Chapter 204 [Extra] Diverse Travel · XII [Extra]
Since the Joker invited Megan to play, he must have made sure that there was no danger. Otherwise, the child he had carefully raised would be completely "lost" by throwing him into a meaningless risk. How could he do such a thing?
Megan looked in the direction behind the street corner, then looked up at the clown again and asked slowly, "Dad, is that Waylon?" She could sometimes guess what the clown was planning because it was about herself, because she knew how her father would treat her.
The man with a sinister smile and a cruel demeanor laughed. Deep wrinkles formed between his brows, and no one could tell what he was thinking. But he treated Megan differently. He acted a bit exaggerated, "Oh my god, you're such a smart kid! You guessed it right, but it's a shame there's no reward."
"So, are you busy?" He often couldn't take Megan with him because of what he had to do, and she knew it herself. She took two steps forward, turned around and said to the clown, "Then remember to pick me up early."
After saying goodbye to her father, Megan didn't turn the corner. Instead, she peered behind the lamppost at the corner. But how could the thin lamppost hide her? She looked for a long time without seeing anyone, so she squatted down and rubbed her cheek. Suddenly, she heard a muffled voice from above and to the side, "Who are you? Why are you here?"
The Killer Croc in this universe is as terrifying in appearance as Megan's good friend. He is extremely tall, with hard scales all over his body. The two strong arms hanging at his sides and the sharp claws at the end can easily break through all obstacles and tear them into pieces.
He blew out a thunderous air from his nose, which turned into a large cloud of white mist. A pair of vertical pupils above his head, like those of a cold-blooded animal, stared down at Megan condescendingly, vaguely revealing a sense of scrutiny, but without revealing any intention of attack. They even maintained a safe distance between them - meaning that if the child wanted to run, she would definitely have the opportunity, and Killer Croc might not catch up.
Megan squatted on the ground and looked up at him. This Killer Croc didn't know her and his attitude was completely unfamiliar, but he was not that bad either. He had an imperceptible concern for the strange child and tried to figure out if she needed help.
Killer Croc stared at her. She squatted on the ground with her hands on her cheeks. Her black curly hair was fluffy and a tuft of hair fell between her eyebrows, making her look even more childish. Her emerald green eyes were still bright even in the dim environment.
She was too young. Even if she was a few years older, she was still a child. The innocence in her eyes and eyebrows was out of place in Gotham. She looked extremely vulnerable. But when she saw such a strange person, she didn't panic or get scared. Instead, she answered obediently: "I'm Megan. I'm waiting for my dad to pick me up."
But who would abandon a child on the street, especially on such a chaotic night?
The crocodile said in a deep voice, "It's not safe here. You need to find another place to stay." It sounded like he was trying to get rid of them, but his next words followed immediately, "Do you have somewhere to go? I'll take you there. If not..."
Megan: “Then should I follow you?”
Then Killer Croc was followed by a small tail. She walked slowly, but occasionally trotted, chasing the tail that swept back and forth with his steps, as if playing. She was not afraid, but on the contrary enjoyed herself. When passing a fast food restaurant, she stopped and looked over there, "I want hot milk tea, do you want anything?"
Killer Croc didn't want to answer at first, but Megan looked at him, and without knowing what she was thinking, she pushed the door and walked into the fast food restaurant. She soon came back with two cups of hot milk tea and handed one to him quite naturally. He was silent for a moment, and saw Megan's eyes shining, as if they would break up if he didn't take it.
So he took the milk tea from her hand, and her originally stubborn and angry expression softened immediately.
This is a very outgoing child, and his attitude towards him is too normal.
However, Killer Croc was not overly suspicious or vigilant. He took the child named Megan and bypassed most of the surveillance cameras along the way to avoid being discovered. In order to avoid being discovered, he was mainly wary of his group of crazy inmates, but he must have passed by several cameras produced by Batman. The meaning he wanted to convey to the other party was already very clear.
Finally they arrived at one of his houses, not the sewer, because it could only be used as a temporary shelter and was not suitable for ordinary children to live in, so he remembered this property and let her rest here.
It was already late at night, and growing children needed plenty of sleep. Before leaving, Killer Croc checked the doors and windows of the house and the fire safety, confirming that there were no hidden dangers before leaving. However, when he reached the door, Megan chased him out and asked, "Thank you, sir. What's your name?"
Killer Croc remained silent. He was just being kind and taking in a child. His reputation was deliberately smeared and was no better than other mentally ill criminals in Arkham. He only had a group of teenagers who admired him and the rest were thugs he recruited himself. But now there was a child who was not afraid of him.
"Waylon Jones," he answered.
Megan said seriously, "Well, thank you, Waylon."
Killer Croc walked away without looking back.
When Megan went to turn the door, she found that it was locked from the outside and she couldn't open it from inside the house. Obviously, Killer Croc felt that if a child who was living on the streets and was not afraid of weirdos was allowed to go out by herself, she might go to some dangerous place and then the bad guys would follow her. This was the biggest safety hazard, so he eliminated it directly.
She stared at the door in a daze. Finally, as she passed the bathroom balcony, someone suddenly came down from above, pulling a rope. The other person nimbly flipped over and landed in. He looked at the child in front of him and said curiously, "I'm going to support Stephen, but she asked me to come see you."
"Megan Damon?" She had a similar expression to Megan's, but it was more resolute and unshakable. Seeing that Megan didn't seem to reject her, she slowly approached her, and finally bent down and looked at her very closely.
