Chapter 49 Chapter 49 [VIP]
When Megan came back with the small socket wrench, the Joker saw this and glanced at the things that were taken away from him. He couldn't help but pinch Megan's face to see where she got the energy from.
She didn't feel blamed and even raised the wrench and waved it, which was meaningless because she neither expressed it nor showed it, but it definitely showed her restlessness.
Only then did the Joker begin to suspect that taking a small pill to solve all her negative problems might be a wrong thing to do.
Without the pills, she would indeed calm down and stop moving around, but her dying and crying appearance was annoying, so there was no solution that could satisfy him.
He stared at her with a gloomy and sinister look, and finally snatched the 'toy' from her hand and threw it without any hesitation, hitting the corner of the cell. It finally landed on a pile of things, making a tinkling sound. Megan was very curious about the noise, and when she wanted to turn around to see, the clown let go of her hand.
"Megan, I remember I told you not to touch my things." She wouldn't become disobedient so quickly, right?
Megan looked around the corner for a few seconds, following the sound, before looking at the clown. She raised her hands, placed them on the clown's arms, and leaned closer. "Dad."
She only speaks in such a dry voice, without any expression. She does whatever she wants! There is no child in the world more willful and self-centered than her!
The clown was extremely dissatisfied with her, but he stared at this clueless child. Seeing that she was still unaware of this, and even rested her chin on his arm without showing any fear, he lowered his voice and said slowly, "Don't test my patience too much, child. You won't solve any problems by acting like a spoiled child."
When young animals roll around and act coquettishly, will the cruel hunter feel any mercy?
If she really wants to be lively and cute, she should open a hole on her face and smile like him - face the world with a smile. It is not a bad thing to be full of energy and enthusiasm at this time. After all, they are the same. Show your good attitude to those "bad" ones.
But as a madman rather than a fool, the Joker knows clearly that Megan is still empty-headed and unqualified in everything she does. When she laughs, she will just be a fool.
Thinking of these things, the smile on the clown's face became even more terrifying. He stood up and pulled Megan off him. Seeing that she still wanted to stick to him, he put one hand on her head and spun her around.
"Go back to your bedroom and get out of the way."
He would watch over Megan at any time, but that did not mean he had to be a babysitter, and he gave her enough freedom - although Arkham Asylum was their prison, Megan was not its prisoner. She could not recognize the limitations here, and because of the poverty of her thoughts and cognition, there was a vaster world waiting to be explored.
Even though the world outside Arkham is truly vast and limitless, Megan is still unfamiliar with the outside world. What she needs is not freedom, but gradual adaptation.
No one in Arkham would rush her, and the bored criminals would teach her many things, promoting her continuous growth.
Now the clown pointed in a direction. Megan turned her eyes and saw that the darkroom door had already been opened. She was an obedient child, but she still paused for a moment. The clown seemed to understand what she was thinking and repeated the order impatiently: "Go back to the darkroom."
She couldn't really roll on the ground. If she did that, it would only make the clown angrier. Fortunately, she hadn't learned that trick yet.
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The next day after Megan came back, she got up early in the morning and took the small fish tank from the shelf in her bedroom after having breakfast. She had left Arkham for a long time and the fish tank had dried up. The small plastic fish fell to the bottom of the tank and would no longer float with the water.
When she held it up to brighter light, she saw obvious water marks on the bottom of the tank. She took the fish out and found that it also felt slightly uneven to the touch.
Weird.
Megan showed it to the clown. Even such a small thing required an explanation. Her father said impatiently, "It's not worth being surprised about, Megan. It's just that you didn't realize it until now."
Sometimes what is strange is not necessarily the things or phenomena, but the fact that people have not recognized them before. When they suddenly discover them, they will naturally feel strange. Once they remember it in their heads, they will not question it next time.
Megan's knowledge is too poor and inadequate. These are what she lacks the most. Her ignorance is laughable.
The clown glanced at her and the little gadget and put on a fake smile, "Go clean it yourself, you'll find it's not a problem, don't make a fuss." He also gave his own advice!
