Chapter 39 Chapter 39 [VIP]
In the days since returning from the playground and the hospital, Megan didn't seem to have changed much. After all, she still couldn't make expressions and was still taciturn and uncommunicative. But her eyes were clear and bright, filled with many things she had never seen before, and she also had more "little movements" in her daily life.
She didn't study during this time because her tutor was fired before she went to the playground.
At that time, the Joker decided to be responsible for her "education", so she could put her studies aside for a while. She had to make changes, and these changes should not involve anyone else. The Joker had to guide her alone. Otherwise, if Megan had changes that he did not expect, it would drive him crazy.
But after bringing changes to her, the Joker lost interest and no longer looked at her all the time, so Megan had more time to herself.
Megan takes the little pills the Joker gives her every day. As for the medications prescribed at the hospital? Perhaps it's not that those drug developers are just famous for nothing, but the Joker is also a chemist who should be underestimated. Otherwise, his laughing gas wouldn't be constantly updated and updated, to the point that even Batman is helpless.
Besides, who else knows Meghan's situation better than him?
The small pills that the Joker made specifically for Megan were a bit rough to the touch, as if they were randomly pressed into a mold, but their efficacy was miraculous.
Suppressing Megan's painful emotions also reduced her physical pain to almost nothing, leaving only a minor dizziness occasionally. The psychiatric drugs on the market have no such effect.
If the Joker wanted to, he could have sold the patent for the drug and made a lot of money! You know, there are so many people in the world who suffer from mental illness. They all want to gain inner peace and not be affected by the disease.
But he only wants to bring the cruelest truth to the world - starting with madness, chaos and disorder, and performing with bloodshed and death, while he stands in the center of the stage, announcing the beginning of the drama again and again: this world is a huge joke!
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Since the Joker wasn't there, Megan played by herself.
At the beginning, she would only stare at the blueprint when holding a jigsaw puzzle, but later she could try to put it together by herself. Even if some pieces were not in the right position, the mistakes were not very obvious. This was a huge improvement for her.
There were two places where she stayed most often: the space between the living room and the window on the first floor, and a long space at the end of the corridor on the second floor. There was also a window at the end, through which daylight shone, and occasionally 'guests' would come through the open window.
It's Megan's cat friend who cares about her.
The stray cats in the downtown area had spread the word that there was a clumsy little cub locked up here. Although she was big, she was still too small compared to the other giants. Her movements were clumsy and not agile at all. She seemed to have no way of hunting on her own.
The cat was very worried about her and would sometimes come to see if she was okay and bring her the prey she had caught after filling her stomach. However, after initially realizing that she would not eat those things, the cat gradually brought her some human food or small items.
A wire-bristled cat jumped in through the window. It looked around and didn't see the child, so it opened its mouth and meowed. After a while, it saw the child coming up from downstairs.
Megan also saw the cat. She was already very skilled. She opened her mouth and made a strange sound of "Baa". The cat thought something was wrong with her. It jumped over and circled around her a few times, but didn't find anything wrong.
Puzzled, the cat walked back to the window and pushed the little thing it had brought towards Megan. It was a small fish doll. It had played with Megan's yellow bob before and knew that they were made of similar materials and were toys for cubs.
Megan picked up the fish doll. It was small, chubby, and covered in dust. It had a chain attached to it that looked like a pendant that could be hung on something.
After receiving the gift, Megan sat down on the spot. The Wirehaired Cat walked over to her and clung to her, applying its scent to her, thinking that this would mark the kitten and let other animals know that she was also cared for by a cat.
Megan bent down and rubbed her head against the cat, and the cat stayed clingy with her for a while.
This quiet, non-noisy, and inactive child seems to have a good relationship with plants and animals. When she was in Arkham Asylum, Poison Ivy's plants liked her, and now the stray cats are also nice to her.
But just as they were leaning against each other, Bob heard the cat meowing and came upstairs. The cat didn't like Bob because he was a nasty human who would catch the cat and give it a bath, and Bob thought he was doing the right thing.
When the clown is not around, Bob takes care of Megan's daily life in the small building. Those wild cats, whose bodies may or may not have lice or have been vaccinated, like to get close to children. As an adult who knows a lot about hygiene and safety, he certainly can't just sit there and do nothing.
As he stepped up the stairs, he saw Megan looking at him. Her green eyes were full of vitality even in the backlight, reflecting the outside world without any meaning in them, but Bob was used to her gaze.
The Wirehaired Cat looked over before Megan did, his eyes wild.
Bob looked at it and said to Megan, "The cat has lice and needs some drops."
