Chapter 224 Chapter 224 [VIP]
Megan was fighting against Deathstroke. Of course, she knew that the other party was giving her a break, but in the end they ended up in a draw, which still satisfied her. It was enough to dispel the pain in her arms and body. After the training, she moved back home slowly like a little turtle.
The Joker hasn't been back recently because Megan has looked at the price list and samples sent by various manufacturers and has made a decision. So her executor has to take action, right?
Arthur was busy traveling, so he didn't know that she had found something to do for herself. In addition to her studies and company affairs, she was even doing extra training. Maybe someone was hiding it from him and wanted to give him a "surprise"?
Megan lay on the sofa as soon as she entered the house. She had already done the stretching and massage after training. Deathstroke also taught her how to quickly relieve physical fatigue, but the child was brought up in a pampered environment and could not use willpower to fight fatigue - besides, she didn't need to do so, so Deathstroke naturally would not force her to do so.
She lay there until Bob came to cook, then got up, ate dinner and continued lying down, waiting for Robin to knock on the window.
The little bird with yellow back feathers and red belly was very familiar with visiting houses, or rather windows. When he saw the light in the living room, he climbed in through the window next to the living room that he usually came in and out of, and sat on the windowsill, swinging his legs.
Compared to when they first met, Robin has grown a lot. The night wind blew in from behind him, blowing half of his bright yellow cloak in front of him, making his originally enterprising temperament even softer. Not to mention that as soon as he came, a warm smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
Robin tilted his head and saw Megan lying on the sofa, looking so tired that she didn't even raise her head, her face buried in her black curly hair, and she only raised one hand to wave in a signal, because every time Robin came, he would make a movement that was unique to him, and she obviously would not miss these signals.
He jumped down from the window, walked over with light steps, squatted beside the sofa, and asked Megan with a little worry: "What's wrong with you? Xiaomei, talk to me."
Megan raised her head from the pillow, with some weariness between her brows, but she looked energetic, her eyes sparkling, and unexpectedly revealed a hint of sharpness, "Nothing's wrong," but she smiled little by little.
She acted relaxed, and Robin knew nothing serious had happened. He brought a low stool and lay down on the sofa in front of Megan. He also took off the domino mask on his face, revealing his increasingly sharp eyebrows and eyes that showed his youthful vigor. He looked at Megan with his usual gentle and focused expression and said, "Wow, then I guess it must be something that makes Xiaomei happy."
When they play together, they are undoubtedly the best partners. Jason knows that Megan sometimes has the habit of not saying things and waiting for people to ask questions, but he doesn't think it is a trouble. He just thinks that his good friend is really cute. She is incredibly lively and it's really great.
After he asked, Megan turned her head to look him in the eye and boasted, "I'm learning swordsmanship from Slade!"
"The rapier is so fun! It's my absolute favorite toy!"
"Wow," Jason said, having never known Megan to be fond of swordsmanship. His reaction was the same as when Megan first found her favorite toy. He was delighted and surprised for her, leaning forward until his head touched hers. "Oh my goodness, then I guess, Mei, you must be quite gifted at swordsmanship, right?"
He guessed right, of course he could! They had been together for so long, so they undoubtedly understood each other well. Jason, in particular, was patient and meticulous. He remembered his friend's preferences and habits, and always considered her. With their childhood friendship, there was nothing he couldn't guess correctly, especially when Megan's performance was so obvious.
Megan's face suddenly broke into a bright smile. She rubbed her head with Jason, unable to suppress her excitement, and said, "Yeah! Slade said I'm very talented. He made me a custom sword, and we've been training all afternoon. He taught me some sparring moves."
The fact that Deathstroke had the patience to accompany a child in sword practice showed her talent. Otherwise, he could have just perfunctorily gone through the process, casually teaching the basics and then drifting away. He could have done that, but he didn't.
And Megan loved her new toy so much, her pure green eyes shone brightly under the light. She rested her elbows on the pillow and held her cheeks with both hands, making her look younger and more childish, but just like when she expressed her wish, she was determined and did not retreat at all.
Jason poked the back of her hand with his finger and said, "Training must be tiring, right?" So instead of inviting her out to play again, he took off the tactical gloves on his hands.
He turned fourteen last year. By August this year, they will be fifteen and thirteen respectively. He is running hard towards adulthood, while Megan is still walking slowly. However, the speed of time is the same, and they are both growing up.
He already had the appearance of a proper teenager, but his growth was slow. However, he had plenty of strength, and just like before, he pinched Megan's armpits with both hands and adjusted her from a prone position to a sitting position. Megan let out an "ah", and her calves were held by Jason, who massaged them with professional muscle relaxation techniques.
Megan watched him massage her still somewhat tight calves and said slowly, "Well, I didn't feel it during training, but after training I felt so sore and tired that I didn't want to move."
"My hands hurt, my legs hurt, and my waist hurts too."
