Chapter 248 [Extra] Diary Style 4 [Extra]
It's difficult to find someone in such a vast sea of people with so little clear information. After all, they have no idea who Megan was before she was adopted by the Joker. Perhaps even the name was given by the Joker later. And where was her birthplace? Perhaps in Gotham, perhaps across the state, perhaps within the country, perhaps abroad.
Searching for a currently living, documented person named Megan and comparing their facial data, Red Hood had already proven this to be fruitless, so he had no choice but to think of other solutions.
Tim took over this part of the work and chatted with Bruce for a few more words while finishing the work at hand. Then he disconnected the communication, but he still kept in touch with Barbara.
Batgirl, whose spine was broken by the Joker and left her paralyzed from the waist down, has long since turned her life around and was able to stand up again through surgery. But many years later, when she suddenly learns of the existence of a brand new "Joker's Daughter" in another universe, what kind of emotions will she experience?
Barbara didn't have many bad moods. She laughed softly and said, "Okay, Tim, why are you worried about me?"
Some things have long passed. Barbara is not very happy to look back on the days when she had to sit in a wheelchair. She let go of the pain and loss she felt during that time, as well as the negative emotions her father James Gordon had towards her experience. When she chose to become an oracle, she once again failed her father's simplest expectation of her -
He only wanted her to be happy, instead of working diligently as a vigilante to fight crime and endure countless hardships.
Later, she became Batgirl again, and her soul also stood up. She let go of some things, but that didn't mean she didn't hate the Joker. She would never forget the humiliation and hurt, but Barbara would not vent her anger on him.
"Meghan, it's a very good name, although I don't think it was given to her by the Joker." Barbara said softly. She was in the clock tower, and because she was not going out for night patrol, she was wearing a simple and loose uniform.
After getting a cup of coffee and sitting in front of the computer, Barbara said, "The clown adopted a daughter. Before today, would you have believed it?"
"I don't believe it either, Tim. So I think there might be some kind of defect in that child that has attracted the clown's interest. You can proceed from this direction."
It was obvious that her suggestion inspired the other party. Seeing Tim's thoughtful look, Barbara stopped talking and turned off the communication. She took a sip of coffee and looked at the data flashing on the screen. She had been doing this for a long time, so she was ahead of anyone else, and soon she got feedback.
Barbara smiled confidently, stood up neatly and tied her cloak, "Okay, let's go."
She found some records on the computer -
It is known that Jason left a photo when he was nearly fifteen years old. Megan looked a little younger than him, maybe two or three years younger, so a range could be drawn. As for Megan's birthplace, Barbara intuitively set it in Gotham, and based on this, she searched for information and found some records in the hospital.
About twelve years ago, a woman named Lauren West brought her daughter to the hospital for examination. Her child was already one year old, but could not speak, had slow development, was slow to react, and could not respond to things in the outside world. She was diagnosed with autism.
Later, Lauren brought her daughter to the hospital several times, but there was no effective medicine to treat autism, either then or now, and sensory integration training was not popular. So Lauren was destined to be unable to cure her daughter. She could only take her to the hospital to check her physical condition and ask the doctor for some simple intervention methods.
Batgirl instinctively locked onto this mother and daughter, because not only was Megan's age right, but her symptoms also matched her guess, so she rushed to the hospital to look through the old paper files.
Although only more than ten years have passed, Gotham Hospital has undergone several destructions and reconstructions, and some detailed files have not been entered into the information system.
The records in the archives of Gotham Hospital were vast, but it was not a difficult task for Batgirl. She first classified them by department, then searched them in chronological order. She soon got several diagnostic records. She took out a camera to scan them, and also looked at them carefully herself.
Reading the files from beginning to end, she saw a mother's perseverance. When Lauren first came, in addition to anxiety and worry, she also had a glimmer of hope. She believed that even if it was difficult and expensive, her daughter could be cured. But she was soon disappointed. When she came for the second time, she received the same diagnosis as the previous time, so she came a long time later for the third and fourth times.
As time went by, Megan's symptoms improved slightly, but she only responded to Lauren and ignored everyone else. This was undoubtedly hope for Lauren, but her family had a big problem.
Because the concept that 'autism originates from the family' had not been completely changed at that time, the doctor asked about Lauren's family situation. From these four records, it can be learned that Megan's father died when she was two years old. He was a gambler and did not bring good things to his wife and daughter. He only left them with a huge debt.
This caused Lauren to work hard every day, taking care of her daughter while trying to pay off her debts. She only brought her daughter to the hospital four times, and there was no record of her after that.
Batgirl had a premonition of misfortune. She put the four diagnostic records back to their original places, dealt with the traces she left behind, and then climbed out of the window.