This was not the first time he had said this to Megan. After all, cats resisted taking baths and would not be taken for vaccinations obediently, so he could only apply anthelmintic drops to the cat. Megan did not understand what he meant at first, but later she gradually understood.
She herself would have a headache and feel uncomfortable, and she would need to take medicine to get better. After taking the medicine, she would no longer feel pain. However, cats also have problems with their fur, and they also need to take medicine to get better.
So when Bob couldn't catch the cat and would not beat or scold the stray cat in front of Megan, he could only teach Megan this principle little by little and asked her to deworm the cat.
Megan nodded quietly, and when Bob approached to get her the anthelmintic, the cat nimbly jumped onto the window, watched him come and go, and then returned to Megan warily. Its scent on the cub was still there, so it should still be effective.
The cat didn't want its kitten to be caught touching the water, so it looked at Bob with an especially intense and serious expression, not to mention that Bob was a big cat and had taken away the toy it had given to the kitten!
In fact, no one would feel comfortable letting children play with dirty toys. If they are picked up in a very dirty environment, they may be contaminated with viruses.
Bob tried hard to respect Megan's wishes and kept everything the cat brought her, even the flowers and leaves that sometimes fell there, which he dried or made into bookmarks.
If Megan can one day truly understand the world and herself, and when she can fully express her wishes, he can give her all those things.
Megan will be fine, and she will wake up to find that the world loves her without a doubt.
Now, the cat, not letting down its guard until Bob had left, slinked back to continue marking Megan, who reached out and carefully picked up the cat, placing it in front of her, parting the soft fur on the back of its neck and squeezing all the drops onto it.
The cat was not very used to it, and the back of its neck was wet. When it wanted to shake its head, it suddenly leaned forward and arched its back, and stretched out the sharp claws of its front paws from between the pads, trying to grab the ground. Just as it let out a threatening growl in its throat, a not-so-big falcon landed.
The falcon took two steps on the windowsill, ignoring the cat's intimidating behavior, and stared at Megan. It was obvious that her affinity with animals was not limited to cats. This falcon had a brief acquaintance with her and would occasionally fly over to get a meal.
It has also been dewormed, but unlike cat drops, the deworming medicine is taken orally and targets internal parasites.
When Bob downstairs heard the fluttering of wings, he knew that a guest had arrived and it was time to prepare the meal.
Cats and birds don't get along very well. Sometimes when a falcon is hungry, even if it knows that cats are difficult to deal with, they are still on its diet. To a cat, a falcon is a large bird that is difficult to deal with, but when it appears in its field of vision, it automatically arouses its desire to hunt.
When the falcon flew into the house and circled around, the cat suddenly jumped out of the window. It didn't have much appetite, so it took its leave first.
The falcon actually has a good temper. It is raised by a man code-named "Bird", who is a master bird trainer.
If you want to tame a falcon that is born free and wild, make it gentle and obedient, and obey orders, human will has already overcome it at the very beginning of training the falcon, and its soul can only learn loyalty by being ruled.
It folded its wings and strolled around the house. When it came to Megan's side, it looked at her with its little eyes. Megan was not afraid and was already very familiar with it. She reached out to flip its feathers and touched its beak.
The falcon smacked its lips, deliberately avoiding her hand with its sharp tip, and waited for its meal here in a swaggering manner.
Megan looked down at it with a focused gaze, and suddenly rubbed her head against the falcon. Different species, cats and birds have different habits. Of course, it didn't understand the meaning of the cat's friendly rubbing behavior, but indulged her little action.
But when she tried to imitate the eagle's call and made a strange "hoo" sound, the falcon walked away with a heroic stride.
Megan tilted her head, still unwilling to give in. When she was about to make another "ga" sound, the falcon flapped its wing on her arm. Then she knew that the falcon was rejecting her, and slowly became quiet.
Before, she slowly understood how things responded to her, and she also tried to understand people's responses little by little from her own and others' behavior. Although there was still a lot she didn't understand, she had enough time to accept, remember, and understand. Moreover, no one urged her during the whole process.
Nothing horrible happened.
Megan was very scared before, but now she seems to be fine...
Falcon went to eat and drink water, and Bob was tidying up downstairs. They were all making their own noises.
She was still sitting here, and it seemed like a long time had passed, but in her own world, almost no time had passed. After suddenly coming back to her senses, Megan looked out the window and saw the sky that seemed to be burning in the evening.
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Megan didn't know how to use metaphors yet, and the only association she had couldn't make her think of anything. She just looked at the sky, her clear eyes without any meaning.
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Here it comes! A lighter chapter, this is Megan's cat and eagle friend, yay!
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