Chapter 63 Chapter 63 [VIP]
I spent more time playing with Megan because one day she talked about rabbits, so the Riddler gave her a rabbit doll.
He was very good to his playmates. Although he would not use the private channels connecting to outside Arkham to have a live rabbit sent in, after all, it was too wasteful, but it was no problem to send a doll instead. It was just a piece of cloth and some cotton, and it was very easy to send it in.
The Riddler handed the doll to her and sat on the threshold of the mechanism room, holding a question mark cane in his hand, checking the circuits inside, because he was also preparing in case he got out of Arkham one day. If he needed props at that time, he couldn't ask him to make a mold, find parts, and remake it on the spur of the moment, right?
If a new criminal has just made his debut, he will definitely imagine that he can shine and become a notorious super villain, but he will not make any preparations to lay the foundation for his ideal. He will have everything in his dreams and plan crimes based only on his ego.
But for these "old people" who have experienced a lot, they must be prepared at all times and know that anything can happen in this world.
For example, in the case of Bane, no one expected that it was missiles dropped from the sky that destroyed Arkham, which allowed them to escape. Otherwise, they would have to find a way to escape by themselves, or wait to be bailed out, which would have been a very long time.
For example, the scarecrow incident...
He was incredibly conceited in his academic field, but what was the result? He was severely defeated by Megan and the Joker, becoming almost a laughing stock. However, he had escaped from Arkham before, and his mind control was eventually released. He even tried to struggle, but the Joker didn't give him the chance, and instead suffered an even worse defeat.
Coming back to his senses, the Riddler activated the mechanism on his staff, and soon the huge question mark on the top began to heat up. He envisioned it to heat up quickly, thus creating a surprise effect in battle.
But even so, it is not a very sophisticated design, because it takes time to heat up, and high temperature is clearly visible in thermal imaging. For this reason, the Riddler has another small design.
"Your father is keen on the acid flower. Its mechanism is actually very simple, but..."
He said to Megan, regardless of her opinion and attitude, and continued on his own, "Sometimes I think I'm crazy. Otherwise, why would I be so obsessed with riddles and always leave clues?"
From the day he was arrested for his crime and diagnosed with a mental illness, every psychiatrist who had conducted a psychological evaluation on him could give his own diagnosis report. Those reports were long, cited countless viewpoints, and supported by social examples, and could provide a practical and powerful argument for the question of why he went crazy.
Everyone felt that his mental illness was traceable, and as for himself, he was arrogant and claimed to be the smartest person in the world, so he boasted and showed off to others, but he always failed, and all his achievements and satisfaction were only short-lived.
This was an enormous vortex that first sucked him in and made him unable to escape. Then he went crazy and began to spread it, bringing this madness to other people. But after he was captured and imprisoned, others were able to get rid of his influence, but what about him?
He's still mad about it.
It was as if he was infected by a virus, and a similar virus was also raging in Gotham, infecting countless people and turning them all into "psychotic criminals" residing in Arkham. All of them were crazy, running according to a fixed program, constantly trying to break through and surpass, but constantly repeating the same mistakes.
But why not give up?
The Riddler looked at the question mark-shaped cane in his hand, his expression already somewhat mad. With great resentment and unwillingness, he said, "We will never get better, Megan... We can't be like you."
Megan is the center of attention in Arkham, but why should a group of vicious criminals treat a sick child differently? She is treated specially here and is not harmed, just because she is the fun of the clown, but as her condition improves, she is the only one who is cured here - otherwise Scarecrow would not be targeted by the clown for his overly hasty actions.
Even a professor deeply involved in psychology went mad, with no other recourse in this daily torture. Didn't they, in the quiet of the night, reflect on the past and think about returning to society? But no one succeeded.
“We walk on our own paths, pursuing that impossible destination. As long as we are not dead, we will always look forward to reaching it and give everything for it.”
Just thinking about these things makes him want to go crazy. After the only trace of regret, there is an intense resentment and unwillingness. They cannot be cured. So when his spirit is stimulated, he only wants to further prove something -
Then the only way to vent is to commit crime.
The Riddler's expression was twisted and gloomy, but he controlled himself and returned to the original topic. "The mechanism of the acid flower is simple, but I made a deal with your father. Guess what it is?"
He chose to break through and surpass, so he traded acid with the Joker, ready to surprise his enemies, and the price he paid was to take care of children. Ha, take care of children.
Megan couldn't guess, but she knew the answer because the Joker told her, but she didn't speak when asked by the Riddler.
It was almost time to go back. Megan stopped playing with the Riddler. She stood up, dusted herself off, looked up at him and said, "Edward, I'm going back."
The Riddler's expression immediately turned friendly, and he smiled. "Okay, Megan, be careful on the road."
The child didn't care about his changing expression at all and walked away with the rabbit doll. The Riddler just shrugged after she turned around. She was just an emotionless child, or rather, her only emotion was given to the clown. Anyway, she was very stingy with people like them, and giving them a little emotional feedback was considered a big concern.
He also realized not long ago... Megan was able to follow the Joker's instructions since she arrived in Arkham, and later began to study, proving that there was really nothing wrong with her brain. So when he tried to teach her logical thinking, it could only be that she didn't want to pay attention to him.
Megan is a mean brat.
After saying goodbye to the Riddler, she walked alone in the Arkham High-Danger Zone. However, a figure not much taller than her appeared, and they had met several times.
