Chapter 206 [Extra] Multidimensional Travel · 14 [Extra]
Before Megan could finish her words, her eyes flashed. The Red Hood in front of her disappeared without a trace, and the environment they were in also changed drastically. It seemed that they were in the alley where they went out together two days ago and found that the environment had changed drastically.
When she looked down at her clothes, she found that they were the brand new ones that the Joker had bought her, and the things in her pockets were still there. Did that mean that her experiences over the past two days were not just a dream?
She raised her hand and grabbed the hem of the clown's coat beside her. As expected, her father had also changed. The texture of his suit coat was thick, but also soft enough. Not only was it well-cut and well-made, but even the fabric was expensive and high-end. Megan attracted his attention before asking, "Dad, are we back like this?" Shouldn't it be more special?
This was so weird, Megan's face was full of confusion, because she hadn't said goodbye properly, she hadn't even finished a sentence, and then she turned into a depressed little bear.
However, the clown patted her on the head and said, "Why be angry? Megan, I have left a big gift for them."
Megan shook his hand, then looked up at him. "Is this a real gift?" He wasn't lying, was he? For example, he'd call a conspiracy or a bomb a real gift.
As she pretended to be distrustful, the Joker gave a barely perceptible laugh. "It's true. Someone will be grateful to me for this..."
"I helped them accomplish the impossible."
After saying this, he took the child's hand and didn't plan to go to the place they had originally planned to go. Instead, he turned around and walked back. Because of the difference in the speed of time in the two universes, this was something that needed to be considered. He took out his phone and glanced at it. As expected, he received a message: "Time hasn't moved, Boss, you won?"
The clown let go of Megan's hand and sent a text message back: We all won.
Megan and the Joker returned to the small building. She turned on the TV and found that the time in this universe did not change to two days later, which was the day they wanted to go out, and it was even in the morning. She told the Joker about her discovery, but he already knew it, so he was not surprised.
Megan:
"Why didn't you tell me after you found out?" She tried to throw a tantrum and act like she was complaining, but the clown knew she was bluffing, just like she often acted naughty on purpose, wanting to attract adults' attention and prove that she was 'loved'. But sometimes she expressed her intentions in a roundabout way, as if she had learned awkwardness from someone, or was she learning to be an 'actor'?
The clown figured it all out easily, and then calmly asked, "You didn't even show me the little gift you received?"
Megan looked at him for a long time, and a joyful smile gradually appeared on her face. She took out the carefully restored old photo from her pocket and held it up to show him, "Look! This is Lauren's mom and me! Me! Little Bear!" She looked so happy, but she was like a broken little robot, even her language was disordered.
The clown took the photo and looked at it carefully for a few seconds before returning it to her. He leaned over and gave her a hug. Megan leaned on his arms and said, "Daddy said that when I grow up, I shouldn't be hugged anymore."
"That's about those vulgar and barbaric guys, Megan, and your heart says you want comfort now, right?" He said and looked at Megan's smile in his arms. It was not as proud as usual, but there was a lot of happiness and love in it. She held these things, whether they were good or bad, true or false.
She said, "I'm sorry, Dad, I don't mean to be mad at you...but where are my mom, her belongings?"
This little bear knows a lot of things but wants to cover up the truth. She shakes her cotton out. Even if there is a stuck zipper, the gap can be closed with some force, but it does not mean that the cotton will not shrivel up when it is pulled out. When new cotton is stuffed in, it will feel like a foreign body for a long time and cannot be fully integrated.
But she is overbearing and willful. Specifically, when she wants something very much, she will stubbornly get it, just like when she said her wish, and now she wants to take back her mother's belongings from her father.
But this attitude is supported by a tiny bit of courage. Once she loses that courage or encounters a setback, she will immediately collapse and turn into a little mouse hiding in the corner again.
The Joker gently stroked her hair. His face never showed much emotion, so he remained expressionless. However, the way he looked at Megan was too peaceful, as if he could tolerate everything about her. But could a character who had secretly ruled Gotham for so many years be so simple? He said to the child, "I thought you wouldn't ask me about this yet."
"It's not a bad thing, Megan, it just shows that you're growing and that you have courage."
"You are my child, and before this, I have never erased your belonging or your past."
He let go of Megan, took off his suit coat and put it in his arm, and said to Megan who still didn't understand what he meant: "If I want to explore the traces of the past, I have to change my clothes, right?" When this father and daughter appeared in front of others, most of the time they could only be the Damon family. This is a basic rule that cannot be easily violated.
The clown went upstairs to change his clothes, and Megan was waiting in the living room downstairs. She was still thinking about what her father said. Did he mean that all of her mother's belongings were preserved? And those things were just waiting for her to take them, so she didn't have to worry about losing them or not being able to get them.
Megan couldn't help jumping around in the living room. She ran to the toy shelf and took down her favorite teddy bear from it. She regained her energy in just a moment.
