Chapter 40 Chapter 40 [VIP]
There are cats calling. Megan is already familiar with the various sounds made by stray cats. When she was still unable to distinguish human emotions, the first emotions she felt were from cats.
Cats are good, they'll get close to her, rubbing against each other and making low purring sounds. When she didn't understand and repeatedly showed Bob the docile cat, it took him a long time to understand what she meant, and then he explained, "It's because it feels comfortable and happy."
Cats are loyal animals that only purr when they feel comfortable and happy. Megan didn't know why she thought of herself...
When she stood under the tree, when she looked at the flowing water and heard the sound of the wind, when it made that "woosh" sound, perhaps she had already felt something.
But she had not yet gained a deeper understanding, and was still clueless, not understanding the meaning. She continued to hold the cat that was playing with her, and rubbed her fluffy hair against the even fluffier but somewhat rough Wirehair cat. Its fur was rough compared to other types of cats, and compared to humans, human hair might be harder.
The Wirehaired cat is willing to play with Megan. It has stripes all over its body and looks like a cool predator, but its personality is the most gentle and friendly among the cats. It often passes by the downtown area to visit its friends.
Today was the same, it was hiding with Megan in the window position next to the living room.
Megan moved a high stool to sit on, and laid her upper body on the windowsill, while the tabby cat next to her put half of its body on her arm and neck. They lay together to enjoy the cool air, because there was no sun here for half of the afternoon and it was cool enough.
The cat was purring, one sound after another, and the tip of its tail twitched from time to time, which attracted Megan's attention. So she poked it with her finger, but her movements were clumsy and her strength was light, which made the cat think that her hunting skills were too lacking. It would be better to tease her and let her practice more techniques.
But it didn't matter that she couldn't hunt, and it didn't matter that she was picky and didn't eat the delicious food the cat fed her. Cats wouldn't despise their friends, because she didn't look thin and hungry, so she must have her own way of hunting, or like those cats that were kept but couldn't hunt, she was also a kept cat. Big.
In terms of different living habits, cats are more open-minded. As long as they are not starved to death, their requirements are not high. It is a good thing to be able to see friends after each season.
After playing with the cat for a while, Megan grabbed its tail. The cat did not show any stress or discomfort and continued to shake the tip of its tail. After a while, she found that she still did not let go. The weather was hot and the temperature of her palms was not low either, so she kicked her leg on her arm and easily pulled the tail back.
The cat has yellow-green eyes, and its pupils appear vertical during the day, but it thinks it is very cute, especially when looking at its friends. It is hard for it not to think so. Even its pupils are slightly dilated, proving that its gaze is very focused and serious.
Because there is never any hostility towards friends, there are "pheromones" between animals, and things that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye can be detected from pheromones. Cats have a keen sense of danger, and stray cats are even more so. The slightest movement will arouse their vigilance, and the hostility and malice from other creatures can be detected more quickly.
The reason Megan can become good friends with them is that she is harmless, a message that usually only exists in young creatures. Although she is big and can even pick up a cat... cats believe that their feelings are not wrong.
A person and a cat were lying on the ground. Megan looked up at the sky, trying to accumulate strength to support her in such a peaceful life. The air flowed from her chest to her nasal cavity, making a long "woo--" sound.
She no longer imitates the cat's meow or the dog's.
Because they seem to be different.
Megan thought naively that cats and dogs were small, and even if some were relatively large, they would not be bigger than her. Besides, they would not give her commands, nor could they speak like the people around her.
The most important thing is that when she gets along with them, she doesn't feel depressed or uncomfortable at all. She doesn't need to express herself or respond effortlessly. When her mind is empty, it's like returning to the most comfortable environment before, that is, behind the barrier.
Children's barriers sometimes repel large adults, but small animals can easily squeeze in. Even though Megan's barriers have been broken, inertial thinking will always exist, and the invisible barriers will still stand in place, requiring Megan to realize that she can get out.
"This is a bad habit," the Joker said, "Megan, you're still that cowardly person, still in denial."
She remembered what the clown said, but those words slipped away from her mind without leaving any trace. She didn't understand the words no matter how hard she tried to recall them, and thinking too much made her head feel heavy.
After Megan finished meowing, she lowered her head and rubbed it against the cat's head. When she meowed easily again, the cat's meow also sounded, and its meow was also very sticky. Compared to her emptiness, the cat's emotions were obviously richer.
She stayed here, Bob went out, and there was only a cat by her side. She looked lonely, but she didn't feel it herself. In the dark, there were several eyes staring at her, some of which were cats and some of which were birds.
The falcon is a trained scout bird. It escaped when its owner was caught and began to wander. However, as a predator in the sky, it has almost never been hungry. Now it stays in the woods near Damon's house and catches a sparrow to eat.
It was a very ordinary bird, but the falcon had a feeling that it was a little strange, so he simply caught it and used it as food.
