Chapter 57 Chapter 57 [VIP]
Before the Joker went into solitary confinement, he left Megan two small pills that could only keep her in condition for two days. So on the night he came back, he poured a pill from the small bottle he carried with him and put it into Megan's mouth.
The pill had no taste, neither bitter nor sweet nor sour. Megan went to get some water to wash the pill down. After making sure it wasn't stuck in her throat and had been swallowed, she returned to the Joker and was curious about the medicine bottle he had put back.
Megan was not as stingy with words in front of him as she was with others. She grabbed his arm and her eyes fell on his pocket. "Dad, medicine." She was a little curious and confused, but she couldn't express it completely.
The clown understood what she meant and spoke lazily, "It can isolate you from the mental and physical pain caused by your illness. Without it, you will just cry and make a fuss out of boredom."
He used that magic little pill to isolate her pain, calm her down, and allow her to stand here well.
Now thinking of Megan's previous crying and her numb and empty eyes, he sighed pretentiously and rubbed the child's furry head.
It was unclear whether Megan understood or not, as she uttered a slow "Oh," but even as she was being patted on the head, her clear green eyes were still fixed on the clown, and she still had a question that hadn't been answered.
The clown narrowed his eyes and smiled, "As for how long you want to eat? Child, this is not for me to decide. It depends on you." His thumb fell on Megan's forehead, pressed her eyebrows, and a thoughtful look flashed across his face.
"You won't be able to get rid of it anytime soon. Okay, stop being curious and go clean up and wash up."
He had his own things to do, so he waved his hand and sent Megan away.
When Megan came back from the bathroom outside, she just stood outside the door. As soon as she approached the cell, the Joker knew she was back, but after several minutes she was still outside, which was a problem. The Joker's smile deepened, and when he looked over, he found that she looked like she had fallen into the water, with a puddle of water under her feet.
He was silent for a moment, then asked with a ferocious and puzzled expression, "What were you doing?" He made himself so embarrassed.
Megan raised her short hand and tried to sign, but she couldn't quite make it out. "Pipe."
It was obvious that the water pipe in the bathroom burst and she was soaked. She came back all wet, but she remembered not to dirty his floor. But the clown didn't expect this. He tilted his neck in a seemingly relaxed manner and stared at her: "So you are a mute?" He was really confused.
"If you have a mouth that's not being used, I'll sew it up for you." She always did things that made him unhappy.
The clown stood up and went to look for his tools. There happened to be a long wrench on the table. It looked very old and was covered with rust... But that was not rust, but a layer of "paint" that had been stained on it and had long since solidified and decayed.
He walked over impatiently and opened the door, ignoring Megan and trying to pass over her, but she sneezed.
Megan is smaller than other children of the same age. Although she has never been sick, it does not mean that her health is very good. She is just being looked after at all times and has a regular schedule and diet to avoid being infected by the virus. She is not affected by any emergencies in her daily life. However, an accident happened today.
She sneezed and her head fell forward, with her head hung down, looking a little listless. The clown stopped.
Suddenly, her head was held down, and Megan said in a muffled voice: "Woo?"
The clown still had a smile on his face, but the meaning behind it was getting worse and worse. He was not willing to take care of such a trivial matter as Megan's cold and illness. He raised his eyebrows high, making more wrinkles, turned around and went back. When he came out, he held a large blanket in his hand and covered her head directly.
Megan's vision was completely blocked. Just as she reached out to lift the blanket, she heard her father say, "Go back to your bedroom, wipe off the water first, and then change your clothes, understand?"
Before she could react, she heard the clown's footsteps leaving. Megan moved slowly, and before she could struggle out from under the blanket, she heard a sudden loud noise in the distance.
Megan didn't feel there was any danger nearby. She finally pulled the blanket away and exposed her head. Her father was no longer in the corridor, so she did as he said.
She returned to the bedroom and wiped her face with the blanket, but the water on her hair kept sliding down. Megan stared at the blanket spread out in her hands for a while, then chose to dive into it, shaking her head.
The blanket was huge, and she had to hold the edges in her hands to prevent it from falling to the ground. Now that the floor of the darkroom was clean, she burrowed into the blanket like a cricket pupa...
When the clown came back after turning off the water valve, he saw a cat and cat bug tangled in a blanket on the ground. He really didn't expect that she had such a "big surprise". He raised his eyebrows, but another worse meaning could no longer be concealed.
He threw the wrench outside the darkroom door, and it fell to the ground with a clanging sound. The cat and mouse in the blanket also knew that he was back. Under the clown's increasingly relaxed gaze, she wanted to crawl out, but maybe she was wrapped too tightly, and only her head stuck out.
