Chapter 32 Chapter 32 [VIP]
Megan received a fish tank from Killer Croc.
The fish tank was filled with water, transparent, swaying water, and then a "fake fish" was placed in it, which also swayed when she stirred the water or picked up the fish tank.
She sat on the steps outside the library, next to a small fish tank, and she didn't understand why something could be called "fake." It was a strange, somewhat transcendental definition, and she looked up at Killer Croc.
Killer Croc sat beside her, his head tilted to one side, his pupils lowered as he watched her struggling to look up. He placed the curved edge of his sharp claw on the top of her head, and after a gentle touch, she lowered her head. He thought for a moment before replying, "This fake fish is made of plastic. It's not a living thing. It doesn't swim or eat. It's not alive, and it's not sick, dead, or rotting."
The explanation had been given, but Megan didn't understand what it meant. She stared at the small fish, which was floating upright in the water, with most of it submerged and a small part still sticking out of the water.
She put her fingers in to stir the water, and the little fish swayed with the ripples, but perhaps Megan was not observing it. When she withdrew her hand, her hand was wet. She shook it and saw water droplets splashing out. Some hit the water surface and merged into it, but there were still very small circles of ripples spreading out.
On top of the ripples, there are other ripples.
They disturbed each other and intertwined with each other. After a long time, the water surface returned to calm and the little fish also calmed down.
Megan stirred the water again, and her hand felt cool, and the waves of the water gently pushed her hand, so it was responding to her. After playing for a while, Megan pulled her hand out again and shook it randomly, not caring about the water droplets flying onto her face this time.
It was the weekend, and Megan didn't have to study or do homework, but she still came to the library to read children's picture books and walked around the lawn with Killer Croc. Just after returning to the library, Killer Croc gave her the fish tank and the fish, and they also went to get water together.
Killer Croc said they were hers, so she wanted to take them back to the Joker's cell. The movement of picking up the small fish bowl was shaky, and the water inside was swaying, which made Megan very uncomfortable... She had never held such a thing before.
Then Killer Croc's scaly hand reached out and easily took the fish bowl from her hand. He held it steadily with two sharp claws. Compared to his hand, the small fish bowl was not even as big as his palm.
Megan looked down at her palm, made a grasping motion, and then spread her fingers, trying to make her palm appear bigger, but when she raised her hand, Killer Croc also stretched out his other hand and spread his palm like hers, and the difference was even greater in comparison.
Killer Croc looked at her. He was always patient and never pushed her. He watched Megan turn her palm over again, and finally lean forward and put her palm over, just below his palm.
She already had a concept of big and small in her head. Megan withdrew her hand, took a look at the fish tank that had been taken away, and stood up to wait for Killer Croc to go with her.
When they were almost at the Joker's cell, Killer Croc handed the fish tank to Megan. She held it carefully, but even so, the fish tank tilted uncontrollably and some water spilled out. She completely ignored all this and slipped in through the crack in the door with the fish tank.
The clown was just sitting there doing nothing when he saw the kid coming back with a small plastic fish tank, leaving water stains all the way. The kid came over to the clown and held up the tank to show him.
"You...show me your little gadget?"
He was used to Megan's behavior. Whenever she brought something back, she would show it to him. She bent her finger and flicked the fish tank, but Megan almost lost her grip, and more water spilled out, flowing down her raised arm and about to drip onto his legs.
This made the Joker back off a bit, "I don't blame you for getting the toy and bringing it back, but you made a mess on my floor."
If his men did this, the crowbar would be swung at their faces, but he couldn't do that to Megan. He pulled the corners of his mouth, and the smile on his face was hypocritical and exaggerated, "Megan, you will be a good girl, right?" He was even coaxing the child!
"This is where we live. You don't care about anything, but keeping it clean is not easy at all. If you do this again next time, you will have to clean it yourself."
In fact, there were things scattered everywhere in his cell. After the missile attack, some debris fell in the corner and was not cleaned up. Even if he asked his men to clean up, they didn't dare to touch his things. The Joker didn't know how to clean up himself.
But he spoke to Megan seriously, his tone was still serious, but he took the fish tank from her hand and pretended to look at it, and then he continued perfunctorily: "There is also a small fish, it is also your harvest."
Having shown it to the Joker, Megan took her fish tank back to the darkroom and placed it on a shelf grid that was within her reach. She watched from the side as the water inside continued to sway after she put the tank down, and the lights reflected on the water also swayed.
The plastic fish did not die.
Megan stood on tiptoe, wanting to reach out and touch the little fish, but she didn't know what she was thinking about, and she retracted her hand as soon as she moved. After she had experienced learning and someone was not tired of talking to her or was not shy about talking to her, she might have understood a lot.
They all mixed together, creating ripples in her mind, but she could not catch them no matter what. When she wanted to pick up something, they all flowed away, returned to the water, or disappeared as splashing water droplets.
But "death" is different. It is the word that is most profound in her consciousness. It makes her fall into a quagmire, and she doesn't know that she is trapped in it.
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It was a very ordinary day. Megan was walking alone in the corridor of Arkham's high-risk area when someone suddenly called her. However, there were many people who wanted to ask Megan to stop. Most of them just wanted to tease her and see if this clown's fun was really a little problematic.
