Chapter 209 Chapter 209 [VIP]
Chinatown held a special attraction for Megan. After she walked in, she ran around everywhere without worrying about Arthur getting lost. And obviously, she was even less worried about getting lost herself.
She liked novel gadgets from foreign countries, beautiful, cute, and even useless porcelain. She would look at them closely and carefully, and would pay for anything she liked. When the money in her pocket was all gone, she would pull her father's hand and let him swipe the card. She bought so many things that, like last year, she could only deposit them and the store clerk would deliver them or they could pick them up themselves.
After Megan finished her shopping, she took Arthur's hand and went to watch the lion dance. They were still in the middle of another show when she saw someone selling cotton candy on the other side of the square. She immediately wanted to join in the fun. Next to the simple cart, she raised her head and asked Arthur pitifully, "Dad, I want some cotton candy. Can you buy me some?"
Look how pitiful this child is talking! As if someone has treated her life harshly and not given her pocket money.
She was never stingy with money when she was out alone or with friends, but when she went shopping with Arthur, she would often put on airs, as if she could prove something by being compromised.
So would Arthur give in? He smiled helplessly and asked the vendor for two marshmallows, of which she could choose the flavor. Megan saw the different names of the syrup bottles next to her, and she asked for mint and blueberry flavors.
Then Megan forgot she was still pretending and watched intently as the stall owner picked up the corresponding can and poured it into the groove in the middle of the machine. The centrifuge then spun the syrup into threads. At first, it looked like white mist, but soon the "mist" turned solid. As the stall owner inserted a bamboo stick and rolled them up skillfully, a large marshmallow took shape.
Megan didn't eat the marshmallows first, but held them up to Arthur, but the gentle and tolerant adult refused, "No need to share with me, Megan, these two marshmallows are yours." He had such patience to accompany Megan to play a good father and daughter in front of others. Anyway, this was just a trivial matter for him, and it could even be called a relaxation in his spare time.
Now Megan, who has two marshmallows, is the happiest child in the world. She holds one in her hand and the adult behind her holds one. She is reluctant to eat it, but licks it curiously. Suddenly, a hole appears in the marshmallow, and at the edge of the depression, tiny amber dots hang on the sugar thread.
Oh, it's syrup and saliva--
Putting aside the sudden realization in her head, Megan slowly nibbled on a marshmallow, but had no appetite for the other one, so she let Arthur hold it. She saw the lion dance team approaching, so she squeezed into the crowd.
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She spent Christmas with the Joker, and before Megan was about to set off back to Arkham, she heard that something was wrong there again. No matter what time, there are always some crazy weirdos who are tirelessly stirring up disputes and creating chaos. Gotham is a huge breeding ground, and Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Mental Illness and Criminals is the most central place among them.
The Joker had to go out and do something else, so Megan stayed in the second-floor building. As the weather was still cold, she didn't like to go out much. She was lazy and reluctant to move. Then she soon found out why she became listless.
Megan sat on the bedside, wrapped up thickly, took out her cell phone and dialed the Joker's number. The call was connected quickly, but she didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, she said, "Dad, my period..."
She had taken physiology courses and knew what was going on, but neither she nor her father had noticed it before, and now there was nothing in the house.
The clown on the other end of the phone fell silent as loud knocking and explosions could still be heard from his end. He took the phone away and cursed before speaking into the microphone: "It's not a big deal. Don't worry, dear. Nelson will bring you what you need." He still seemed to have that weird and leisurely tone, but his speech was a little more urgent than usual.
And what did Meghan need? She needed hygiene products and a little comfort.
Nelson naturally completed his boss's task very well, and at night, the clown came back. When he looked up on the road, he saw that the lights on the small building were on. Megan didn't like to turn off the lights when she went to bed, but since she got the night light, she only left the night light on. When she turned on the light at night, it was usually when she couldn't sleep.
The clown walked into the house, closed the door, took off his windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack at the door, then brushed off the invisible dust on his body. However, it still couldn't hide his tired state. Even his usually neatly groomed dark green hair was a little messy, and his clothes were stained with the smell of gunpowder. Even though there were no obvious signs of being attacked, it was not difficult to tell that he had just escaped from trouble.
He looked around the living room and didn't find anyone. This was normal. Megan had long passed the stage where she was not very smart and could only sit on the carpet at the door waiting for people. She had become more delicate and fragile.
The clown walked upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. A puppy-like "wah" came from behind the door. It was obvious that she was waiting here. She had gone from being an abandoned child to a princess in a tower. Anyone who wanted to see her had to come up by themselves. He had already received a response. When he pushed the door open, he felt resistance. After opening the door, he saw Megan - she had been leaning against the door before.
The little child lowered his head, said nothing, and just stretched out his hand to him.
