Chapter 66 Chapter 66 [VIP]
Arthur, who had just returned, smelled strangely of chemicals. He brushed off his shirt, his black hair damp from the snow, but he paid no attention to it. He took the burger wrapper from Megan, crumpled it up, and tossed it carelessly on the side of the road, admonishing her, "Don't be like me, Megan. Littering is not good."
The smile on his face was faintly crazy. I don't know what he did when he left. He even looked ferocious. As for his true appearance? He never hid it in front of Megan. She had already recognized this.
Megan took one look at the discarded trash and said 'oh' slowly, and Arthur was no longer considerate, "Go get your hot corn juice yourself." Do your own thing.
They waited for a while under the platform, and the snow almost stopped, so they slowly walked back to the downtown area.
Megan had eaten and drunk her fill on the way home, and was incredibly eager to get home. She finally returned to the building even faster than when she left. Just then, she saw a car driving away from the front door. Without a single sense of danger, she ran to push open the unlocked door. What was inside?
There was the Christmas tree that she, as a little girl, had wanted, with ribbons, decorations and small light bulbs strung together, and it had been lit up with colorful lights, indicating that it was a holiday.
Arthur walked over to her and glanced down at her. "This is the festival you wanted."
We've gone shopping, we've got a Christmas tree, but as for presents? It's not time to bring them out just yet.
On Christmas Day, Gotham was not peaceful because Calendar Man, a criminal who was very sensitive to special numbers and holidays, escaped. He had prepared for this holiday for a long time and easily attracted Batman's attention. The Joker had completely taken off his disguise and he no longer had the hobby of dressing up as another person in his daily life.
He was very calm, and there was no terrifying smile on his face. In fact, he didn't like to laugh because it would bring about some bad...bad physical feelings...
Megan was unpacking the gift box next to him, and all she had was an empty acid flower, a deck of cards, and a coin.
So is the Joker stingy?
But she was still a child with an empty head, so what did she need those useful things for? Moreover, he was now supervising and caring for her, taking care of her daily life and even every aspect of her life. If he said "she should be given gifts that people consider common sense", then was he really a good daddy?
Meghan undoubtedly liked the gifts she received. She went upstairs with the gift boxes, and it was obvious that she was going to put them all away.
After the festival, the Joker took Megan back to Arkham and continued to keep her in captivity for a while.
Solomon Grundy walked out of his special cell. The news did not spread outside Arkham. After all, the big guy had no intention of escaping from prison. He just came out to play with his "friends". And because he was an old zombie who had lived for a hundred years, he was made to wash and disinfect, and then put on a barely fitting piece of clothing before he could approach the child with a low immunity.
To be honest, he was reluctant to be washed all over, but Killer Croc and Poison Ivy controlled him together, and his friends were waiting on the side, which prevented him from losing his temper and destroying Arkham Asylum.
After that, he played with Megan. His physique was even bigger than Killer Croc and he didn't have hard scales, but his body was always cold and felt like an invulnerable piece of steel. But Megan could sit on his shoulders as long as she wrapped herself thickly.
Grandi was also happy to take his friends out to play, but there were not many places they could go. After all, Arkham was originally built according to the height and architectural standards of ordinary people, and no consideration was given to non-human monsters. The original designers and construction workers could not have imagined what kind of freaks the residents of Arkham would be.
His height limited the range of his movements, and he had to be careful to control his strength so as not to accidentally crash through the wall, which would hurt Megan.
The temperature is cold in winter and Megan's physical condition does not allow her to play outdoors for a long time, so the place where she and Grandy spend the most time is the library, where there is enough space.
Thick blankets were also laid on the floor of the library, and the doors and windows were closed and the air conditioner was turned on.
Megan sat cross-legged, with Grandy next to her and Killer Croc opposite her.
Crocodiles are cold-blooded animals, and the temperature they are most adapted to in daily life is not low. When winter comes, they usually hibernate in order to resist the cold. After the killer crocodile reverts to its ancestral form, it is also affected accordingly. If it does not want to hibernate, it needs to maintain a suitable ambient temperature.
Killer Croc also sat on the ground, his huge body completely blocking the tail behind him. After all, it would attract Megan's attention. Now he was telling Megan a story. Of course, the lessons and stories were intertwined, but Grandy was not interested in the teaching content.
But they are now living in the same room peacefully only because of Megan. If a conflict breaks out between them, the entire Arkham will be in chaos, and even Batman may notice the abnormality in Arkham.
Killer Croc let out a heavy breath like thunder. He finished his story, and Megan raised her hand: "Waylon, are you going back?"
Because she had aphasia before and was not very active in speaking practice, her voice was slow and weak, and her accent was a little different from that of ordinary people, mainly in pronunciation and transitions. However, she looked cute because of her childishness.
The crocodile wiggled the tip of its tail. "Anything else you need?"
Megan shook her head calmly, watched him leave, stood up, and said to Grandy: "Get out, Xue!"
After Christmas, there was not much snow in Gotham until recently. Megan was eager to go out and play in the snow, but when Killer Croc was there, he didn't let her go out and have fun. Now he has left.
Grandy wanted to stop her, stumbling over his words, "No, no." But he was too big, and he was afraid of hurting Megan when he was with her.
Megan was very fragile, even compared to himself and the criminals in Arkham, she seemed very small. She was very young and weak. When Grandy lifted her onto his shoulder, he found that he could hold her with one hand.
He can hold his enemies in his grasp, imposing restraints that incapacitate them, but he is careful with his friends.
Seeing Megan jumping to open the door, Grandy slowly walked over to help her, stretched out a finger and easily pushed the door open. After Megan walked out, he bent down with all his strength and followed her out.
