Chapter 56 Chapter 56 [VIP]
The Joker was only locked up for two days. Apart from a minor incident caused by the Mad Hatter, nothing major happened in Arkham Asylum, and Megan was also well taken care of.
It was only six or seven in the morning on the third day when the clown, still wearing a straitjacket, was sent back. However, this time he had nothing to say to the prison guards who escorted him. He had a suppressed expression and even looked a little annoyed throughout the journey.
But once he returned to his cell, he saw that the little mouse had taken his things again. The marks were so obvious that his expression changed completely after he raised his eyebrows. The blade between his fingers easily cut through the straitjacket. After taking off this layer of restraint, he stretched his shoulders, back and neck to his heart's content, and his smile became wider and wider.
He was locked up for more than two days, but what did he do?
——Only the devil knows this!
The Joker threw away the garbage and tidied up his messed up things. Then he sat on the chair and waited for Megan to wake up... Well, she didn't get up until eight in the morning. It was the regular schedule he set for her.
So when Megan got up, she pushed open the darkroom door with her cheeks and hands, rubbed her eyes and wanted to go wash up, but suddenly realized something and stopped. Before she turned around, she heard the clown's weird voice command: "Go wash up." Otherwise, would he let her stick her unwashed face to him?
He put on a new pair of leather gloves, and within a few minutes he saw Megan running in hurriedly from the door on her short legs. Before she reached him, she raised her hands high, meaning she wanted a hug.
But the clown just smiled and pinched her cheek, "What's wrong, Megan? Are you so happy about having a new friend?"
Megan still looked up at him eagerly. She understood what her father said, but there was only confusion in her eyes, and she gradually tilted her head.
She didn't understand why new friends were associated with "happiness", and she didn't understand his subtext, but she went from being excited at the beginning to not wanting to express herself so much. Holding the clown's hand, she felt that even shaking her head became difficult and awkward. A lot of water suddenly flooded her chest, making her feel depressed.
She always has a stern face, neither brainless nor happy, but the clown is too aware of her emotions and emotional changes that she is not aware of. He looks down on her growth and struggle from above, controls her with just a finger, and even affects her with words.
But now the clown ignored her behavior, pretended to be distressed, and complained in an exaggerated tone: "You are such a difficult girl to please. Look! I've only been away for two days and just talked to you a few words, and you already look unhappy." This was completely nonsense.
If there was any obvious expression on Megan's face, he would have been ecstatic by now!
As for the fact that he was clearly locked up in a dark room smaller than a prison cell, he had channels to get the news outside and knew everything about Megan's experience. This was his own little secret.
Megan didn't respond to his complaints. She just lowered her head so that her face couldn't be seen at all. The clown kept chattering, "...There is no child in this world who is more willful and selfish than you."
The Joker knew that Megan had opened up everything to him, but what about everyone else? She was just a stingy child, not interested in communication, not listening to them, and always in a trance.
But in his eyes, is Megan just a qualified and obedient child? Of course not - she looks like she can only passively accept, but in fact she asks for too much. Look at her, she actually wants love! Love - this illusory thing is always elusive, but she is so willful and self-willed, just like now -
Megan didn't get the response she wanted from him, so she fell into autism again. She was so pampered that if she was treated badly, all the efforts she had made would be wasted.
His laughter was always strange and ambiguous, and after laughing, the clown's hand fell on her furry head, and he pressed it down with almost no restraint, and said:
"But you are my child, Megan. I will always indulge you."
Who made her what she is now? Of course it was the Joker himself, so he would indulge her, satisfy her pitiful and ridiculous wishes, satisfy her unspoken demands, and give her all the "good things".
The clown landed on her head with great force, but Megan felt relieved instead. She was really easy to coax. She was depressed just now, but she immediately pounced on the clown and hugged him, still as close and trusting as before.
Her reaction was completely predictable. After easily coaxing this child who loved to be told nice things, the clown took her aside with a dull look and said, "Go to the cafeteria and have breakfast. Bring me some back too."
He was used to ordering children around, and she was very enthusiastic about helping him with small things. But before Megan was about to leave with her hair frizzled, he suddenly said, "Come back."
"I thought you'd be smarter, but you haven't even learned how to comb your own hair?"
Megan stood in front of him with her back to him, not saying a word. She felt a pair of large hands grabbing her hair. From time to time, her scalp where the hair was connected felt a pain, and her head was pulled to one side.
The clown patted her on the shoulder and she stood up straight again. After her hair was tied up and fell on her shoulder, she raised her hands, opened them, and then clenched them.
She had short, small hands with insufficient grip strength and poor flexibility, which were simply not enough to tie her own hair.
The clown looked up at her gesture, his lips curled in boredom, "Well, you're not old enough yet to accomplish this 'feat' on your own!"
Megan's brain couldn't understand his sarcasm and nodded, but she pulled her hair, which was being grabbed by the clown, and all the work she had done was wasted.
The Joker has nothing to be impatient about. Ever since he brought Megan into Arkham, he has been the one taking care of her hair. So would he do, or be willing to do, this?
——The results are already obvious.
