and see if she had a tenacious heart.
As Megan listened to him, she felt as if she were back in the omnipresent water flow, which completely submerged her head, causing her to see invisible ripples in the images of everything in the outside world. She was also swaying slightly, but this time her senses were not so suffocated and stuffy, and she only felt cool.
She felt like she might have understood something, but she didn't quite understand it. She tilted her head and asked, "Does that mean I also want to have a career?"
Richard smiled beneath his golden beard, "You have to ask your heart."
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