Megan tilted her head. She felt the girl in front of her had no ill intentions, so she let her get closer and said, "Hmm," "I'm Megan. Who are you?"
Cassandra was about to answer when she saw the locked door open, and Killer Croc, who had already left, appeared at the door. He saw this unexpected visitor, but did not get angry. He glanced at them with cold eyes, and saw the girl with short black hair and a uniform in a defensive posture, and said in a low voice: "A bat that has left the nest." He recognized the orphan.
"It looks like you two have some connection? Then keep an eye on her." Don't let a child who has nothing like the bravery and fighting skills of bats and who even lacks the ability to protect herself wander the streets alone.
Killer Croc left without hesitation or hesitation. As the door closed, Cassandra, with her keen senses, heard his deliberately restrained footsteps gradually fade away. She turned and said to Megan, "I'm Cassandra Cain, codenamed Orphan."
"They didn't let me take you back, they asked me to see the Joker by the way..." She only knew what happened in the past two days from the communication channel. They said that the child in front of her was the daughter of a clown from another world, and that the clown might love her. However, there was more than one clown in that world, and they had all come to Gotham.
But the rest of the clowns, including the one in this world, have disappeared. According to Batman's analysis, it is unlikely that they will work together to stir up chaos in Gotham because Bane has already taken the initiative. However, they all disappeared in the chaos, which is also an extremely bad sign. And the "big gift" that the Joker mentioned has not been found or discovered by anyone.
After the Joker and Batman finished communicating, they found Megan's figure from the surveillance. She was following Killer Croc alone. This Joker also disappeared from the surveillance of the whole city...
Cassandra was told to check on Megan, who was following Killer Croc, in case she found any trace of the Joker. However, there were no clues. After confirming Megan's safety, she planned to leave. Before she did, Megan asked, "Where should I meet you when I get back?"
Megan wanted new friends, wanted to stay one step ahead of her dad and protect the vigilantes who stood with Batman from his schemes, and her tone was serious.
Cassandra heard someone else's voice on her earpiece. "We'll all meet in the future," she said.
The universe where Megan is will have its own development, and they cannot entrust the fate of the Bat-family members of another universe to a child. It is not because of distrust, but because the Joker is crazy and unpredictable. Even if he seems to compromise for her now and even helps her fulfill her wish, if the gap between them becomes larger and larger, it may have a bad impact on her. They refuse to let a weak and innocent child bear the heavy mission. She wants to go to her future.
After she finished speaking, she climbed out of the window, leaving Megan alone in the room. She went to wash up, wearing disposable slippers that didn't fit her feet. Every time she lifted her feet, her heels would slip on the ground. She didn't have pajamas to change into, so in the end she could only sleep in her underwear, and she remembered to take a small pill before going to bed.
Megan woke up once in the middle of the night. While she was still dazed, she felt something cold touching her forehead. She was not panicked, but felt familiar. Then she opened her eyes in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and it seemed like a long time had passed.
The light that Megan had turned on before going to bed has been turned off because there is no night light for her here, so she has to sleep with the light on.
But when she opened her eyes, she saw a dim light. The clown in front of her blocked some of the light, so her eyes were not stimulated. She saw the face of the clown with his back to the light, and his hand was still on the side of her head. Megan rolled over and rubbed it.
"Dad, why are you back now?" she mumbled vaguely.
Look how subjective her words are! Because she is here, she refers to the clown coming to her as 'coming back'.
The clown, who didn't like to laugh much, didn't mind her words and gently rubbed her cheek. His hand, having taken off the glove, was no longer so cold because it was touching Megan's warm skin, as if it was also infected with warmth. Seeing that Megan didn't look sleepy at all, he asked, "Want to get up and watch the fireworks show with me?"
When this was said, Megan became energetic, "So are you going to blow up Gotham?"
"No," the clown said calmly, "it's just a fireworks show. It won't affect anyone else."
When he stood up, his suit coat swayed, and seeing Megan only wearing a base layer, his brows frowned slightly. He brought her clothes and turned his back to her. After she was dressed, he took the child to the balcony. Megan took out the pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time. It was already two or three in the morning. She asked, "Why am I not sleepy?"
"Because you can't wait to get home."
The clown had put on his gloves again and raised his hand to touch the child's furry head. He felt that she still looked young and was only slightly taller than the fence in front of the balcony, so he picked her up easily.
Both pairs of eyes looked up at the quiet and deep night sky. The next moment, many faint flickering lights rose straight into the sky from the ground, and then the sound unique to fireworks was heard. When they reached a certain height, they exploded with a bang. Countless fireworks bloomed and fell like flowing flames, instantly illuminating the night sky of Gotham.
The fireworks show continued after it started. Because there were too many fireworks, clouds of smoke floated in the air. When the subsequent fireworks rushed in and exploded, the light gradually became hazy, but still brilliant and dazzling. Conventional fireworks come in many colors, while non-conventional fireworks not only have different colors, but also different shapes.
Gotham is immersed in this dream, but in fact the consequences of Bane's escape from prison and the Arkham riot have not yet subsided. They were originally covered by the night, and now they are covered by the fireworks show.
The Joker's cell phone in his coat pocket rang. He picked up the call and answered it, while Megan leaned over and tried to listen.
A strange and exaggerated voice came from the other end of the phone, slowly saying, "The dead soul still wants to seek revenge? Hahaha, but he will be disappointed!"
"It was a big surprise for us, a fantastic gift."
The clown said, "Really? That's good."
The person on the other side laughed in a rather ambiguous way. "Come on, man, setting off fireworks so late at night? I bet the kid's listening, right?"
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