Chapter 46 Chapter 46 [VIP]
The period of real influence and shaping of Megan has passed, and the most important part has been implanted in her subconscious and cognition. The Joker does not care about other people approaching the child, not to mention that it was his wish to take her back to Arkham.
So when she returns to Arkham Asylum, that means returning to the eyes of the mentally ill criminals imprisoned there, it is natural that she will have contact and communication with them.
But he was here to pick someone up, and the Joker let Megan hold his hand. Under Poison Ivy's vicious gaze, he even bent down condescendingly to pat her on the back. From his familiar movements, it was obvious that he had done this more than once or twice. Even Megan was not surprised, and she even put her face on the back of his hand.
——This is such a joke. How can a madman act like a kind father?
To Poison Ivy, it was simply unbelievable, but it was much better to regard his actions as a pretense, and it was completely reasonable. At least, she should not be deceived by the clown's performance, but she really felt that there was a strange meaning that made her unable to spit it out... Maybe she was disgusted.
The Joker didn't care what she thought, and had no intention of paying any attention to Poison Ivy who had taken the lead. He raised his chin to signal Megan, then turned around and left cleanly.
He was a tall and thin man, always moving decisively and taking big steps, but Megan was a slow-moving child with a poor sense of balance. She couldn't keep up with him even when she ran with her short legs. When she was about to fall, the clown suddenly stopped, and Megan bumped into his legs and was picked up before she fell to the ground.
Megan was picked up by her father and sat on his arms. Looking back, she saw Poison Ivy still standing there with a very subtle expression, but she was unaware of it.
Her head and arms were resting on the same side of the clown's neck, her back pinned down so she couldn't move in a large arc. She wanted to do something, but her mind was blank. Finally, she saw the vine that had greeted her before raise its head again and sway from side to side, and Megan also imitated it by tilting her head twice.
She had no idea what the vines controlled by Poison Ivy meant. She was just imitating and learning, but she couldn't judge whether the object of her learning was correct.
She has not received unified socialization training, does not have much common sense of life, and does not understand many things.
Poison Ivy roughly guessed that the Joker might let Megan learn from the criminals who had been imprisoned in Arkham. After all, as long as they didn't think about escaping from prison or wanted to find something for Batman to do, they were a group of very idle people. Most of the mentally ill criminals had high IQs and high education levels. It should be easy for them to teach a child, right?
However, when she saw Megan's clumsy movements, the originally cold-faced Poison Ivy laughed. She didn't like the Joker and had opinions about this crazy and terrifying lunatic, but about Megan?
Well, she admitted that this was a cute child, even if she belonged to the clown...that didn't matter.
Poison Ivy calmed down, blew a kiss to Megan, and waited patiently to see what she would do.
However, this action was a bit difficult for Megan. She put her arms behind the clown and swung them, trying to imitate it, but she couldn't confirm the steps and details, so she immediately returned to her previous state, turning a blind eye and ignoring it, like a child without perception and trapped in her own world.
The clown noticed her little movement, and Megan's head drooped down, resting against his neck. He patted her back, not showing much patience. "Don't move around, okay? Little girl, I don't think you want to be thrown to the ground."
Megan was carried back to his cell by the Joker. As soon as she was put down on the ground, she stood in front of the dark room door and looked back at the Joker.
The clown was wearing a tuxedo suit with a bow tie at the collar and an acid flower on the left chest. He walked over and put his hand on Megan's shoulder and said with a smile: "It's not good not to be able to speak. If you want me to do something, just express it. Otherwise, I won't pay attention, Megan."
"Dad," the obedient Megan reached out and touched the darkroom door, her tone muffled and her pronunciation inaccurate, "door."
She can't even say come in the door!
She already has a mouth, but her entire system is outdated, with a backlog that has not been updated in time, and there are only a few words in the vocabulary!
The Joker was keeping an eye on her, so of course he knew all this. She'd learned a lot from Killer Croc before, but could her brain really connect words with reality?
The language system is a mess, the database is lacking, and the search library has no system architecture... There are a lot of problems. If she were a computer, she would have been smashed impatiently by the user. However, now the Joker is her design engineer and is also responsible for program maintenance.
Even if she seems to have improved, the subsequent work is more troublesome. It takes a lot of effort to keep her in a 'good' state. Otherwise, let her learn criminal methods from the madmen in Arkham? And become neurotic like them?
Just think about it, if she really learned to be exactly like someone else, he would be furious.
The clown raised an eyebrow at the thought, but he would take control of everything. As for now? He had to open the door for the child, but when he reached the darkroom door, he didn't want to fulfill her wish. He lowered his head and said to Megan hypocritically, "It's still early in the evening, Megan, stay outside for a while." Then he walked away.