So when Arthur came down from upstairs, he was greeted by a child running around. She pulled his hand and walked out, already impatient.
Arthur held her hand as they walked on the road, the child beside them humming a song. Her musical sense was much better than her father's. At least she didn't have that weird accent, and she wouldn't change the beat by herself. She went out with the teddy bear in her arms, but she didn't know where they were going, so she asked belatedly.
Arthur pondered for a moment, "I thought you remembered that this is the route back to our original 'home'."
Megan suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Damon's original home was in the old town of Gotham, separated from Cape Triangle by a bridge. After getting off the bridge, it was not far to the narrow old house.
It looks too old. Moss grows in the cracks between the bricks on the roadside in front of the door, and stubborn grass leaves poke out from the gaps. The walls of the house are full of traces of time. Perhaps there was once a creeper growing on it, but as time passed, only a few tendrils and suction cups are still clinging on, and more wind and rain have left indelible mottled marks.
When you walk into the cramped and old house, the layout and decoration inside seem to be still in the last century, because the Damon family was too poor at the time and could only continue to use those old items. When they received the funding, Arthur took her to rent a house outside, so everything here was preserved.
Arthur stood by the door and watched Megan walk in and test the air cautiously. Because the door was open, a breeze blew through the hall. Megan felt the wind passing by her, as if it brought a distant message from long ago.
Megan put the teddy bear she had brought with her aside, opened the biscuit box under the TV, found a few pieces of cloth and needle and thread, and gently stroked every coin scattered on the TV cabinet with her fingertips. Seeing that there was also a comb, a remote control and a milk powder can, Megan picked up the can and shook it, and found some tattered and dirty banknotes inside.
She explored the place carefully and found hairpins of various patterns, handmade cloth dolls, clean and soft clothes, children's picture books, etc. in the bedroom and on the sofa.
Time leaves traces, and love also leaves traces.
Megan also found an old photo album, which contained photos developed from film in the old days, as well as photo stickers. She squatted on the ground and looked through the photos one by one, her eyes extremely serious and focused, and she couldn't help but reveal her attachment.
Most of the photos are of little Meghan: Meghan as a baby, Meghan as a toddler, Meghan who can stand steadily, Meghan dressed up cutely...
There is also a photo of Meghan and her mother. Even though their lives were hard at that time, they had to work hard to pay off debts and take care of young children alone, her mother still kept herself and her clean and energetic. Even though she looked haggard in the photo, she always smiled gently and tolerantly.
Megan looked up at her father and asked, "Are you imitating your mother?"
Arthur smiled like his mother.
Arthur said: "I've never been a father, but she's a good template." He didn't deny that he learned and imitated. When he fabricated the identity information and experience of the Damon family, he knew he had to find a qualified template, otherwise he would not be able to successfully deceive the child. The measures he took were not many. One was to imitate, the second was to give her Megan's name again, and the third was to collect everything about her past and put it in this narrow room.
Megan turned the album to the bottom and saw a 'family photo', a young mother, Arthur and baby Megan in her mother's arms, and even a wedding photo of her mother and Arthur. After all, this was necessary proof of their disguised identities. Even if no one might come to check, the Joker was used to taking care of every detail.
The little bear touched her hair. Arthur thought she would have other thoughts, but she looked up, her green eyes moist and bright, as if they were shining. She said, "We are a family."
Arthur asked, "Don't you think I'm her successor?" He picked up the child from the abandoned playground, gave her those 'good' things, and let her grow up, as if someone who loved her was gone and a new successor came.
Megan carefully closed the photo album and held it in her arms. She stood up and stretched out her arms, asking for a hug, and she received a broad and tolerant hug.
She expressed her love without reservation. She spoke softly and slowly, firmly and tenderly, "That's different, Dad. It's because after Mom left, there were new people who loved me. You didn't inherit me from her, but you came on your own."
"It's great... Mom is fine, Dad is fine, and I'm fine too."
"Mom can rest assured, and then we will all live a good life."
Megan spoke childishly, then pulled Arthur's clothes to make him lean down a little. She leaned forward and rubbed his cheek, giving him a soft kiss. Arthur held the child in his arms, indulging her in everything, patting her still thin back, "And there is good news today." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but force a calm smile.
"Wow," Megan exclaimed in agreement, and couldn't help asking curiously, "What is it?"
Arthur's calmness conceals a deep meaning. He maintains the disguise of his current identity without breaking it, but the subtle changes in his expression make him seem more crazy and chaotic, more dangerous than any clown.
He said slowly, "The good news is, maybe before long, your illness will be completely cured." He was lost in his own thoughts. "This unexpected 'trip' has provided us with good material and a good sample. Of course, the inspiration he brought was also very important."
When Megan wanted to ask something, he raised his index finger and pointed it at his lips. "This is a secret, Megan."
It's also cruel enough.
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Oh my god, the best dad in the universe.
Minor repair.
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