Chapter 52 Chapter 52 [VIP]
Megan didn't understand what he said, and even though she could speak, she didn't talk much. She was just curious about the layout of the house and looked around with wide eyes.
The Scarecrow stared at her for a while, then sat up straight with no expression on his face and started talking to her about other topics.
"Here are all my books," he said, adding that there was also paper and pen on his desk. After all, being in Arkham, without the necessary experimental facilities, he could only do some academic research. Even though he was proud of his invention of fear gas, he realized through repeated setbacks that he still had a lot of room for improvement.
He knew that the human brain was complex enough, and the psychological and spiritual worlds were even more vast. People first had something called a soul in religion, which was attached to the body, and then human cognition, thinking, and wisdom were born from it.
A person's growth is influenced by many factors, and therefore carries traces left by people, things, and even ubiquitous information. What the scarecrow does is to understand their fears.
Scarecrow suddenly looked down at his hands, his gaze deep. "I read all those books, sought help and discussed with the authors of the papers, and then wrote countless papers and conducted countless experiments."
The hands holding the measuring cylinder and test tube were extremely steady. It was through meticulous and rigorous operations that he made the fear gas that he was proud of. However, when he used the fear gas, he simply and crudely instilled fear into the brains of those people, causing them to suffer psychological and spiritual damage. He wanted to destroy and rule them with fear.
And because of Batman's repeated attacks, he was able to successfully fight against his fear even when he was poisoned by the gas, and he also developed an antidote for his fear gas. Therefore, Scarecrow continued to conduct in-depth research in Arkham, occasionally making new discoveries, and establishing new theories based on them, but then overturning them, thinking that he must have overlooked something, but he would definitely be able to find such a key factor.
He has caused fear in countless people, but Batman has become his fear. He is also afraid that he cannot turn the fear gas into a truly unsolvable poison. His heart is being gnawed by countless poisonous insects, which release anesthesia to fascinate him while bringing him unbearable pain and torture.
The Scarecrow suddenly said to himself, "Why is this?"
Why?
He was obsessed with research, but also suffered from it and could not give it up no matter what. After all, he was arrogant and believed that all difficulties and obstacles would be overcome and he would definitely reach the best ending he had always dreamed of.
He had long been obsessed, so he became more and more curious about Megan's condition, trying to understand and find out what caused the abnormal changes in Megan.
That face was full of gloom, and the scarecrow looked at Megan solemnly. This carefree child did not have the same worries as him.
Megan only looked up at the Scarecrow when he asked why. Her green eyes were clear and bright. She didn't understand the adults' troubles. After getting down from the chair, she lay down at the edge of the table and suddenly became curious about the pen and ink bottle on the table.
When she was curious, her eyes were particularly focused, which was completely different from her previous attitude of turning a deaf ear and ignoring.
The scarecrow suddenly sneered, realizing that he couldn't even understand a brain-dead child. He thought that the child's eyes were sometimes empty because she couldn't control whether she wanted to recognize something, and that her newly emerged consciousness limited her response, making her a stingy child.
But he lost his anger. He stretched out his arm to take the pen, opened the cap, and took a look at the ink level. After handing the pen to Megan, he tore off a blank piece of paper for her to draw on.
He tried to observe the children's behavior, but Megan...
Megan would do her homework, color in picture books from reference images, and complete puzzles from drawings, but those things all had 'rules' that, if followed, would give the 'correct' results, and now there were none of that.
The young child looked up at the scarecrow, who didn't understand for a moment, but seeing that she was holding the pen without moving, staring at the white paper with a look of confusion, he raised his eyebrows slightly and took the pen back.
"Well, if I don't, then I won't."
He thought about how the Riddler had tried to teach Megan logical thinking but failed, and how even the Joker didn't worry about her growth and just threw her into Arkham to let her do whatever she wanted. He also felt that there was no need to rush. In short, he had no way to deal with this child.
Megan stopped facing the pen and paper and relaxed immediately. She walked back and forth in the scarecrow's cell several times, then sat on the chair with her head on the table, her eyes fixed on the scarecrow.
The Scarecrow asked, "Originally I was curious about you, so why are you studying me now?"
This was just a joke, maybe Megan didn't understand it at all, he was just talking to himself out of boredom, but Megan's furry head moved slightly, as if shaking her head, and he fell silent.
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A dozen days after Batman found the Joker, the Penguin was sent back by the police.
As for his collaboration with the Joker? The massive amount of laughing gas that was about to be released into the city was dealt with, and the Penguin's criminal group suffered another blow, including losses of manpower and property, and the planned crime was thwarted, which undoubtedly damaged his reputation.
The Penguin was imprisoned back in Arkham. He had made a desperate struggle before, but it was ineffective. The moment he arrived in Arkham, he knew who to blame -
clown!