The Mad Hatter saw the child and initially ignored her, but she was holding a rabbit doll in her arms. He stared at Megan with a heavy gaze for a while, then approached her with a familiar look and asked with a smile, "Look! A rabbit doll. Do you like that story too?"
Which story? What other story could possibly drive the Mad Hatter mad?
Alice in Wonderland, of course!
The Mad Hatter's life in Arkham isn't lonely. Having previously controlled his fellow inmates, he's now under tighter scrutiny after being apprehended and thrown into solitary confinement. Wouldn't those controlled by him want revenge? But he's no pushover, dodging them while laying traps and collecting parts for his new research on brainwave controllers.
As time passed, the interactions between him and that group of people were no longer frequent. He could walk safely in Arkham and even greeted Megan.
He was obsessed with anything related to Alice in Wonderland, and during this time, no one talked to him, let alone listened patiently to his analysis and understanding of the story.
He finally caught a familiar child. He remembered taking her with him when he escaped last time. She would listen to him carefully. Although she didn't show any emotions, her attitude was pleasing.
So at this time, even though he saw Megan shaking her head and didn't quite understand the story he was fascinated by, the Mad Hatter started chattering and said, "You know what? Wonderland has come to me."
The Mad Hatter raised the brim of his hat as he spoke. He had completely immersed himself in his role! He was the crazy and weird-talking Mad Hatter in the fairy tale, but this time he was introducing the fairyland he was familiar with to people, making them realize its magic, where there were strange phenomena beyond people's imagination and logic.
But he spoke too fast, and many words were skipped over before he could pronounce them completely, and then he continued with the next equally fast narration.
He was too eager to pour out everything that was in his mind, to let others know about his bizarre and confusing things. Megan's reaction speed could not keep up, and she only heard a burst of "wah" and "chattering" sounds.
She held the rabbit in her arms, a hint of innocent curiosity showing on her young face.
When the Mad Hatter finally stopped talking, he suddenly asked, "You found your Mr. White Rabbit, didn't you?"
Megan didn't hear clearly, and only after he repeated it did she begin to think about it slowly. She looked down at the rabbit doll and shook her head after a while, "No, it's a doll."
What she held in her arms was just a doll, so where was her Mr. White Rabbit?
The Mad Hatter looked at her darkly, but he didn't want to provoke the Joker and add another crazy and chaotic enemy to himself, but he still felt sorry.
Look at Megan. Doesn't she look like a little girl who fell down a rabbit hole? Arkham is her fantasy world. There aren't any unreasonable people like them out there. And here? It may seem beautiful, but it's full of danger. The Red Queen, who wants to chop off people's heads, is right next to Megan.
He was amused by his own thoughts. It was such a bizarre association. If he told them out loud, the Joker might also laugh at him, and then it would be a carnival for the entire Arkham Asylum.
After calming down, he said indifferently, "Well, it's a good thing you're not blonde and blue-eyed."
Megan didn't care about his regrets, nor did she understand where his stubbornness came from. It was just like that - because ordinary people couldn't understand or accept them, they were labeled "mental patients" and came here.
There is a big difference between a mentally ill criminal and a mentally ill patient. The former has been proven to have committed a crime, while the latter is just mentally ill, with at most some symptoms such as depression, mania, panic, delusion, self-harm, hypochondria, etc., but has not yet reached the point of attacking and sacrificing others to fulfill his own wishes.
The Mad Hatter is occasionally aware of his own mental illness. As he said, "It's a good thing Megan doesn't have blonde hair and blue eyes," he obviously knows what he looks like when he is mentally ill.
The question could not be taken any further, so the Mad Hatter decisively changed the subject, still rambling on, but speaking more slowly. When he reached the fork in the road leading back to his cell, he said, "Yes! March Hare, it's time for the tea party."
In his imagination, many strange-shaped plants grew on both sides of the passage, and everything was inviting him to go to the tea party and continue the story.
"Oh, damn it! Am I forgetting something? The dormouse? Where's the dormouse..."
The Mad Hatter went off in a mad way.
Megan walked forward alone, passing through an empty hall where some criminals were chatting. Megan didn't listen at first, but they talked about Batman - he always appeared in her father's mouth.
She stood in the corner, holding the rabbit, and listened. They were talking about Batman's 'Robin'? It seemed he had retired. After all, no one in Arkham or Blackgate Prison had ever injured Robin so badly that he couldn't get up or died. Especially since Batman, as his mentor and partner, seemed to be fine. So Robin was busy with something, or was their dynamic duo broken up?
They hadn't seen Robin for a long time and missed the young and immature vigilante. He was much more lively than Batman, liked to make jokes, and his ideal was to fight criminals, and he had been fighting for it.
As criminals being targeted, they did not discriminate against the young people with sincere enthusiasm. At most, they were quite unwilling to accept the fact that their conspiracy was exposed and they were defeated.
Robin has more likable qualities than Batman. For example, he's weaker, so his blows don't hurt as much, and he doesn't create a gloomy atmosphere like Batman does. This Robin...
Very cheerful and loves to laugh.
They talked about Batman and Robin for a while, then changed the subject to talk about how the wealthy Wayne had another adopted son, who was originally just a street thug, but was lucky enough to be seen by the kind-hearted Wayne and became successful.
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