Rain began to fall in the night sky of Gotham, and the lights illuminated the fine raindrops. Batgirl found the motorcycle she had ridden in an alley near the hospital, and drove to GCPD with all her might.
She got out of the car, and because she walked too fast, her cape and red hair fluttered behind her. The police officers in the car were no longer surprised by her arrival. They knew very well that the urban legends that had emerged in Gotham in recent years were not groundless. There was a group of vigilantes who always appeared in times of crisis and saved Gotham.
The sergeant on duty at the GCPD tonight was Bullock. He was tall and chubby, and he rarely wore a police uniform. He was very familiar with Batman's assistant, Batgirl. He had a cigar in his hand and came up to him and asked, "Hey, girl, what are you doing here? How can I help you?"
Batgirl tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, but declined his offer, "It's just a small matter, not a serious crime."
Since she said so, Bullock was of course relieved, but he also put out his cigarette and followed her, watching Batgirl enter the archives. She stood with great confidence in the record of all deaths in Gotham, and these were not the records of deaths related to criminal incidents. Their police station had a detailed classification.
While it's impossible to track down the cause and culprit of every unnatural death, like the many illegal immigrants, homeless people, and prostitutes who were shot or murdered, the GCPD doesn't have the manpower to investigate. Sometimes, to meet a certain deadline or complete a necessary report, they're forced to abandon some cases. But at least the death records can be categorized, just in case someone comes looking for them later. That's convenient, right?
Batgirl looked through the death records and the first one she found was Lauren West's. After converting the time, she died of illness in the hospital when Megan was six years old. It was obvious that the hard work in the past few years had damaged her body.
Unexpectedly, Batgirl couldn't find Megan's death record for a while, so she went to another file shelf to look for records about the West family.
While she was still working on it, she suddenly received a message from Tim: "I found a clue, Barbara. Although you didn't declare that you had completed the clue tracking, I guess you are already in the GCPD archives."
Batgirl laughed and connected the communication channel. She said, "I found Lauren's death record."
Tim was rushing back and sitting in an unmanned aircraft. The huge noise caused by the propellers at high altitude was still obvious even after processing, but they didn't care about each other. Tim tapped on the keyboard, "Dahong will be disappointed." He said softly, which had already revealed some message.
He didn't ask who Lauren was, nor did he ask Batgirl what other clues she was looking for. They both knew that they had locked onto the same target, so Red Hood's previous search criteria of "Megan"'s name, age and facial data came up with nothing.
Eventually they all rushed back to the Batcave. It was already late at night, and Red Hood's whereabouts were unknown, with no news coming back.
Barbara took off her mask, took the towel from Alfred, and carefully wiped the rain off her face and hair. Together with Tim, she watched the Troublemakers and Robin's night patrols, giving guidance and tips from time to time, watching them solve the crimes they encountered faster than ever before.
"Gotham is so quiet tonight. I'm not used to it." Barbara looked up at the large screen of the Batcomputer, taking in all the data. She turned to Tim and asked, "What do you think Red Hood is doing?"
Tim blinked at her. "I can't guess. If you didn't see him at the hospital or at the GCPD, where would he go?"
To be honest, this is indeed a problem, but there is no time to think about it. The communication request from the Watchtower has already been sent to the Batcave. Obviously, Batman is aware of their actions, so it is neither too early nor too late.
The cold and solemn face unique to the Dark Knight appeared on the screen. He looked at Barbara and Tim in the Batcave and said, "There are indeed traces of time and space in Gotham. I traced them to the opposite universe, but the cracks are too small and the information cannot be transmitted in." So they could not get accurate information from the Justice League in that universe.
Batman: "Where's the Red Hood?"
Where did the Red Hood go when he left? When he left, he destroyed his communicator, checked and threw away his tracking device, and even turned off the positioning function in his hood, so no one knew where he was now.
…
There was a loud thunder in Gotham and the rain was getting heavier, washing away the traces on the road surface and providing an excellent cover for the actions of some people.
A tall and strong figure quietly broke into Arkham Asylum. He found the Joker's cell and saw the unreasonable madman sitting with his back to the door, who was already prepared.
The flash of thunder illuminated the interior of the cell, and the light suddenly dimmed, followed by the rumble of thunder, as if it were ringing in their ears and could reach them at any time.
The man in the chair turned around. Darkness swallowed up his hideous, terrifying face, but it couldn't hide his strange yet incredibly bright green eyes. His voice rose and fell, sounding strange in this thunderstorm. "Look, there's a guest here. What do you want to see me for?"
"My dear child."
He held out his hand to him, a gesture that was completely different from usual.
The author has something to say:
Why does it feel like I'm deciphering something else? At the same time, I feel like the extra chapter is far more exciting than the main story ()
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