Then he watched Megan squeeze out of the cell door with the fish tank and the fish. She never pushed or closed the door. She always stretched out her hands or face first, flapping her hands and feet to force herself out, leaving him speechless.
When Megan came back from the bathroom, the small plastic fish bowl in her hands was already half filled with water. She held it carefully in both hands and looked down to see the little fish floating up again, swaying with the waves.
There were still some marks on the bottom of the fish tank. Megan washed it for a long time, but only washed away some dirty dust. There was also a special mark in the middle of the bottom of the fish tank, where the little fish had lain. It slept there for a long time, until the water dried up underneath it. When Megan picked it up, it was also covered with dust.
Although someone came to clean Arkham when the Joker was not there, almost no one dared to touch his things. After all, there was a precedent of people being poisoned by laughing gas after touching his things. The darkroom was cleaned even less frequently. Even if the dust was wiped off, no one would touch any of the Joker's collections, so her small fish tank was covered with dust.
Now the little fish is swimming through the waves, occasionally hitting the wall of the tank, falling back into the water in a daze, and will hit it again the next time.
She stood in front of the clown's cell holding the fish tank, watching the little fish swaying.
The clown had been standing behind the door for some time, his gaze cold and stern. He seemed to know what Megan was thinking and said, "It's not that it's moving around, it's that you can't hold the fish tank steady, okay?"
In addition to her empty head, she also had a problem of lack of exercise and poor physical fitness. However, considering that she was malnourished in the past, she was still less than the height and weight of a normal ten-year-old child, and her bones were still very brittle. It was impossible to increase her exercise unless she wanted to be a dwarf for the rest of her life.
Megan's hands were unsteady and trembling slightly, and her breathing affected her movements when she picked up something.
When she heard the clown's words, she looked at her hands for a while, then raised her head and made a "wu" sound, indicating that she had taken his words into account. She never played dumb in front of her father and was even more focused than when she was studying.
The Joker opened the cell door and raised a hand as he turned around to signal her to come in. He was fed up with Megan yesterday, but he didn't feel the same way today. Instead, he provided her with convenience.
He was in a rare good mood. When Megan put her toys back into the dark room and came out, he didn't care about the water marks along the way. He asked her to come to him, and he wanted to share his joy!
"Meghan! Someone you've met will be here in two days..."
He sat on a chair, tapping his knees with his fingers while talking to Megan who was standing beside him. But the Joker was not going to tell Megan who that person was. This was his little secret. As Megan tilted her head to look at him, he said in a strange and heavy tone, "You'll know when the time comes."
Even if what was sent to him were just some paper documents, he knew his old enemy too well. The Joker was imprisoned back in Arkham, but were the things he did outside Arkham limited to what Batman discovered?
——That must be impossible!
The Joker cooperated with the Penguin, but exposed his tracks in public, and asked Batman to lock him up back in Arkham, in order to attract and divert his attention. Batman would also think that his plan was not that simple, but even if he suspected it was a trick, he would follow those traces to investigate.
Because criminals are unscrupulous, it takes twice as much effort to protect them. In many cases, we can only remedy the situation after the incident has occurred.
Batman can't do everything well, because he is the only one who can't gamble at the Gotham gaming table, and he always refuses to bet his life on the table.
The Joker knew Megan didn't understand, but he still said to himself: "Don't be the one who tries to save others. That's too funny, just like a clown on the stage - I mean a bat. Above this city, I, he, they... No one is a winner."
"I'm just someone who makes and plays games. As for our audience, they sit on the high platforms surrounding the Colosseum. They don't leave the arena, but rather like to place their bets in the arena in the hope of gaining greater benefits."
Is the Joker the root of evil? Is Gotham City the city of sin?
No, this is the biggest lie in the world!
"You know what, Megan? One person can't change the entire environment. And when the environment deteriorates, don't doubt who caused the consequences. Instead, think about why she gave birth to so much evil. She created one crazy person after another, harvesting those fallen, innocent souls. Who is she sacrificing to?"
