Chapter 17 Chapter 17
Killer Croc stared at his sharp claws that could easily tear the child in front of him into pieces, and might even pierce her palm if he was not careful.
He pulled his hand back and stuffed the coin back into Megan's pocket. When he picked it up, he recognized it as the coin of Two-Face. Naturally, he also thought that it was probably because the "good" side was thrown out, so Two-Face did not attack her.
The monster with a hideous and terrifying appearance was rejected and hated by others since he showed signs of atavism in his childhood. Later he became a wrestler, but this does not mean that he is not intelligent. On the contrary, he is rational and clear-headed. Now looking at Megan, he also sees the problem with this child.
Her soul was still dry and exhausted, and had only recovered a tiny bit of vitality, so that she was ignorant and had not yet truly awakened and arrived.
Killer Croc had seen Megan when she first arrived in Arkham. She looked the same then as she does now, but she was in two completely different mental states. The Joker had a piece of fun and he was training her. No one knew how long the Joker's interest in her would last. Maybe when he thought she was boring, he would simply "scrap" her.
The Joker is an unpredictable person. He is moody, with a distorted and confused consciousness. He enjoys causing bloodshed and death, and sometimes he even puts on a layer of disguised rationality, but in fact he also has wisdom far beyond that of ordinary people. Therefore, even in the huge prison of Arkham, he is feared by most mentally ill criminals.
Megan is getting better because the Joker has made adjustments to her. He needs to wake her up before he can continue with the new fun. Everyone knows that the Joker likes all kinds of new things, and he brought Megan into Arkham.
This is quite novel.
The madman would laugh about this, and for his amusement, he would drag all the criminals in Arkham's high-risk area into it - he shared his amusement, and anyone who wanted to could approach her, so did the others know?
They knew it all too well! He was raising a child, and he wanted others to raise it with him? Oh my god, this is crazy, but what is the truth? The truth is that from the moment he brought Megan into Arkham, brought her to them, no matter what Megan's future and her fate were, all of them were passively made accomplices of the Joker.
Because of this reason, no one wants to pay attention to her. Criminals who are not so crazy will feel pity for an innocent child. Those who are indifferent to the clown will not feel his fun. And those who hate the clown dare not attack Megan.
Killer Croc knew very well what Two-Face's purpose was in contacting Megan. He swung his tail in annoyance, but suddenly saw the child standing in front of him walk behind him, squat down, and start touching the scales on his tail again.
The tip of his tail, which was swinging back and forth, just rose up and fell to the ground again, but it must have touched the child's hand. He lifted her sideways and stared at her with his vertical pupils for a long time, then fell on her hand. There was just a red spot there, and there was no sign of fracture at all. No emotion could be seen on that almost completely bestial face. In the end, he carefully let her sit on his palm.
Killer Croc knew that she didn't like looking up at people or making eye contact with them, but now he lifted her up steadily so that their eyes were finally level. Megan didn't avoid it, and she was even a little curious.
Megan's perception was very dull, but she also made a subconscious choice. She touched the scales on the edge of her palm, curious about him, and slowly reached out her hand -
Because she was fearless and opened her arms, it felt like an unconditional hug.
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After dinner, when Megan returned to the Joker's cell, she not only had coins in her pocket, but also a dark green scale.
As usual, she would stick to the clown's legs as soon as she got back, as if to gain a sense of security. The clown was not interested in her day. You know, she had been recuperating in his cell for more than a week, which had annoyed him. It was not until he kicked her out today that he felt much more relaxed.
The clumsy child pressed close to him, and the clown felt it was just a hindrance, but considering that she was relatively quiet and obedient, he didn't get angry about it. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her away.
In the gap between his work, the clown looked down and saw her eyes. He suddenly became interested. He put down what he was holding, smiled and touched her hair, and said in a gentle and persuasive tone, "Who did you play with today? Megan, you have a new partner, right?"
There was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, but it was definitely not a good thing. However, Megan was the dumb kid who matched him best. Maybe she wasn't dumb?
She was just chasing death, and was picked up by the clown. After that, she adjusted her remaining consciousness bit by bit. The clown gave her an illusion, making her directly link him with death, so she was obedient and snuggled up to him. She was originally like this -
But not now. She regained some consciousness and began to observe the environment. Then the closed world expanded and she perceived more things.
The clown's smile grew wider, and seriousness and inquiry appeared on his face. He squatted down, holding Megan's face in his hands, and asked gently, "Do you mind showing me what you've got?"
So Megan showed him her coin and scales, and the clown laughed and patted her on the shoulder.
"Okay, I get it. You're welcome. You have new friends."