He himself was neatly dressed in a suit and tie, while Meghan initially shut herself off and couldn't even wash her face. And when her hair grew longer... well, she had black curly hair! It would frizz up and look messy if she wasn't careful.
The Joker couldn't allow her to stay by his side every day, and look so messy, because that would ruin his image.
Even with leather gloves on, his hands are still flexible. Not only can he assemble delicate parts, perform precision surgery, and prepare medicines, but even small tasks like combing hair are not difficult for him.
After Megan's hair on both sides was combed, the clown bent his fingers and flicked the back of her head, and said in a long tone, "Stop wasting time, okay? I can hear your stomach protesting."
The words were not harsh at all, just a statement, but Megan turned and looked at him for a moment, suddenly wanting to butt him with her head, but the clown quickly stopped her and put his palm on her head, "Don't push your luck, Megan."
"You don't even appreciate my efforts."
The Joker didn't really care about this with her, but she was his property, and he would tease her occasionally to see if she had made any progress or changes. He always had to find some fun for himself.
Megan rubbed her forehead against his palm. Her tender face was expressionless, but she suddenly thought of something. She stood on tiptoe and kissed his hand. The clown suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then he heard her say, "Daddy, love."
That was something she didn't understand, but the Joker had said it so many times, maybe he had already given it to her.
She thought love was something concrete, but her previous hug had been rejected, and this was all that was left.
Megan looked at the clown intently. There was a hideous smile on his pale face, with many complex meanings mixed together, which finally turned into a satisfied expression. He even bent down tenderly and touched his forehead with hers.
"Well, are you satisfied, my child?"
This is a sweet trap that can easily lead people into it if they are not careful.
Megan was satisfied. She even hugged the clown, which was a great harvest this morning, and then she walked to the cafeteria on her short legs.
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Megan didn't go out to play today, but she finished her homework first. She was very good at math and had already progressed to the multi-faceted perspective of a cube, using it to calculate the volume and area of the cube. At this time, she had to draw a draft, a mess of scribbles, and almost only she could understand it.
After quietly finishing her homework, she showed it to the clown. The finished homework needed to be corrected, and she was already very familiar with this process.
Megan didn't bother the clown, but she stood there with her homework book, making her presence felt. After a while, the clown took her notebook and was about to pretend to make a few marks when Megan came over and put her head on his arm.
The clown raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't refuse her. However, he looked at her homework with a slightly more serious expression. He read through it very quickly and easily found a few mistakes. Then he put his hand on her head and said, "Are you not serious, Megan?"
"The mistake you made is so simple, so simple that anyone who sees your wrong answer will laugh."
This is the truth. After all, except for a few criminals in Arkham's high-risk zone, the IQ of everyone else is not bad. There are chemists, scientists, engineers, psychologists, famous lawyers... There is no room for trash and idiots here, and every criminal has his own strengths.
If any highly intelligent criminal saw the mistakes she made, few would not laugh.
But the clown knew the learning progress of ordinary children. Megan was not stupid in mathematics. The mistake she made this time was just a misunderstanding, which was easy to correct. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and with his other hand, he pushed Megan to the front of the table and explained the problem to her.
After he finished explaining it, he handed the pen to Megan and watched her scribble on the scratch paper again before finally writing down the correct answer.
This was as it should be. However, after taking a look at her handwriting, the clown could roughly tell that her handwriting was much better than at the beginning. At least it was no longer as big and erratic as at the beginning, and it looked much more regular.
Since her homework had been corrected, the clown waved his hand and said, "Your work is done, but mine isn't done yet?"
Megan obediently went to the low table she had set up in the Joker's cell. In fact, it was just a wooden board, and the four corners underneath were padded with the Joker's things. Although the Joker had a complete table, the height was not suitable for Megan...
She is only slightly taller than the table.
Since they returned to Arkham Asylum, Megan has set up the table like this more than once or twice. At first, the Joker found something under her table and wanted to teach her a lesson, but Megan was a person who never learned her lesson. At most, he would change something to pad the corner of the table next time, and then he just let her do as she pleased.
Megan went to pack up her homework and things, some of which she took into the darkroom, and the table was directly dismantled. When she removed the small table, the raised things were pushed over, making a loud noise. The clown ignored her.
The man who had been locked up for two days did not feel any discomfort at all. He sat leisurely in the chair and was lost in thought.
After Megan finished cleaning up, she squatted behind his chair. She was a willful child who would speak loudly and disturb his thoughts when he was thinking.
"dad."
"What's wrong with you?" He spoke in a dull voice, and stretched out a hand around the back of the chair, pulling the end of her hair to vent his dissatisfaction, but he was neither cruel nor torn her hair. At most, he made her head tilt, which was a really painless 'punishment'.
Megan pulled at her father's hand. She didn't feel that she was being bullied. She didn't have anything wrong, she just wanted to call him.
The author has something to say:
The clown, a good father who ties his child's hair and gives him a lecture with a cold face ()
As for Megan (pointing), when she was considered to be mentally ill, she was already being treated differently, and she will become a naughty child in the future.
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