Chapter 60 Chapter 60 [VIP]
When Megan started crying, Scarecrow realized that something was wrong. He stopped chasing and regained his senses in an instant. He wanted to retreat, but he saw a clown in a rose-red tuxedo coming out of the cell in front of him.
The clown had no weapons in his hands, and even the exaggerated and ferocious smile on his face remained the same. He looked the same. He was even taller than the scarecrow and walked towards him with big strides.
The Scarecrow had already sensed the danger, and he also spread his hands at his sides and took a few steps back, indicating that he was not a threat and would not do anything. The clown looked at him with his eyebrows raised high, which caused his eyebrows to frown, making his eyelids open wider, and the cruel and terrifying meaning in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
The Joker was never a patient person. He lowered his head to look at Megan who had fallen to the ground. He didn't look very concerned, but he scanned her whole body.
She sobbed and propped up her upper body, holding a small stuffed bear in her arms. It looked like she didn't fall too hard, at least the bones were in their original positions.
Megan looked up at her father, tears streaming down her face. Even when she was frightened or excited while playing games in the playground before, she had never cried so pitifully.
But now, her emotions had only just begun to emerge, and there was still panic in her eyes. She wanted to ask him for comfort, but she cried so hard that she couldn't say a word even with her mouth open.
The clown walked over to her and bent down to pick her up. When the Scarecrow saw this, he thought that they were very affectionate father and daughter. The good dad was anxious to comfort his daughter. He continued to back away, but he was a little relieved.
At the moment when the scarecrow relaxed, the clown threw something at him with incredible precision without looking up. The scarecrow had no time to react and could not see anything clearly, but he dodged subconsciously. When he raised his arm, he felt some liquid spilled on him, which corroded the fabric extremely quickly and emitted irritating gas.
Scarecrow, who was too familiar with chemicals, turned his arm very quickly, took off his coat, and wiped the part splashed with acid vigorously. Even though he reacted quickly, some parts of his skin still felt the scorching heat, but he didn't have time to check it carefully.
The Scarecrow thought the clown would only retaliate this time, but he saw from the corner of his eye that the clown walked straight past Megan and came towards him. He had a premonition that he would be retaliated against, so he turned and ran. However, he was frightened before and did not run fast. Suddenly, he heard a slight sound of wind coming from behind his head, and he turned his head awkwardly to avoid a flying playing card.
His face was extremely gloomy. The speed of the playing card was too fast. If it hit his head, he would definitely be skinned. He didn't expect the clown to be so angry!
Isn't Megan his hobby? How could this lunatic care so much about it? He's completely crazy!
But before he could figure this out, his escape was delayed and the clown caught up with him. He was much stronger than the Scarecrow. He grabbed the back of his collar with one hand, preventing him from breaking free, and with the other hand, he took the syringe and stabbed it into the side of his neck quickly and accurately.
The scarecrow raised his hands in vain to cover his neck. He keenly felt the liquid being injected into his body, and then his blood circulation began, making his whole body gradually cold...
The poison took effect on him very quickly. After the clown loosened his collar, the Scarecrow only staggered forward a step or two before his consciousness gradually became blurred. He also felt an itch in his throat and inexplicably wanted to laugh.
He blinked rapidly, trying to retain a bit of consciousness, "No, Joker... you, you can't..." A trace of unwillingness and struggle appeared on his face, but he slowly fell to the ground, and it was only a matter of time before he lost consciousness.
When the Scarecrow fell to the ground, he saw the big figure of Bane, who was blocking the front of the passage. Even if the Scarecrow escaped from the clown, he would not be able to get past him.
He attacked Megan and even asked Bane to follow him. Maybe he should have thought of it earlier. Is Megan very unpopular in Arkham?
——Of course not! She is the most popular little star here.
As for Bane, he was a little worried about Scarecrow and Megan getting along, because the other party had an unignorable impatience in his eyes, so he followed him. Seeing that Scarecrow had bad intentions and Megan fell to the ground, he was about to rush over, but the clown came out.
Perhaps the others in Arkham thought the Joker had no feelings or sympathy for his fun, but Bane sensed something in the Joker...
People will be confused by their own life experiences and cannot let go of those colorful existences, just as he repeatedly thinks about Little European Bear and turns it into an indelible mark in his mind. So, will the Joker, who has already been crazy and twisted, care about Megan?
Bain concluded that it was 'yes'.
When Megan emerged from her dry, lifeless state, she became incredibly dependent on the man who "loved" her and saved her. Her world blossomed because of him, and she loved only him. Perhaps to some, love was a cheap and useless thing, but it was all she had, a burning spell.
People are always confused by what they think is a weak existence. The more effort and energy they invest, the less likely they are to give it up easily, and this is not just because of sunk costs.
Bane saw the Joker knock down Scarecrow and turned back. Megan had stood up, but was still shedding tears.
The clown bent down and picked her up from the ground. Even though Megan was still reluctant to let go of the bear, he didn't mind. He raised one hand, put his thumb on her face, and wiped away some of her tears.
Megan hugged the teddy bear and the clown, buried her head in his chest, and whispered, "Dad." Her voice was muffled and a little hoarse.
The clown glanced at the top of her head. The smile on his face was still exaggerated and cruel, without any emotion in it. However, he pretended to be gentle and patted her back as a comfort. "Okay, my child, are you okay?"
She moved her arms and legs and said, "It hurts." She expressed her feelings directly without any fear.