What kind of 'game' was that madman playing with Batman? He actually revealed the content of their collaboration. Yes, their vigilante game was really exciting, with you going back and forth, and it was a turn-based game that had long been out of fashion!
But he had just returned to Arkham and still needed some time to recuperate. First of all, he had to treat his injuries, and he also had to use his secret arrangements in Arkham to pass on information to the outside world, collude with people, and try to keep as many of his properties and wealth as possible. Even if he was extremely angry, he still knew the seriousness of the matter.
What this means is that his industry is definitely heavier than that of the Joker.
So he was busy for many days, and when he saw that he could not intervene in the situation outside and the more obvious injuries on his face had healed, he changed his prison uniform into a coat, put on a top hat, held an umbrella, and fully armed, he rushed to the clown's cell in a menacing manner.
His appearance was extremely ferocious to begin with. When his obese body walked in the corridor, the sound of his footsteps and the sound of the umbrella tip hitting the ground intertwined in a very rhythmic manner, mixed with the wheezing caused by uneven breathing, making the scene a little funny, but no criminal dared to laugh at this gangster boss.
After all, anyone with a bit of brains and intelligence network has figured out the cause and outcome of this incident. The Penguin is mad at Batman and the Joker, and he will definitely not give up. At most, they want to watch the show, but they dare not even get close for fear of being implicated.
The Penguin found the Joker's cell, and without caring about anything, he just swung his umbrella over and smashed the door open. Before he could vent his brewing anger, he suddenly saw a child standing in front of him.
Megan was shorter than him. She put her hands behind her back and looked up at him with a well-behaved look.
He twitched his lips, his heart filled with even more hatred. His expression changed from ferocious to hideous. He lowered his eyes slightly to look down at the child, but suppressed his anger and said, "Very good, very good! Clown, you won't come out to see me, and you'll let her appear in front of me?"
Do you think he's some kind of utter scumbag who would take out his anger on a child who's related to a clown?
What? Did this little kid, Megan, ruin his plan?
Penguin was always a gangster. Sometimes he would do anything to get what he wanted, but other times he knew that every wrong would be dealt with by his perpetrator. He softened his tone and said, "Get out of the way, please? I'm looking for your father."
He was in a stalemate with the little kid who couldn't understand what he was saying, but he didn't get impatient until Megan moved to the side. However, she only moved aside a little, and put her hands on the door to peek at him. The penguin man pointed the tip of the umbrella in his hand into the door, and as he walked in, he put one hand on Megan's head, but didn't do anything, just rubbed it with restrained force.
"You're a good kid."
He had barely finished saying this when a boastful, complaining voice came from the cell, "Stop praising her so much, okay? She's been giving me a lot of trouble. There's no child more difficult than her."
"Then I think I can take over her so that you won't have to worry, right?" He directly hit back in the calmest tone.
The Penguin Man walked in and squinted for a while before adapting to the dim light in the room. With a fierce look, he saw a tall and thin figure standing aside with a trophy in his hand. The monocle worn by the Penguin Man was just a decoration most of the time, but it also had some insignificant functions and could be turned on at any time.
Now he saw the bat logo engraved on the trophy, which made him laugh out loud.
"No excuse for your actions, Joker?"
The Joker? The Joker was still thinking about his words about wanting to take over Megan. In the dim light, the smile on his face gradually twisted into something terrifying. When the muscles on his face stretched to the point where they could no longer stretch, it was as if he was just a piece of pale skin covering his face, which could be peeled off at any time to reveal his bloody and mangled true appearance.
"My dear, it's not appropriate to speak to me in a questioning tone," the clown said fearlessly, turning around and placing the trophy on the table.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusted his expression, and suddenly smiled brightly, "We are partners, and you blame me for this little thing?"
When the Penguin saw him acting, his expression became even worse. He didn't want to perform a stage play with him, so he said bluntly: "You betrayed the cooperation and should pay the price." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the tip of the umbrella, and the built-in mechanism was triggered. A black gun muzzle replaced the umbrella cap.
The Joker shrugged his shoulders, without holding anything in his hands, and walked straight towards the Penguin. Just as they were about to get close, the Penguin pulled the mechanism on the umbrella handle without hesitation. At the same time, the Joker also picked up the crowbar standing aside, swung it backhanded, and the muzzle of the gun was deflected. A bullet was fired and hit the wall next to the Joker.
The expressions on both of their faces were grim and terrifying, but the tip of the umbrella in the Penguin's hand had been turned back to the ground, and the Joker stopped swinging the crowbar.
The Penguin decided to stop because of a name said by the Joker. He was still thinking about the suspicious points and network of relationships of the other party, when the Joker's eyes moved to the other side. The child who had been bothering him so much was already close.
The Joker raised an eyebrow, "Are you scared?"
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