Chapter 44 Chapter 44 [VIP]
It doesn't matter whether Megan believes it or not. At least the clown is used to lying to children and doesn't feel the slightest bit of guilt about it.
He pretended to comfort her, and Megan stopped crying just before his patience ran out. The clown put her down on the ground, but this clingy child wanted to stick close to her father and even learned to pull his clothes without any instruction. She couldn't stop sobbing, and her body was shaking, but she was stubborn and insisted on being a little tail.
The clown took a quick glance and didn't care anymore. He took out a test tube from his pocket. The transparent glass tube was sealed with a rubber stopper and contained a relatively viscous light yellow liquid.
He opened the rubber stopper. The liquid inside had no special smell and was not easy to evaporate. He applied a little with his leather-gloved thumb, then pinched a piece of the semi-finished product he had mixed before and rubbed it casually into a 'pill', without caring whether his gloves were clean or not.
As an undoubted pragmatist, even if there are bacteria or viruses on the gloves, it will not affect the efficacy of the medicine, so in his opinion it is a minor problem that is not a big deal.
He made small pills for Megan and never paid attention to the hygiene and safety of the medicines, but at least he would not let children with poor immunity get sick. He had to ensure that she would not be harmed for any reason, which would cause her value to plummet and would also cause trouble for himself.
The clown pinched it, picked up Megan who was watching his actions, pinched her jaw, and threw the crudely made medicine into her mouth. As expected, the child choked and felt discomfort in her throat, but there was purified water in the laboratory, so he just gave her some water to wash the medicine down.
Although she was coaxed just now, her emotions were only calmed down, and the physical pain was not resolved yet.
Now that she had taken the medicine, it was working quickly—it was the Joker's exclusive patent, after all! Her headaches, tinnitus, tachycardia, and nervous fatigue all subsided, and her fair, tender face gradually became relaxed.
The Joker's gaze fell on her, and seeing her changes, he also thought of something that Megan didn't know, but he knew it too well, and deep wrinkles appeared between his brows.
——Many of the drugs in this laboratory were obtained when Megan was taken there and she first responded. Connected with the current situation, fate is like a circle.
He had plans and ideas for the child at that time, and now she has indeed become what he expected, without even the slightest deviation.
This was a perfect experiment. He put in the effort and got the expected reward. There was nothing better in the world! Rather than saying it was fate, it was the result of his careful planning. This was what he deserved.
Megan, who was being looked at by him, took the medicine and was in much better condition. Even though she had cried for a long time before and her eyes were red and swollen, she opened her eyes wide and stared back at him.
The figure of the clown appeared in her clear and pure eyes, revealing all she had. Megan calmed down little by little, and her self-awareness tried to emerge again. She was particularly courageous on this night. Her spirit had been stimulated, and the door that trapped her was suddenly opened, and she would always curiously try to explore outside.
Megan is afraid of the outside world, but now she is with the Joker.
She opened her arms—
Like a little bird crying for food in a nest, but she didn't ask for anything because she had already believed in a sweet lie. At this moment, she clumsily and cautiously put her cheek against the clown's chest, then slowly closed her arms and hugged him.
It's a hug that's so imitative that the steps are weird.
The Joker indulged her tender gesture, pulled the corners of his scarlet mouth, and said to her: "Okay Megan, if you hugged me enough, you should know--" He raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"It's already half past eleven. If you don't go to bed now, you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."
He picked up the child again and looked down at her as she closed her eyes obediently. It was already past her bedtime and she was still under the effect of the medicine, so she fell asleep completely in a short while.
So what would he do next? Create some random incident to consume or destroy her?
The clown fell into deep thought. He had invested a lot of effort in her. It was easy to deceive a child with an empty head and nothing, but it required some performance and effort. Even acting was not without cost. As for the money he spent? No, that was nothing.
What is really expensive is time and energy. You have to know that it has been more than a year, nearly two years, since I got her.
He personally wrote the experiences and information of the Damon family and turned it into "reality", playing the role of Arthur Damon. Countless troubles followed, and even when he was busy with other things in Arkham Asylum, he had to patch up these two identities to avoid suspicion.