She just fell and got some skin broken, but the spoiled child thought it was an injury and huddled tightly in her father's arms. She was so scared that she still didn't dare to look at the scarecrow.
But the clown didn't talk to her anymore. Instead, he walked towards the scarecrow lying on the ground, grabbed the back of his collar and went back to the cell. He threw the unconscious and trembling scarecrow to the ground and left him alone. But he couldn't be so casual with Megan, because she was the most difficult one.
Let Megan sit on a higher chair. The temperature has turned cold now. She is wearing a single shirt and pants with a loose fit. She can easily roll up her sleeves and trouser legs to expose the injured part of her body.
There was a skin break on her left knee. When the Joker went to get medicine, Megan was curious about the wound and poked it with a finger. Then she raised her voice and let out an "Ahhh". The Joker turned around and saw an expression on her face, full of bitterness and hatred. He guessed what she had done. His temper was already bad enough, and he said with a twitch of his mouth, "Don't be stupid again, Megan."
Megan pouted unhappily, but she was also a little confused. "Does it hurt...burn?"
At first she was hurt by the fall, but now it was burning, not only on her knees, but also on her elbows. This time she did not touch the wound directly with her hands, but carefully touched the skin next to the wound, where the temperature was also higher than other places.
She seemed to have grown a brain and was able to recognize these problems. The Joker raised his eyebrows and brought the medicine he found to treat Megan's wound. He first cleaned it with saline solution and then disinfected it with iodine.
She was only slightly scratched, which was far from serious. Megan watched her father take a cotton swab and apply the brown liquid to her red wound. It was a little painful, but she would not cry because of it.
After the clown briefly treated her knee, Megan raised her elbow and pointed to the smaller wound. "Dad, here."
The clown glanced at her and said, "I've spoiled you." But he still dealt with it casually.
He turned around and put the potion back, and Megan thought she was better and tried to get down from the high chair, but she obviously underestimated her ability and almost fell face down when she got down. It was only when the clown pinched her armpit that she was lifted up. He knew that she would always cause trouble to make him unhappy.
Megan was put on the ground. She was extremely reckless, but before the clown could complain or lecture her, she jumped onto his lap, raised the teddy bear in her hand, tilted her head, and seemed to be preparing to speak.
She wanted to think through everything she wanted to say and tried hard to catch the tail of her thoughts.
"Bain, send me the bear."
That was all that mattered to her, not even the fact that the Scarecrow chased her and made her fall.
Megan cared more about her reward. She looked up at the clown with a focused and serious look and shook the bear she held up. After she expressed this, the clown picked up her doll and took a look at it. But when Megan reached out to take it, he said, "It's better to receive a gift than to pick up trash when you come back."
The child in front of him pretended not to understand, because she didn't think the things she brought back were garbage. After he returned the doll to her, she walked back to the darkroom on her short legs.
Since she took the initiative to go back, it would be even better. When the clown closed the door of the darkroom, he said, "Be careful, don't rub the potion off. If you come to me crying again..." There was no second half of the warning, which was blocked behind the door.
Without little Megan in his way, the clown first moved his fingers, making a series of joint cracking sounds, and then looked dangerously at the scarecrow lying on the ground. This academic madman was so arrogant. After hurting his property, did he think he could escape from his hands unscathed?
There are always people who try to underestimate him, thinking that he is just a non-threatening comedian who tells jokes on the stage. The Joker is used to this. He took a crowbar from the corner and weighed it carefully. The weight and texture were just right.
The Joker's understanding of the human body far exceeds that of the Scarecrow. After all, the other only focuses on psychology, brain neurology, and chemistry. So what about him?
An expression of extreme joy suddenly appeared on his pale face. He hooked the scarecrow's collar with a crowbar and lifted him up, not caring at all whether he would suffocate. Of course, he did it on purpose.
The scarecrow regained some consciousness and grabbed his collar, trying to get air for his lungs that were about to explode. Because he was trying too hard, the veins on his arms and even neck bulged, and his expression became extremely ferocious.
He was totally unconvinced and said haltingly: "Clown, she is obviously just, just..." a toy.
This was something the Joker himself said! It couldn't be his misunderstanding, right?
The clown looked down at him condescendingly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "Jonathan, my friend, you are right, but..."
"You damaged her."
Scarecrow's only consciousness was in disbelief. What kind of damage was it from just a fall? But the clown swung the crowbar that was hooked on his collar, dragging him away for a distance. His head hit the ground hard, and after the pain, he felt dizzy.
The clown's poison was still affecting him, making him laugh uncontrollably. "Why do you care so much about her? Look, clown, what did I find? You regard your toy as your daughter, right?"
He couldn't stop laughing. "You're a lunatic, haha. You actually have... a weakness!"
The clown swung the crowbar unmoved and hit him hard in the chest and lungs. The Scarecrow coughed and spit out some blood foam, and he felt more and more dizzy.
The madman with a pale face asked him: "You found it, then what?"
A new dose of poison was injected into Scarecrow's veins. He gradually became dazed and his eyes lost focus. The last words he heard were: "Jonathan, you're not the only smart person in Arkham. So why don't they get ahead of you?"
The author has something to say:
The Joker's poison gas also has the effect of turning people into his puppets. So when the Joker controls Scarecrow against Batman, well, this wave is a stand-in attack! And the stand-in gets beaten up!
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