The clown stared down at her for a long moment, then leaned over and gave her a hug, patting her back soothingly. "Are you scared by this, child? But it just means you're growing up. This is normal development."
Megan buried her head in the crook of his neck and said a little sullenly, "But it's so strange, it makes me a little unhappy." She became listless several days in advance and didn't want to do anything. When her period came, she still felt very uncomfortable.
She seemed to be frightened, and the unhappiness and discomfort accumulated, making her feel aggrieved. The clown picked up the child, brought her to the bed and put her down, pulling a winter woolen blanket to cover her. He went to the small living room connected to the bedroom to get a chair and sat next to Megan.
The Joker's face was pale, his scarlet lips were slightly pursed, and his deep scrutinizing eyes were always on Megan's face. He said: "Why are you uncomfortable? As long as you eat less junk food in the future..." Don't think he doesn't know that she and Robin like to eat fast food every time they go out to play, such as hamburgers, grilled chicken, grilled sausages, etc.
Then he saw a little anger gradually emerge from Megan's originally sullen expression. She raised her hand and wanted to slap him, but how could her strength be threatening? She could even easily dodge it.
The angry little bear slapped the clown on the arm and screamed "Wow". She looked very fierce, but in fact it didn't hurt at all, and even the sound was not loud. After all, even if she was angry, she couldn't find any vicious words to curse, so she could only vent her anger in the most clumsy and simple way.
The clown ignored her outrageous behavior and simply raised his hand to rub her hair. "I know you're terrified, otherwise why would I rush back?"
This didn't sound like a bad thing to say, and Megan was reluctantly satisfied.
The Joker said, "Go to bed early. I'll be here tomorrow." As for what he was originally working on? Since someone else had taken over, he had no worries about any obstacles or changes to the finishing plan.
Megan's period had just arrived and was in the irregular stage. By the next day, it was almost gone. The clown stayed with Megan for half a day and invited an adult woman in the afternoon.
Poison Ivy rarely cooperates with the Joker. She always dislikes lunatics who are too crazy and chaotic, especially characters like the Joker. They seem to have nothing to do with each other on the surface, but since the Joker adopted a child, everything has subtly changed. Just like she used to look at the Joker with hostility for a long time, and finally found out that Megan was extremely dependent on him, and had to rely on his little pills to maintain her mental state, so she regretfully gave up a plan.
She got out of the car and heard the Joker say to the driver, "Let's go." It was obvious that this strict patriarch was going to be a hands-off boss, but as a grown man, even if he was Megan's "father", he had to avoid suspicion in some matters. And the Joker's action of asking her for help...
Poison Ivy couldn't help but let out a subtle, almost sarcastic smile at the thought. Should she say this lunatic was too invested in his family drama? But there was nothing wrong with that; it even made her feel more at ease.
She walked with light and graceful steps into the house she had seen many times in the information. As soon as she entered, she saw the child sitting on the carpet holding a meeting with his doll turned his head.
Megan could tell who was coming from the sound of footsteps, of course, provided that the person was willing to let her hear the sound, but most of them were happy to play this game with her. She was a little hesitant at first, but when she saw Poison Ivy, she was suddenly happy and surprised, "Pammy!"
Poison Ivy's eyes showed pity. She walked over and picked up Megan from the ground. The child snuggled in her arms dependently and rubbed her cheek against her. Then they exchanged a kiss on the cheek. Poison Ivy had a gentle smile on her face all the time. She took her to sit on the sofa, but still hugged her tightly, and then she read a sense of security from Megan's expression.
As a child grows up, there are generally two indispensable roles in his life, namely mother and father.
Megan grew up under the protection of the Joker. For whatever reason, the madman cured her illness, making her healthier and giving her a normal and stable life. However, the person who could take on the role of her "mother" has not appeared yet. When she encountered some things during her growth period, she inevitably felt panic without the comfort of an adult and reliable woman.
Poison Ivy looked at the child curled up in her arms, slowly put her cheek against the top of her head, and asked, "Are you happy to see me?"
"Happy," Megan answered quickly, and then she couldn't help but burst out with grievance, "I learned it in physiology class, but I still don't know what to do correctly. It's so weird..."
She said, "I thought I was injured, but I didn't do anything." She didn't go out to play, nor did she do anything dangerous. After thinking about it for a long time, she remembered what she had learned in physiology class and figured out what happened, but she still felt very aggrieved.
Poison Ivy held her, patted her back slowly, listened patiently, wiped her tears when she cried, and coaxed her softly and gently: "Don't be afraid, our Megan is the best-behaved child in the world." She hummed a tune from her hometown for Megan, her gorgeous, slightly curly red hair hanging down, entangled with Megan's black hair.
The author has something to say:
This is what it's like to be a single parent raising a child. "You go," "You go," "Whoever answers the phone goes."
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