It had been snowing heavily for four or five days, and there was already a lot of snow on the ground. Megan had slipped before, so she was very careful now. However, she didn't think that it was the frozen road that made her fall, not the snow outside. She looked at the snow under her feet, which made a dent with every step, and squatted down after walking a distance.
Megan didn't want to touch the snow with her hands. It was still what happened before. When she played in the snow, she found that her fingers were red, swollen and painful. She looked frustrated and aggrieved. In the end, she was taken to get a hot compress and applied an unpleasant-smelling frostbite cream.
Now that she has experience, she plays in the snow with gloves on. It takes time for the snow and water to seep in, and she can change her gloves then.
Because there was a child in Arkham, the Penguin took charge of her clothing, almost since she arrived. This silent gangster boss who seemed to have little interaction with her did not exclude her, and even expressed a little kindness. After all, this was not a cost at all to him, and at most it was a casual charity.
In the snow, the clever child started making snowballs. She was unfamiliar with it at first, but this kind of thing did not require any experience or skills, just kneading it would be fine. She moved slowly but with great enthusiasm. After she made a few snowballs and put them aside, she turned her head and saw Grandy. He was still wearing a single layer of clothes. After all, he had already died and could not feel the temperature.
Grandy grabbed all the snow on the trees in the greenery with his big hands, mixed it with leaves and squeezed it into a ball. After he grabbed a few more trees, he squeezed all the snowballs together and finally had an extra-large snowball that was taller than Megan.
Megan: “Wow—”
The snow was still falling outside. Her eyes were bright, clean and without any haze. Although she was a small person, the world in her eyes and heart was very big. Because it was empty, it could easily accommodate anything.
She patted the big snowball, then lowered her head and kicked the small snowball she had made, which broke apart immediately. However, the big snowball in her palm was very solid and firm. Megan had seen others playing with snow on TV before, so she also went over and tried to push the snowball.
I can't push it. I can't push it at all.
Finally, when Megan tried to hug it, she couldn't hold it at all, and her cheek accidentally touched it. She was so cold that she quickly moved away and almost fell down. It was Grandy who supported her with the back of his hand.
"Solomon, awesome."
Grandin could be happy with just a word, but Megan tried to command him. After thinking for a long time, she reached out and gestured, picked up a loose snowball she had made, squeezed it more loosely, and then swung it into the air.
She gave him a simple demonstration, and Grundy understood what she meant. He grabbed the big snowball with his bare hands and threw it into the air. Then he jumped up and threw a powerful punch.
The solid snowball was instantly broken apart, and then fine snow flakes fell from the sky.
Megan looked up at the even heavier snow, but when Grandy landed, the snow splashed from his feet and hit her first. Megan was covered in a thin layer of snow. She said, "A-choo!"
In the end, Megan was taken back by the clown. When her good daddy took his naughty and willful daughter away, he glanced at the big zombie with an ambiguous expression, but did not pay much attention to it. Instead, he said to Megan, "You did something that made me unhappy again."
Megan was jumping up and down as he led her. She thought for a moment, "I won't catch a cold...right?"
Did she just catch a cold? Now, back in the corridor of Arkham's high-risk area, it was warm. She already knew what it was like to be sick. She took the Joker's hand and put it to her forehead. She asked, "Dad, no?" She didn't have a fever, right?
The clown was pulled sideways by her and looked down at her condescendingly. The smile on his pale face did not change. Instead, he nodded and said in a slow tone, "Okay, my child, you don't have a fever."
Megan rubbed her cheek against his hand again and tried to hang on to his arm, but the Joker pointed out, "You haven't been active this winter." It's bad enough that she didn't have any training, but she wanted to hang on to him again? Impossible.
The Joker had unusual plans for her. After the new year, many escaped mentally ill criminals came back, including Megan's teachers.
When the Riddler came back, he complained to Megan, "That damn Bat actually found another Robin. He's such a high-spirited little boy." He didn't know how to control his strength when hitting, and he was overly agile. Compared with the previous Robin, there was a sense of ruthlessness in his actions.
He said: "I don't know where Batman hired his assistant. I envy him."
Of course, the Riddler was just talking. He glanced at Megan. Although she was nominally his student, he refused to acknowledge the teacher-student relationship. After all, she was too stupid to be his student and was totally unqualified. He could only play with her occasionally.
As time passed, word of Batman's new Robin spread throughout Arkham.
The author has something to say:
By the way, in a few days, the next door game "Superpower is 100% Fraud" will be free for a limited time. If there is no change, the free time is July 11, and the full text will be free on that day only.
A daily story about raising a cub in anime. Sakurako is a silly but super cute cub. In her world, everyone loves her.
By the way, I would like to ask for the advance collection of "The Shame of the Traveler", the copywriter:
My name is Jie Yunsheng. My mother said that my name was taken from a poem:
Clouds form the sea tower. I don't remember much about my past life, but I was a traveler. It's just that there were so many other travelers in the village that I wasn't taken seriously. Fortunately, I still have my mother, who raised me. Old Zhou said that among all the travelers, I was the only one with the aptitude to cultivate.
Even with three spiritual roots, it took them hundreds of years and several generations of time travelers painstakingly to develop a spiritual root measuring instrument. I'm their only hope. On the eve of my departure to cultivate immortality, Old Zhou called me a "disgrace to time travelers." I accepted the title with a clear conscience, brimming with pride. But he didn't know that on the way out of the village, the person who picked me up told me: There's no spiritual root cultivation system in this world.
The text is written in the third person and is classified into multiple categories, because both men and women love her, but the heroine says: Those who love me are my enemies.
Mainly because I haven't found any good and interesting cultivation stories that I like, so I tried to start my own. It can also be considered a raising-a-child story, starting with a young child and then slowly growing up. It is expected to be a very long story.
This is Chapter 66. Leave a comment to receive a red envelope~
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
