Chapter 237 Chapter 237 [VIP]
The Joker's question about when Megan's next class would be was certainly not without purpose. Even though there was White Bear's opening ceremony in between, he had not forgotten the thing that he cared about the most.
He knew Megan's physical and mental condition clearly, and also knew her talents and potential in various aspects. How long had he known that Megan was talented in swordsmanship?
When Megan picked up a small stick or some other stick and waved it around like a toy? When he saw the child's resilience and knew that she was domineering and self-willed?
Long ago, the Joker had guessed what path she would take. Even though she was still young and weak, some of her traits were too clear for him to ignore. But what was he thinking? Back then, Megan's physique was still weak. Her body and spirit were not strong enough to support any training, so she could only progress step by step. Moreover...
Even if Megan discovered her talents and interests on her own without guidance, would she really be able to take up arms and charge the enemy? Could she be so cruel as to personally hurt and retaliate against her enemies?
The Joker was extremely skeptical, but he had already chosen a teacher for Megan long ago and was trying to find ways to improve her physique. Even before that, her friends in Arkham had taught her to exercise and strengthen her body. Who knew if he had deliberately let her go, or if there was any deliberate guidance from him?
No matter what choices Megan makes in the future, the Joker has already paved the way for her, so she doesn't have to panic when the time comes. Even if there are still shortcomings, the goal is no longer far away and can be achieved if she tries her best.
He had condoned it to this point, and based on his understanding of Deathstroke, combined with Megan's schedule right under his nose, it was no doubt that he could guess her course progress.
He walked past the pile of dolls and toys, not stepping on any of them, and said to Megan, "Take two days off and come back to Arkham Asylum with me." He also seemed to find it funny. Since when did he start following Megan's lead, saying "going to Arkham" instead of "returning"? Could there be something there worth his attention?
Megan raised her head curiously. "You want to test my swordsmanship? You don't have to go back to Arkham, do you?" But she was a smart kid after all, so she asked immediately, "Oh, you started a company, so you must tell people about it."
She made it sound like the Joker was going back to show off, but who was he doing it for?
The clown narrowed his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "...You have a point, but it is actually your 'baby comfort toy'. I believe they all know it, and I think, since it is yours," he emphasized the 'yours'.
"You should learn more, and there are many good teachers in Arkham."
Yes, Arkham Asylum is full of top talents in various fields, but they have gone astray and are addicted to crime. However, because their interests are something that some people cannot give up, they are diagnosed with mental illness and are thus imprisoned in this prison. When those people have needs, they will trade and cooperate with these criminals.
The Joker is well aware of these dark deals, and he has taken on many "businesses". However, he has also killed many employers, resulting in few people looking for him later. However, because they can't kill him no matter how hard they try, they have to cooperate with him from time to time to appease him.
The decision had been made, so on Monday morning, the Joker asked for leave from Megan's school teacher, and they returned to Arkham Asylum through a hidden passage.
When they returned, the Joker's cell was empty. The craziest criminal in history had not escaped recently, but for Megan, she had never seen the Joker meet his stand-in. They returned to Arkham - the Joker naturally became the Joker, and almost no one questioned the previous Joker.
Megan thought about it and stopped caring. She ran into the clown's cell and walked around several times. She had been back before, but she felt that a long time had passed.
"Dad, I miss this place a little bit." She was talking nonsense again.
The clown laughed slowly. "What do you miss here? Do you miss the time when you were still a little mouse? Or do you miss the Scarecrow saying you were beaten, and then he made you cry..."
But in fact, she and Scarecrow got along pretty well. Even when White Bear opened its business, this arrogant criminal secretly followed Killer Croc and the others to congratulate him, and even disguised herself to take part in the group photo afterwards.
He was telling the truth, but for some reason, Megan felt a little annoyed. She stared at the clown with sharp eyes and said, "Don't say that."
"Why can't I say it? Is it because I interfere with your friendships?" Of course the Joker tried to do so. He even wanted to separate Megan and Robin, the two good friends, but she fooled him with her coquettishness at that time, so he let it go until now.
Megan put her hands behind her back and held her head high, “I think you are saying bad things.”
She stared at the clown again and again with a look of suspicion on her face. She had never heard anyone talk about her dark history, so she just felt it was strange.
The father and daughter returned to Arkham, feeling at ease. But for the inmates imprisoned there, who wouldn't be curious about Megan's situation after not seeing her for so long? Especially after hearing about the Joker's recent deed? Perhaps they weren't curious about Megan, the child, but they were certainly curious about the Joker's motives.