You could tell Megan was having a lot of fun, the bad undertones about the Joker disappeared as he reached out a hand and placed it on Megan's cheek before being watched by the cat bug.
There was still a little happiness in her eyes, and the curve of her mouth had fallen back, but she had already expressed her emotions to him, and emotions - love and her soul revived together, they were all sprouting and growing freely.
In the dark and gloomy Arkham mental hospital, different from all of them, he thrived on his own.
Only Megan herself never knew.
It is inevitable that she is very popular here. Megan is the only innocent person in Arkham's high-risk area. She is just sick, not crazy... She is also the weakest and most harmless person here, naive and ignorant of the world.
And who does she rely on to survive here safely?
—and the Joker, a completely deranged and chaotic lunatic. What a stark contrast! Oh my god, the Joker actually adopted an autistic child as his own, but would he truly treat him well? Absolutely not.
As long as the people in Arkham become curious about Megan, they will fall into this trap and be cursed by "Megan".
She is the child that the Joker saved and raised with countless efforts and energy. She is a completely different existence from all the criminals here. She gradually regained her perception here and gave birth to herself, so she is also a child of Arkham.
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As the only person she was honest with, the Joker smiled and picked her up from the ground. His expression and movements were gentle and kind enough, but he asked, "Have you changed your clothes?"
Megan's eyes widened.
There is no doubt that Megan, the talkative and disobedient child, caught a cold and fell ill the next day.
It took her several days of taking medicine before she slowly got better. After that, the Joker threw her to Scarecrow and Killer Croc, asking them to be responsible for her studies. He had been taking care of the child for a few days and was already fed up with it.
While Megan was ill, outside Arkham Asylum, a little bat was tracking down the laboratory he used to make poison gas. These two things combined made him extremely anxious.
So Megan had to face the Scarecrow's handsome, but unfortunately gloomy and somewhat sarcastic face every morning. He had no awareness of being an adult, and when he first had a conflict with the clown, even a child like Megan would vent his anger and mock him.
But Scarecrow is now very happy to see Megan. He is curious about her changes. Even if he can't get anything out of her, maybe he can get some related clues by observing her more?
So, while he delved into his academic studies, he also explained the course to Megan. As for homework and error correction, Killer Croc, the good old beast in human form, was in charge. He was much more patient than he was. Scarecrow was of course aware of his own temper. If he spent too much time with Megan and never got answers or made any progress in his research, he would easily become bored and irritable, and who knew what would happen next...
Don't overestimate the patience of every Arkhamite. For example, he is a psychology professor and has also joined the Psychological Society. So why did he become a mentally ill criminal? Is this something that can be controlled rationally?
So Megan's schedule was finalized. Monday to Wednesday, she and Killer Croc would be in charge. On Thursday and Friday, her entire day would belong to Poison Ivy...
Megan is a girl. She should spend more time with people of the same gender and not have the wrong gender identity and think that she is a man like them.
Obviously, this was their subjective imagination, and Poison Ivy scoffed at it, but she accepted Megan and let her stay by her side. She would sometimes tell Megan about things before she became Poison Ivy, those distant pasts, those buried pasts.
Of course, the main thing she was talking about was the life that ordinary children would have outside of Arkham. She was not averse to letting Megan know these things, and she actually understood Megan.
This child has a strong curiosity, and the defects that trapped her in the past are still protecting her. After she stepped out of that small world, she was still unable to produce emotions and feelings, allowing her to accept information from the outside world without being affected by them. After all, Arkham has the most mentally ill patients, and their thoughts, concepts and words can sometimes cause harm to people.
Megan needs to know about the life of an ordinary child outside of Arkham. She needs to recognize the difference between these two worlds as early as possible. Otherwise, when she leaves Arkham, how will she live? How will she accept her own uniqueness?
Poison Ivy has considered her long-term future. She is willing to weave a path for this child that will allow her to go further. She hopes... she can grow up.
Monday to Friday are already arranged, but for the weekend, Megan has her own ideas and will randomly find her friends to play with. She has no homework to do, no pressure to survive and no things that need to be completed by her. Apart from getting along with her friends, she just walks in Arkham by herself.
In addition to interacting with people, she needs rest and solitude, staying in an empty passage, under the shade of trees, or on the lawn. She can stay alone for a long time, allowing her soul to breathe in the empty and quiet world.
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I forgot while writing, now that the eldest brother has stepped down as Robin and Jason is on the way to adoption, I edited that part.
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