There were some cats around. The falcon was familiar with the cats at Damon's house, but it was still wary of cats it had never seen before. It stood at a very high position, staring down with its smart eyes. It relaxed a little after watching for a long time without finding anything unusual. However, the falcon's strong concentration allowed it to stay in one position and stare for several days in a row.
Bird is not the only one in Gotham City who can train birds;
As for the characters associated with cats, she possesses charm and a personality as cold and independent as a cat. She also had some minor conflicts with Bane before. Cats are creatures that hold grudges, so when she discovered the traces of the falcon, she naturally began to track it down, and now she has a few clues...
In another place, Catwoman, who was accompanying a cat, was confused as to how the falcon trained by Bane could be related to a child who looked very autistic?
However, children born with defects may have talents in other areas that are beyond the reach of ordinary people, such as animal affinity. Some people are very fond of animals, and such people are not isolated cases.
Catwoman's sense of morality is not high, but it is not so low that she would attack children at will. Moreover, the connection between them has not been confirmed at all, so she soon stopped caring and began to calm down. She still has her own job.
The falcon standing on the tree did not relax its vigilance. When it occasionally made a cry, the cat and people below would look around, trying to find where it was. Cats have strong perception and can determine the general direction even from a long distance. Megan had average hearing and slow reaction. If she couldn't find it, she would just hang her arms outside the window sill. At this time, the cat would comfort her.
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The clown returned here at night, but it was not yet Megan's bedtime, so he opened the door and saw the child holding a meeting with his doll.
It was summer now, so the carpets that had been on the floor during the winter were removed. Bob had cleaned the house very well, so she sat directly on the tiles, which was cool and more comfortable.
Megan sat cross-legged in the middle, surrounded by a circle of dolls. With Bob, her dedicated bodyguard, she got a lot of dolls and toys, and now all the plush toys were placed around her... a kind of boring fun for a child.
And she simply sat there, not even picking up the dolls, just looking around at them, showing an appearance that could perhaps be called contentment.
The clown who walked in had his usual lip curled, with almost no expression visible, but he greeted Megan as usual. After saying 'good evening', Megan got up, walked out of her doll circle, came to him and looked up at him.
The clown raised his brows but looked bored. He was fed up with her little actions and just leaned over to pinch her cheek. "I'm not in the mood to play with you, Megan, you have to understand me--" He performed exaggeratedly and carelessly.
"I'm exhausted out there. Who is the same as you? I've cured your illness and given you enough time to adapt."
Who wouldn't say he was a good father? He'd given her the utmost care! Even to this day, he worried about her condition, devised countless solutions, and then figured out the best one to implement, watching her gradually improve.
It was obvious to the naked eye that Megan was in much better condition than when she was first picked up. She looked up at him, her eyes bright and clear because of the light shining in, and the look she cast at him was more focused than anything else.
This is a simple child who expresses her love directly in her eyes. Even if she doesn't say anything, her eyes can tell everything.
The Joker also sacrificed so much for her, taking her away, making her his own daughter, providing her with a good living environment, sheltering her, and raising her...
The care he lavished on Megan was so overwhelming that even he himself felt dizzy. He was afraid that apart from the little bat, there was no other person who could receive his special treatment and so much dedication.
Maybe there's a little magic in kids like Meghan—
Just be a little more patient, give her something, and you can get phased results. Even if others don't see any changes, in the eyes of the clown, even the slightest change in her is too obvious, just like looking at her through a microscope. She is more susceptible to feedback than ordinary people, especially since she was influenced by him and came out of an extreme situation.
Such gains and such illusions will confuse people, so will the clown be addicted to them?
Of course he didn't! She was his possession, his joy, and he only had Megan to raise. He didn't have the patience to bring home another child and raise her, because the first gift was a surprise, and the ones after that were just imitations.
The clown looked at Megan deeply, with a meaningful expression on his pale face. He said, "Okay, my child, go play by yourself over there."
He brushed Megan's cheek away and went upstairs, and she followed him. When the Joker looked back, he saw that she was playing a strange trick on her face.
The tall and thin man in a rose-red tuxedo was silent for a moment, and the smile on his face deepened.
Megan, who landed on the steps below him, was obviously not aware that she was doing something strange. Her hands were still on her cheeks, making her expression very strange. When the clown stopped and looked at her, he still didn't understand what was wrong.
He asked, "Would you mind telling me what you're doing?"
Megan, on the other hand, didn't understand what he said. She stared at his expression for a while, then made adjustments on her face with her hands, and finally pushed up the sides of her cheeks.
It wasn't a smile, for there was no emotion or feeling in it; it was just a poor imitation.
The author has something to say:
My update schedule becomes unstable when I'm on holiday, because I usually slack off and write during work hours. I like to take advantage of my boss to further my hobby, but when I'm not working on holiday, I lose most of my passion for writing (?)
Sorry, the recent update time may be very chaotic, I will post it as soon as I finish writing~
And to those of you who have just returned from the college entrance exams! I wish you all the best in your hard work.
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