Megan only paid attention to the few people she knew and continued walking forward, but the voice continued, "I am your friend, Bane."
She stopped and stood there for a while before walking back. She saw the tall and strong man coming out of the cell. He was no longer wearing a hood, revealing a resolute face. But when facing the child, his expression and temperament were gentle, and he did not put pressure on her harshly.
Bain waved to Megan, and when she didn't move, he walked over. "Why are you here? Um... I know."
He was recently defeated by the fake Batman, the real Angel of Death, Jean-Paul Vallée, after which he was sent to Arkham Asylum, where he has almost recovered from his injuries.
Bane is quite aware of his reputation in Arkham. He defeated Batman, but was defeated by an imposter. Even though the opponent relied on equipment, what he did to Batman before, and he himself relied on Venom to win many battles. Criminals like them, in prison, there are people who admire him and there are people who try to attack and spit on him.
They were all criminals, so who was truly noble? He never cared about those words, and when he rose again, he would prove everything.
——All the criminals imprisoned in Arkham Asylum think so.
Bane's mentality is particularly strong. While recuperating from his injuries, he reflected on this experience. Venom made him strong, but also caused him to make the biggest mistake. He lost himself in this strength, which led to his ultimate failure. There are many other factors involved.
They were all worth his thinking. He used meditation instead of sleep to keep his mind clear. When he opened his eyes, he seemed to be back to the original small place... that small place was much smaller than the current cell. He had been there for ten years, but he could distinguish between the past and the present, and he just calmed down again.
He had sorted out all that, and when he stepped out of the cell, he saw the child he had personally met, her name was Megan.
Bane walked up to her and looked down at her. She was still in the same state, her eyes empty and reflecting the outside world, but there was a slight change...
She was in a dangerous situation and she didn't realize it.
After pondering for a moment, he asked, "What are you asking for?" What can a child who has closed himself off from the world ask for?
Does he seek care and love from the adults around him? New toys, playmates? Or perhaps answers to some vague questions? But what can a child with such a narrow world of his own ask for?
Last time, Bane only saw the flaws in her soul, but this time he felt strange. When he bent down, he was as big as Killer Croc, which was extremely intimidating, but Megan's perception was dull, and she was attracted by the short brown hair on his head.
She seemed fine and curious about many things, which was a good thing. So he stopped dwelling on that strange feeling and asked her where she was going. Megan didn't answer, but he understood her meaning. "Nowhere to go? Then come for a walk with me."
They said they were going to walk together, but Bain was not so considerate as to accommodate her pace. Instead, he walked a distance by himself and waited for Megan to catch up.
Bane knew something about the structure of Arkham's high-risk area, so he went to the now deserted lawn. There were no benches there, so he sat cross-legged on the ground. Megan looked at him and sat down like him.
Megan was smaller than her peers, which made her look even more pitiful sitting next to Bain. Her black curly hair fell on her shoulders, becoming fluffy in the gentle breeze. It was a cloudy day today, so she looked up at the sky.
Just the two of them together, Bane decided to say something, "I was born in a prison."
Because he is a boy, he has been guilty since he was born and needs to serve time in prison to 'atone for his sins'. But when he lost his mother at the age of six, his protection was also lost. Thus, the weak child who was still holding a teddy bear fell into the midst of a group of vicious criminals.
He fell from a great height and then fell into a coma for a month, and it was then that he had that prophetic dream, and everything about him was preparing him to embark on that path.
This included fighting back and killing the man who bullied him, the ten years he spent struggling to survive in a dark prison, the time he spent learning from books and strengthening his body after leaving, the time he conquered the prison with force, and was eventually sent by the warden to undergo biochemical experiments...
He and his companions faked his death, were thrown off a cliff and fought sharks, but he tenaciously returned to the prison, escaped from the prison, and fed the warden to the sharks.
That was his experience of becoming king. Even though it was full of hardships, when he came out of it, those things had become an indispensable part of him, integrated into his bones and blood, and engraved in his will.
Bane remembers that beginning, and he will never give up his ideals, because no one can betray his past, let alone his past self.
"But my conquest of Gotham failed."
It is an irrefutable fact that Bane dares to accept failure. He will learn lessons and continue to grow to reach the final destination.
He stated calmly: "I was blinded by the power the venom gave me. I thought that by controlling the small switch that controlled the delivery of the venom, I could control my life and determine every direction." He has realized his mistake.
"But in reality, when my tubes were cut and the venom faded from my body, that illusion of strength collapsed. I couldn't even win with my true strength. I shouldn't have thought that venom was all I possessed and could control."
Bain told Megan all his experiences, regardless of whether Megan understood or not. Perhaps it was because she was just a child who could not understand complicated things that he could get along with her so easily.
When he withdrew his gaze from the distant place and looked down at Megan, he found that she was looking up at him, and there was something terrible in her eyes!
She might have been touched by a certain word in his words, and then the dry and dead breath came out. They had already surrounded her tightly, making her want to ask for something -
Something that would bring peace to her soul.
……venom.
The author has something to say:
Happy Children's Day everyone~ Grown-up children are still children, and red envelopes will be distributed in the comment section of this chapter.
I also tried to update a chapter in the afternoon to finish this small node. I won't update on Sunday, but will upload it on Monday. The update will be at 9pm~
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