Chapter 54 Chapter 54 [VIP]
The Joker brought a bit of chaos to Arkham Asylum, but it wasn't all for fun. Perhaps he had other considerations. Before being taken away by the guards, he said to Megan, "I won't be back for two days, so go find your friends."
No matter how much he talked to Megan, she didn't listen much. It would be better for her to go find his cellmates. They cared about Megan much more than she did. They would take the initiative to give her shelter and take care of her life.
After the Joker was taken away, Megan walked out of the dark room. She didn't know where to go, so she stayed in the cell for a long time before walking out the door, wandering aimlessly all the way. Then suddenly she heard a loud noise, and before she could react, she was squeezed against the wall, watching a group of people running past.
There were not only criminals but also prison guards in the crowd. They looked like they had completely lost their minds, and everyone had the same expression. Soon the group ran back and split into several groups, coming and going aggressively.
Before Megan could react, she saw the group of people leaving, and suddenly a short man jumped out from behind. He was about to run past, but suddenly stopped and looked at Megan carefully. He said in surprise: "I remember! It's you!" Then he grabbed Megan's hand and ran with her.
He was thin, wearing a suit and a top hat, as if he was preparing for a banquet. His dress was very delicate, but it did not affect his escape at all. He heard many gunshots and voices approaching, and the people he controlled went to delay, not only serving as a line of defense, but also blocking the figures of the two of them.
As a prisoner in Arkham, the Mad Hatter had escaped many times and was very familiar with the routes and layout here. Seeing that Megan could not run fast and almost fell several times, he simply put his hands under her armpits and dragged her to run, finally to a remote attic.
After they entered here, the sounds behind them faded away.
The Mad Hatter ran all the way upstairs, found a room to go into, and then put Megan down. Megan was dragged all the way and sat on the ground dizzy. It took her a while to recover. She blinked and looked at the short man next to her whom she had seen several times.
Of course he noticed the child's gaze, but didn't take it seriously. However, after waiting for a while and seeing that the child didn't react, he suddenly moved closer, frowned and made a grimace, making sure that the expression was ugly enough. In the past, his funny faces either made other children laugh or scared them, but he had never encountered one as calm as Megan.
But for Megan, two eyes, a nose and a mouth make up a face, and expressions are the changes on the face. She does not have aesthetic sense, nor has she yet recognized emotions, let alone the connection between emotions and expressions, so she just does not understand.
Megan said nothing, just watched the Mad Hatter walk around sullenly, frowning and thinking about something.
This time he had no intention of escaping the prison, but only of teaching a lesson to those people who always laughed at him! Even though they were intimidated by him and dared not openly mock him, they would silently move their eyebrows and eyes, indicating his height back and forth.
The Mad Hatter had long been fed up with those strange looks. He was driven mad by his appearance and the resulting exclusion and inferiority complex. Of course, there were some other factors, but the result was -
The crazy genius scientist developed a mind control device, also known as a brain wave controller, and he used it to achieve everything he pursued. Unfortunately, Batman blocked his way and destroyed the wonderland he had already immersed himself in. But he had another set of logic that allowed him to live in this world without Alice.
He was not sober, but also rational. Of course he would retaliate after being ridiculed. He controlled all those idiots and first held up the prison guards, giving them some personal space and time to make them pay a miserable price.
The Mad Hatter slightly lifted the brim of his hat with one hand. His brain wave controller was hidden inside the hat. Because information had to be transmitted through brain waves, the controller was also worn on his head. Due to its crude production and complicated operation, he needed to input commands on the controller himself.
With a cruel and ferocious expression on his face, he decided to teach them a lesson.
Those scum should have known his abilities, but they were always confused by worldly concepts. Yes, he was already a prisoner in Arkham, and his controller had been destroyed. He was so short and his physical skills had no deterrent effect. Only the gadgets he occasionally took out looked scary.
So the Mad Hatter only has little gadgets to scare people? His expression grows increasingly terrifying. What is genius? Genius is that even if he's in prison, as long as there's a trace of technology, he can dismantle something and piece together his invention from those parts. Even if the function isn't fully functional due to limited materials, it's enough.
Enough for him to use it for revenge.
After the Mad Hatter gave the order, she remembered that there was another person here. She was not affected by the brain wave controller. When she came to her senses, she saw a big hole in one of the walls of the room. It was obviously caused by an attack, but it was left unattended because the entire building was not put into use.
The child was now lying in front of the big hole, stretching his arms out. He was so scared that he ran over quickly, picked up the child and dragged him back.
"That's enough! What are you doing?!"
He spoke harshly, but the child in front of him showed no sign of repentance, and her face was still blank. However, she heard the word "what are you doing" and pointed to the Mad Hatter -
There was a wooden plank sticking out of the hole, and on it hung a sign saying "Construction Site, Please Keep Out." The Mad Hatter couldn't understand why someone would put themselves in such danger just to take a piece of trash, and he said angrily, "Do you really have to have it? Don't you have a mouth?"
But why should he care about this clown's child?
The Mad Hatter's expression grew even darker. He straightened his messed-up collar and said to the child, who hadn't realized the danger at all, "...You're not Alice. That's not a rabbit hole."