This is an extremely complicated question. The clown's pale face shows a hideous and terrifying expression. He has truly discovered the truth of this world. Unfortunately, those fools are still deceiving themselves. They dare not open their eyes for fear of disturbing their tamed minds.
Anyone can have that worst day...
Only those who have experienced it personally will wake up and open their eyes in the midst of madness and even despair. They are all crazy, completely crazy, but after going crazy, they are no longer bound by constraints. They opened the cells themselves and walked out.
"And I think there is no order in this world. So what exactly is the current 'order'?"
The clown interlaced his fingers and placed them on his chin, his eyes deep, "The answer is——"
"lie."
He spoke words that Megan didn't understand, but rationality emerged in his eyes, which were always filled with madness. They were entangled with each other. So was he crazy because of rationality, or did he gain absolute clarity from his madness?
A few days later, the clown stuffed Megan, who hadn't gone out to play, into the dark room, gave her a small thing, and said with a smile: "Would you please stay here quietly?"
"There's someone I want you to get acquainted with first. It's hard to say if you won't get to know him later."
The smile on the Joker's face became much more realistic, revealing his neat and terrifying teeth and gums, and his strange and chaotic green eyes were filled with extreme enthusiasm. He couldn't wait, because today would be his rivalry with Bats, and he had already anticipated what was about to happen.
He closed the darkroom door for Megan and wiped out all traces. Even though he was crazy about Bat, Megan was his secret alone and could not be shared with Bat for the time being, otherwise she would be taken away and changed.
Batman's morality is that he will never let Megan stay with him. She will disappear without a trace just to get rid of his control.
It can only be said that he and Batman know each other too well.
Before the tall and dark figure arrived, he had already sat down at the clean table with a deck of cards facing down on it, waiting.
When his cell door was suddenly opened, an almost indistinguishable shadow rushed in. The Joker calmly raised his hand, palm forward, to indicate that he had no lethal weapons or other gadgets in his hand, and that he was sincere about this meeting.
Batman stopped in front of the table and walked straight in, "Joker..."
The Joker made a stop gesture, signaling him to calm down, and said slowly and strangely, "It's not good to start too bluntly. It's not pleasant, Bat. Let's exchange a few pleasantries first."
"How have you been these past few days?"
He had a crazy and creepy smile on his face, and was indifferent to Batman's stern gaze and his fist, which was so close that the wind even blew a strand of green hair hanging down from his forehead. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at him.
The Joker is the most fearless person in the world. He ignores Batman's fist wrapped in tactical gloves, and does not remember the pain of being beaten half to death many times by the man in front of him. The light in the cell is dim, and the bat logo is reflected in his eyes.
Batman's absolutely rational gaze fell on him. The Joker was not threatened, so his intimidation was ineffective. When he withdrew his hand, the Joker spread out his hand to show him the playing cards on the table and said, "Sit down. I don't think you need to be in such a hurry."
If Batman could get accurate information from him, it would certainly be faster than searching for clues on his own.
In fact, when Batman came to find the Joker, it was either for personal revenge or to ask him for information. The current situation is worth Batman's special trip to Arkham. He has something to ask the Joker.
This wouldn't be the first time they've done this, and the Joker would be happy to see Batman in Arkham, forcing the Dark Knight to resort to him, perhaps thinking it was amusing and humiliating.
But for Batman, when he can get the important clues that he has been looking for from the Joker and make the incident that is about to break out disappear invisibly or control it effectively, this is actually the most insignificant thing.
Well... the different ways of thinking between bad guys and good guys, villains and decent people.
The Joker said, "Draw a card."
Did he want to imitate a fortune-telling witch, or did he have it planned in advance? It was obviously the latter.
Batman drew a card from the table and turned it over manually. It was the Three of Spades. He spoke in a hoarse and low voice: "Tell me about your plan with the Penguin."
The Joker was unhappy with his own actions, but his smile became even more terrifying, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more numerous. He placed one hand flat on the table and tapped it lightly, "Don't be so serious, my friend."
"There's a price to pay for knowing the secret."
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