Megan didn't mention that her butt was hurting and she had a pulled muscle. After all, she had received gender awareness education from Poison Ivy and knew that some topics were not suitable to discuss with boys, and some parts of the body were even more private.
She had never had such intense training before. You know, Bane and Richard only taught her how to exercise, and when she went out to play by herself, she would turn back when she felt a little tired. Only the first two times that the Joker gave her special training made her unhappy.
Jason certainly knew her physical limits, and he also knew that Deathstroke would not take training lightly. Such intensity might not be a big deal for them, but for Megan, it must have consumed a lot of her physical strength and energy, especially since it was her first training, which would definitely cause discomfort.
And he had plenty of time before he received the task. He stood up and took the pillow that Megan was lying on before, and asked her to lean back on the pillow and look up at the lights and the ceiling. After Jason sat down, he continued to massage her.
After Jason finished massaging her, he asked her to get up and jump around, and she was obviously in much better condition.
As soon as Megan adjusted herself, she grabbed Jason's hand and led him to her toy shelf, saying again in a boastful tone, "Look—"
There were a few more stuffed dolls on her toy shelf that Jason had never seen before. They were made of scraps of cloth, with fine stitching, and were stuffed with plump cotton. There was only one stuffed mouse doll that was an exception. It looked crudely made and different from the other handmade dolls and commercial dolls. But when they were all placed together on the shelf, they looked very harmonious.
Jason and Megan stood hand in hand in front of the toy rack. He saw that the dolls were placed in the position of 'Meghan's favorite dolls', and even the teddy bear she liked before was squeezed aside.
He guessed something, but just slightly bent his eyes and said to Megan, "It's a doll with a lot of love, right?" He saw through the softest part of Megan's heart and found many doubts, but Jason didn't want to explore it. He just said to her, "Those dolls mean a lot of love, right?"
Just as he expected, Megan showed a proud look. She picked up the dolls and looked down at them. "They are my mother's relics, but this cloth mouse is not."
Megan picked up the cloth mouse and showed it to him, "My dad made it for me." So it's very different.
Jason looked at her with gentle eyes. When his sight swept across the toy shelf again, he reached out and took down a photo frame that was covered by a doll. He saw the family photo taken many years ago, the unfamiliar woman, the young Arthur, and the little Megan between them.
The young child in the photo obviously looks more like her mother than her father, and Megan's current appearance is more delicate and graceful than her mother's, and she has some subtle resemblance to Arthur.
"Wow, it's Xiaomei's family photo."
Megan also came over, and the two children huddled together. She said, "My mother's name is Lauren." This was not the first time she mentioned her mother, but it was the first time she introduced her mother's name.
Jason took another hard look at the photo and agreed with a smile, "She's so gentle. She seems like a very tough lady."
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When the third class of the Death Bell class was underway, another student finally arrived.
His initial guess was correct. He taught Megan and easily attracted Batman's current Robin. It seemed that the friendship between the two children was deeper than he thought, but he also observed carefully and found that there was no sign of romance between them. They were just having fun.
This is good, which means that the Joker will not take action against the other boy just because his daughter was taken away for the time being, which will save him a lot of trouble. After all, he has to teach Megan a lesson and try to abduct his favorite Robin, right?
Deathstroke looked at Megan and Jason as they walked up to him. It was obvious that one of them was completely defenseless, while the other was slightly on guard. He took off his helmet and held it in his hand, smiling at the former, "Why, did you bring someone to class with you?"
Megan glanced at Jason beside her, then looked at him again, "You said before that you wanted to kidnap me and Robin, but now we don't have to." Does that mean that Deathstroke should be grateful?
He laughed inexplicably, but after getting familiar with the child, he also became straightforward. There was no need to say strange things. The other party did not respond at all, and it did not stimulate her emotions. On the contrary, being more casual with each other could bring them closer, and this feeling was not bad.
"You bring your good friend here, although I know he is not very reassured," Deathstroke's words clearly had a hidden meaning. He disguised himself when he entered Gotham, but after so many days, his whereabouts would be exposed a little, and Batman, the control freak, obviously would not allow him to plot in Gotham, and would definitely track down the traces, and his Robin.
Deathstroke looked down at the child who was not dressed as Robin. To be honest, the true identities of vigilantes and mercenaries were sometimes not a secret, and everyone who was interested knew it, but they all abided by a set of rules in the other world and would not delve into the identity issue or use it as a threat.
So Jason followed his good friend here without any disguise. When their eyes met, Deathstroke tilted his neck and said casually, "But I never take my mission lightly, you know?"
"And I don't mind teaching one more student, but I hope this young gentleman won't drag me into this." What he meant was that Jason shouldn't turn around and tell his parents, which would cause his mission to fail.
The author has something to say:
The Joker to Megan: You went behind my back to learn swordsmanship from someone else.
Batman v Robin: Why are there traces of mercenaries in your moves?
Really worthy of being called a father's worry (sunny thumbs up)
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