They were not outside Arkham now and there were no audiences, so he was too lazy to pretend to be a kind father. He returned to the table, where there was a stack of information on it, which was the content of his previous cooperation with the Penguin. He glanced at some important information and then took out a shredder.
His cell was filled with all sorts of gadgets, lots of tools, parts, and materials, in addition to his collection of Batman-related items.
Behind those things with the bat mark is his disassembly and reassembly of parts and systems. If he doesn't have a sufficient understanding of Batman's technology, he will make some intolerable mistakes -
They left the country while installing covert surveillance, underestimated the data analysis capabilities of the Batcomputer, were unable to crack important programs or open door locks, their plans were full of loopholes, they were tracked by locators, could not find the eavesdropping devices and thus leaked secrets, their prepared surprises were easily destroyed or dismantled, and so on.
Underestimating the power of technology is a very fatal thing. This is an era of technology, and Batman's equipment will always bring him some surprises. When the other party has an update, he will seize the opportunity to keep up, strive to know them well, and finally return the surprise to Batman unexpectedly. This is a game of give and take.
Apart from being a mentally ill criminal, the Joker is undoubtedly a highly intelligent scientist with research and development capabilities. He doesn't want to become too like his arch-enemy, as that would be pointless. He has no intention of replicating the Batcave, but he has made a clown car, and even the blueprints for the Joker Park were drawn by him!
So it was not surprising to have these little gadgets in his cell. After shredding the document, the Joker threw the garbage aside and looked down at Megan who was sitting next to his chair again.
Meghan was very sensitive to her father's gaze, she raised her head and opened her mouth: "Dad."
She looked so well-behaved, but the clown seemed to have a premonition that he would be scolded. After all, Megan had learned a new "skill" and was no longer autistic. Children always want to show off to adults, and they will not get tired of it, just to get positive feedback from those close to them and trust them.
It means wanting to be praised.
He was annoyed just thinking about it, and the smile on his face was cruel and ferocious. He pinched her cheek with his hand, and his hand couldn't help but use force, and said, "It's still early for a break, go out and play by yourself."
"Go find your friends and don't bother me." After letting go, he waved his hand in annoyance and turned away, ignoring her.
Megan's cheek was pinched a little painfully, but she didn't express it, nor did she think that this was a sign that the Joker was mean to her. She sat by his chair for a while, and seeing that the Joker was immersed in his own things and didn't pay any attention to her, she obediently went out.
She squeezed out of the half-open cell door with a clown's small wrench in her hand. It was a bit heavy, and Megan had no idea of the material in her head. She just felt that it seemed different from many things. She walked on the road without thinking about anything, but suddenly had the idea of knocking on the wall of the passage with it.
A muffled sound.
After walking a few more steps, Megan suddenly heard her own footsteps. She lifted one foot, looked around a little unsteadily, and walked a few more steps. Her footsteps became light, and she suddenly squatted down and knocked on the floor with a wrench.
Although Arkham had laid floor tiles many years ago and worked very hard to create a hospital environment, after experiencing many large-scale prison breaks, Arkham was attacked from time to time. They no longer spent money on floor tiles, but instead turned to upgrading the prison system and maintaining prison facilities and equipment.
The floor was also concrete, and the knocking sound was no different from the wall. Megan didn't notice anything different, so she stood up and walked forward.
So when Killer Croc heard the news and came to look for someone, he saw the child he hadn't seen for a long time. He found that she was holding a wrench in her hand, trying to hit something she saw on the road, and his steps paused for a moment.
The monster was huge, but he had great control over his body, and the sound of his footsteps could be suppressed to almost insignificant. So Megan, who had her back to him, didn't know someone was coming until she heard his deliberately muffled breathing.
It was a rumble like thunder that Megan had heard countless times, echoing in the corridors, or being blown by the wind on the lawn outside, or in the library when he was teaching her, it would sound softly but always announced his presence, proving that he was by her side.
Megan looked at him, and Killer Croc saw that there was more self in her eyes. She was reminiscing, and even though the ability to think was not yet fully mastered, it would occasionally manifest itself.
She was still not afraid of this hideous and terrifying monster, so she walked a little faster and stood in front of him.
To Killer Croc, she grew a little taller, which was a small yet huge change. The former was because their physique difference was already huge, and this change was not even easy to notice, but from the perspective of caring, it would feel like a huge change.
Killer Croc exhaled through his nose and watched Megan walk in front of him, the hand holding the wrench hanging down, while the other hand was raised with five fingers spread out, as if trying to grasp.
He extended one of his sharp claws and she gently grasped it.
The author has something to say:
Killer Croc: The Joker took her out, is she working as a repairman?
Joker: The little mouse is messing with his things again.
After all, Arkham is more lively.
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