When he stood up, his purple windbreaker that was hanging down to the ground was pulled up again. There was some dust and impurities on the hem, but the clown didn't care. He said casually: "Don't throw away the garbage you picked up. Take it back to your dark room." He didn't want to see those things in his cell.
Megan stayed by his legs for a while, then obediently returned to the darkroom. Her desk had broken legs and was smashed by her before, but now it was a bigger table that the Joker had dragged back from somewhere. In addition, she also had an iron bed, and opposite the bed was a tall shelf against the wall, which was cluttered with some of the Joker's collections and contraband from Arkham, and its quality was better.
She walked to the shelf and after a long moment, she finally looked up and down, trying to find a place to put her things. Finally, she squatted down, opened a narrow, flat compartment, and put the coins and scales in it.
Then she had nothing to do, but she was not sleepy yet, and she raised her hands high in the light and saw her shadow being cast, which was all her pleasure.
As for washing and hygiene, there is a private bathroom next to the Joker's cell, and she will wash her face and brush her teeth by herself.
When it was time for her to go to bed, the Joker would come in, pull her into bed and turn off the lights. Although she had some mental problems, she always slept well. This was different from the Joker who was always anxious and insomniac because of his games and "new ideas", so he was a little bad-tempered every night.
This night was no exception. As soon as the clown entered the darkroom, he saw a child fall on her butt. This made him raise an eyebrow and walk over to pull her up from the ground. "Remember what I said, don't climb high."
But Megan looked up at him. In front of her was a wooden box on the ground. It was obvious that she was standing on it to reach something. The clown glanced at the shelf. He might have almost forgotten what he had put on it. He said to Megan in a dull tone, "Can you stop worrying me?" He was too lazy to even lose his temper.
Megan obediently took off her shoes and went to bed, with the quilt covering her, leaving only her fair and tender face exposed.
The clown looked at her slightly squinted eyes under the light, walked to the door of the darkroom, turned off the light for her, and said casually: "Good night, I wish you a good dream, Megan."
The door closed and everything was quiet except for Megan's own breathing. She still had her eyes open, perhaps not thinking about anything. Gradually, sleepiness came and her eyelids drooped.
Megan was protected by Killer Croc in Arkham, but her treatment before and after was actually no different. Most criminals ignored this child who was out of place in Arkham. They neither provoked nor pleased the clown, and therefore refused to approach him.
Only Scarecrow tirelessly provoked, but usually no one paid any attention to him. Killer Croc could make him retreat just by shocking him. As for the previously agitated Mad Hatter, he was taken back by the prison guards and put in solitary confinement and couldn't get out yet.
This situation continued until Poison Ivy voluntarily returned to Arkham. With her abilities and means, she lived a leisurely and comfortable life in Arkham, just like returning home.
On the first day back, she discovered that there was a little mouse here... In fact, she didn't have such a bad impression of children. Even though some of them were born bad, noisy, and would maliciously destroy plants, most children were ignorant and some were very cute. The one she met was obviously the latter.
Seeing Killer Croc walking with her in the corridor, she went over and picked up the child, her eyes moving, but the smile on her face was more sincere. She saw the child's empty eyes and kissed her cheek lovingly.
"Dear Waylon, you wouldn't mind telling me about her?"
The red-haired woman spoke coquettishly, but she was a well-known and veritable poisonous beauty. She even came back voluntarily this time, so her treatment was certainly much better than if she was forcibly brought back. No one knew how many toxins she had hidden in her body, or perhaps the toxins she possessed were enough to be feared.
There is basically no conflict between Killer Croc and Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy likes plants, and that feeling has even reached an extreme level, but that range does not include underground moss for the time being. She prefers plants that grow on the surface in the sunlight.
He sensed that she held no ill will towards Megan, so he replied, "The clown brought it in."
There was a pause in his voice, “Meghan, her name is Megan.”
Hearing something different in his tone, Poison Ivy looked at the crocodile monster in surprise, but her eyes turned to Megan with even more tenderness and pity. She kissed her temples and whispered, "Good girl."
As for whether she belongs to the Joker? She can move freely in Arkham, that must be the Joker's permission, and she won't be polite -
Who told her to like this child?
Poison Ivy has a charming and beautiful appearance, but her nature and the power contained in her body are completely different. She is confident and strong. She said that if she liked the child, she would take her away immediately and bring her to her greenhouse. She is a frequent visitor to Arkham. In order to stabilize her, both the high-level politicians outside and Batman have made certain compromises with her.
So she had a greenhouse in addition to the cell where she didn't live all the time, which could almost be considered a botanical garden.
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