But they only appeared briefly in the cafeteria during lunch, and after that even the well-informed Two-Face was unable to find them.
In fact, the father and daughter went to their old training room.
They arrived too early and had just finished lunch, so they were unable to do any strenuous exercise. Megan jumped around in the training room, pressing and picking things everywhere. She didn't know where she touched, but finally opened the mechanism that the Joker had set up earlier.
Megan took out a few dolls, ping-pong balls and badmintons that she remembered hitting her with. She still remembered how aggrieved she felt and how she thought these things were hateful and scary at the time. But now, when she turned them over and over in her hands, she found that they seemed to have shrunk in size, especially when she threw them in the air and caught them, they felt light in her hands.
She held these things and said to the clown, "You've made me cry before."
In fact, if she thought about it carefully, she would know that the clown made her cry the most, but she seemed to have no memory of it at all.
The clown stayed with her, watching her explore the place, and when he heard that, he glanced at her sideways, but he only said 'hmm'.
They were digesting their food after dinner. Megan lost interest after exploring and stuffed everything back into the mechanism. Then she lay directly on the ground. Fortunately, at this time of temperature, it was not too cold even without air conditioning, so the Joker did not stop her.
Megan was lying in a spread-eagle position, waving her arms and legs like a little turtle, which made the clown laugh inexplicably. The child said with certainty, "You're making fun of me."
The clown: "You are a little baby bear." He coaxed her with just one sentence.
When she finally rested and got up, Megan asked about her rapier. Without a weapon, how would they fight? The naughty little bear deliberately didn't tell her father about this. Instead, she watched the clown go out for a short while and then come back with a sword box. When he opened the sword box, he saw two swords of different lengths.
When Megan leaned over to take a look, she saw that her little sword was completely different from the one customized for her by Deathstroke. It was obviously more delicate and exquisite, with more decorations. However, when she looked at the blade and touched it, she found that the sword was not sharpened either.
"Why don't you sharpen it for me?" Megan asked casually. When she wanted to touch the longer sword next to her, she was stopped by the clown.
"This is the sword I used to defeat Batman."
But what was he implying? This sword was undoubtedly sharpened and a dangerous weapon, so he didn't let Megan touch it. The child was not careful and would hurt herself if she was not careful.
Megan snorted at her father, then picked up her sword and swung it around, noticing the difference in length and weight compared to her other sword, and asked the question.
Joker: "But I think that before Deathstroke customized the sword for you, he must not have known that you had some little habits."
How could the mercenary not be so arrogant as to not take the Joker's task of guarding Megan lightly? So he had customized the sword first, then let Megan try it out. Judging by his judgment, the sword he got back would definitely be handy and definitely not a bad product. But the Joker still knew Megan best.
Megan looked at the silver-white sword. Due to her lack of experience, she didn't know the difference between the two swords, but she still said, "Well, hello, Dad." No matter what the sword of Deathstroke was like, she thought the one her father gave her was the best.
Her response was not perfunctory, and it was obvious that she meant it from the heart. The Joker took off his windbreaker and threw it aside, then picked up his rapier and put it in his other leather-gloved hand to examine it carefully. He actually seldom used the sword. After all, apart from this thing, he had many more interesting things, but he undoubtedly mastered this ability.
The Joker flicked his wrist, distanced himself from Megan, and pointed the tip of his sword at the ground.
"Just let me see the results of your study."
Fighting the Joker gave Megan a completely different experience than attending Deathstroke's classes. The mercenary's fighting style was fierce, but what about the Joker? He was like a duelist mastered by an old gentleman, no matter how he struck, there was a certain elegance, but he also never held back. His swordsmanship was cunning and insidious, his moves were swift and fast, and no one could interpret his pale face as to what he would do next.
Megan was also not familiar with this sparring partner, and her movements could not keep up with her nerve reactions, occasionally revealing some flaws.
However, throughout the entire process, the Joker had an extremely high level of control over the rapier. Even with a sharpened sword, he was unable to touch Megan or cause any harm to her during the fight, and all his moves were just effective.
Joker: "You can do better."
Meghan: "You were shouting at the king."
There is a very small king here. She has only a very small world, but she does not think she is poor. She made a joke and then swung her sword forward. Her swordsmanship was not sophisticated, but it flashed with the brilliance of bravery.
She finally got serious, and the clown caught her active attack. Her strength might have improved compared to before, but the improvement was not much. However, her momentum and the firm and serious look in her eyes made the clown know that this was something she liked.
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