Even if you want to use her, you have to consider the costs and benefits. There have been undercurrents in Gotham City recently, but if you put Megan into it, it would be a complete loss-making deal and you wouldn't get any real fun. It would be such a waste.
Many crazy and cruel thoughts flashed through his mind, but the Joker still had a smile on his face. The results of the experiment on Megan had been achieved, and she still had value that could only be realized in the future, and she still had to be maintained now.
It was getting late, so he didn't stay in the lab. He carried Megan up the stairs and returned to the two-story building where the Damon family temporarily lived.
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Megan woke up and went to look for her father, and the clown hadn't left yet.
He was at Megan's usual place, standing in front of the window at the end of the second-floor corridor. He had changed back into his clown costume. Since it was summer, he didn't wear a windbreaker, but he was still fully armed in a suit and tie, even his dark green hair was neatly groomed. When he heard Megan's footsteps, he turned around and the black tie at the collar of his shirt moved.
The Joker raised his eyebrows and saw Megan come over and hug his legs. He tried to move, but the child's hug was too loose and it would be easy for him to break free, but he didn't do that.
He leaned over casually, lifted the strands of hair from her forehead, and asked, "I'm going to be gone for a few days. You can adapt to being alone, right, Megan?"
There was no mention of Bob in the words at all. Megan was not very smart after all, so she didn't think there was anything wrong. She slowly understood and looked up at the clown. She was not stingy in responding now. After she nodded, the clown carried her away.
He left cleanly and quickly, and Megan stayed here. Even though she saw Bob coming back soon, she still felt inexplicably... this place became empty. Although it was still the things she was familiar with, they were all silent.
Objects were limited in the responses they could give her; they couldn't speak or laugh.
After breakfast, Megan walked around the entire building and finally tiptoed on the windowsill, looking at the sky outside.
Even though she could say "Woo" and call "Daddy", the breath and tone of her voice were strange. Because she had never practiced speaking, her voice sounded unfamiliar and always weak.
So when Bob passed by her with a rag, he heard her muffled voice: "Miegai." It was a very light and very strange sound, which made Bob think he was hallucinating, but it was actually her name. After all, this was the word that appeared most frequently in her mind.
She realized that the person was calling her, and after a while she slowly nodded, responding to herself.
Bob was still suspicious. He knew very well how his care for Megan had been neglected before, but sometimes she would respond, such as being called to eat, taking things from him, and going somewhere else when he cleaned and asked her to move a little...
These are very weak responses from Megan. Even though she said nothing, it proved that she was not unresponsive to the outside world and knew what she wanted to do. She just couldn't give more responses.
Bob hesitated for a long time and finally decided to ask Megan. He took care of the child on a daily basis, but was very careful about the distance between them, because children were still in the process of growing and learning, and they might not know how to get along with others. However, there is a distance between everyone, and the distance is even greater when the gender is different.
He carefully stood beside Megan, pretending to wipe the window to attract Megan's attention. After looking at her, he whispered, "What's wrong?" He chose his words very carefully.
Megan's response was different from any time before. She raised one arm, gestured in the air with her fingers, and opened her mouth. She actually uttered "Miega." Instead of a meaningless "woo" sound, it was slightly different from the one he had just heard.
Bob was puzzled by her movements and sounds, but Megan looked at him after she finished. After a while, she realized that he didn't understand, so she looked away, let her arms hang on the windowsill, and ignored her.
Megan is a mean kid.
Because Bob didn't give her positive feedback, she didn't express it a second time. She pulled her fluffy hair in front of her and swept the ends of her hair across her face.
Bob really didn't understand what she meant, but he was sincerely happy to notice this change in her. From the first time he met her until now, Megan has become better and better.
He believed that only time, money, and love could help Megan's self-awareness recover and improve. He also saw that the Joker had great patience with her. He knew the Joker's true nature, but he still believed...
Meghan is a loved child.
In the following days, when Bob saw the report on TV, the Joker planned another bombing, plunging Gotham into chaos, but he had been arrested and sent back to Arkham.
The news media is always secretive and will not directly acknowledge the existence of Batman, so the usual report is that as soon as the GCPD arrived at the scene, they found the Joker and subdued him.
The Joker was sent back to Arkham by Batman, which was not surprising to him, and he sent Nelson to pick him up.
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