Jumping down that hole would not lead her to wonderland. Without the hurried rabbit to lead the way, she would only fall to pieces.
Megan clenched her hands together and moved them around, but stood obediently and listened to the lecture, only occasionally looking over there, still wanting that thing.
Seeing her intention, the Mad Hatter sullenly pulled back the wooden plank, squatted down and tried to untie the seal, but it was a little tight, so he pulled out a sharp knife from behind, cut the seal cleanly and threw it to her.
"Are you satisfied now, Megan?" He knew her name; he had heard it from others when she first arrived in Arkham.
She is called the clown's daughter, but she is actually a sick child. She has autism and stays in her own small world and doesn't want to come out. She is afraid of the outside world, and because there is nothing in this world that can bind her, she rejects everything.
But now, Megan was in his sight, waving the seal, and then carefully reading the words on it. The warning words on the seal were repeated, but Megan seemed not to realize their repetition. She read every word, then let go of her hand and let it slowly fall to the ground.
The action of throwing it away without hesitation meant that there was no need to get it at that time, which made the Mad Hatter unable to suppress a sneer.
The Mad Hatter was too lazy to care about it anymore. He found a chair in the house, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and spread it on the chair before sitting down. He knew how difficult it was to deal with his brain wave controller. He had to destroy the controller to end the control. It would take a lot of time to knock down those thugs. If he didn't let them completely lose their ability to move, they would complete the instructions even if they had to crawl and bite with their teeth.
In addition, he had destroyed all the surveillance cameras along the way, which made it take even longer to find this place. The Mad Hatter relaxed and turned his attention to Megan. He waved to her, "Little Alice, are you waiting for the rabbit with the pocket watch?"
Megan ignored him because her name was not Alice. Looking at her empty hands and the seal that fell to the ground, she no longer had any interest in the hole in the wall and walked towards the door, wanting to leave.
The Mad Hatter then asked, "Where's your clown father?"
She stopped walking. Megan wanted to express herself, but she didn't know what to say. Her eyes were empty and unfocused. After a long time, she raised two fingers and made the number 'two', but the Mad Hatter couldn't understand what she meant.
Realizing that there was a problem in their communication, the Mad Hatter did not force her. He took the girl with him when he escaped just to prevent his whereabouts from being exposed. He had distinguished Alice from Megan, so he would not go crazy for the time being.
Alice was the sweetest girl, and Megan? Megan was a dumb kid who couldn't even speak!
The Mad Hatter usually didn't pay much attention to Megan, so he didn't know that she could speak. The initial impression was deeply rooted in his mind. Even though her symptoms seemed to be better now, she was still autistic and didn't like to pay attention to people. He let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn't lead the prison guards here.
Megan walked out the door on her own. Curious about the new environment, she went downstairs first, but the place had been abandoned for a long time. Only the sounds of footsteps, breathing and raised dust responded to her. Megan was already very familiar with the dust, so her eyes fell on the wall where the paint was peeling, and some places left traces of water leakage.
The ground was littered with debris, including broken bricks, cement bags, unused sand and gravel, discarded shovels and tools, etc.
The wind came in from one side, passed by her, blew up her fluffy hair, was sensed by Megan, and left from the other side.
The building was too quiet. After all, the Mad Hatter was not crazy and would not make a big noise. When Megan walked to the first floor, she heard voices coming from the building next door, so she shrank back and hid herself.
She didn't like crowds at all, and she remembered what her father said about hiding herself. However, until now, she had not seen her friends, but she was not in a hurry.
Megan shrank back cautiously. She wanted to go back to find the Mad Hatter. To be honest, she didn't know his name or code name yet, but he brought her here, and the child who had no sense of danger would find her way back on her own. She didn't seek death now, but she still didn't have the ability and needed someone to rely on.
So she walked back obediently, and when she was about to go up the stairs to the second floor, she saw that someone was already waiting there.
He was a strange man, wrapped in a suit of armor, with a transparent glass cover on his head. His head was smooth and hairless, and he wore special goggles on his eyes. The lenses were red, but they could protect his eyes from strong light stimulation and were equipped with some small functions.
His skin color was even stranger, it was grayish white without a trace of blood, as if his entire body had been frozen stiff, but he was still alive and able to move.
He did not introduce himself, and his attitude was incredibly calm. He asked the child he met for the first time, "What are you doing here?"
There shouldn't be prisoners that young in Arkham, and she couldn't sneak in alone, so why was she here?
From the moment he saw her, his hand was already on the communicator at his waist. He had Batman's contact information and could inform the other party about this at any time.
Megan didn't answer. Her eyes were bright and clear, and her clothes were neat. She obviously didn't look hurt, so he remained silent, unable to judge the current situation.
The Mad Hatter who came downstairs answered his question, "She is the clown's daughter."
The author has something to say:
The setting used for Mr. Freeze here is not the same as that of n52. His new setting is still a bit too sick, and I prefer the relationship between him and his wife Nora.
Since he has a wife, he is easy to communicate with. Of course, don't mention his wife during normal communication.
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