Chapter 69 Chapter 69 [VIP]
After he was controlled, Two-Face's coin fell to the ground because no one caught it. It tumbled and made the familiar sound Megan always heard when she was alone and tossing coins.
The sound of hard metal was crisp, calling Megan out of an empty world. Suddenly, she noticed the outside world. Her vision was high because she was sitting on Killer Croc's thick arms.
The horrible, inhuman-looking monster was twirling a tissue between its fingers, having just wiped her face. She reached out to take it and felt something wet; it was her tears, the sadness flowing through her body. However, the child, who had obviously just cried, did not look very sad. She just turned to Killer Croc and hugged his arm.
The clown walking in front, leaning on his cane, turned around and looked at them with his smile on his face, but he was obviously not heading back to his cell. When he reached the entrance to the passage connecting to Poison Ivy's greenhouse, he stopped slowly.
Two-Face stood behind him, his two distinct faces expressionless. Even if he had been eager to act before, with many ambitions, now none of them could be achieved. He loved making choices too much, and his thinking was limited to them. But would the Joker play games with him? He couldn't even play his own games!
The Joker raised his eyes and looked at Megan. He tried to get closer to look at her, but the crocodile monster obviously took his joke seriously and stretched out a sharp claw to block him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't care about this little thing. After all, Two-Face's intention to target Megan was thanks to Killer Croc who tipped him off, although he was also prepared.
The man with messy green hair and pale skin smiled and said, "Good Meghan, won't you look at me?" His tone was as ups and downs as a jester in a court play.
Everyone thought she would be depressed. After all, she was only ten years old. When she realized something, learned the "truth", or was just treated badly, she should feel wronged and sad.
But that's just what they thought.
When Megan raised her head, she had no expression after crying, and just said, "Dad." She was thinking, maybe about her past, or maybe she was just in a trance.
Unexpectedly, she asked, "Daddy, who am I?"
If we look at "Who am I" as a philosophical question, how many people have been troubled by it throughout history. They all want to find the meaning of "I", prove their existence, and then infer and gain something from it. They have gone from philosophy to theology, and in modern times it is related to sociology. They regard "I" as a part of society, linking it with responsibilities and obligations in order to complete collective discipline.
She asked a strange question. As a clown who was also considered strange and unreasonable, she had a deep smile on her face. This time, when she approached Megan again, she was not rejected by Killer Croc, the child protector.
After all, he was her good daddy! Look at her now—did she feel any pain? In the end, she still relied on and trusted him, demanding answers from him.
The clown reached out and gently stroked her face, acting like a good father. He just put his leather-gloved hand on her face, and Megan would rub her face in his palm.
Their relationship remains close, but unfortunately, Meghan has always given people the impression that...
A poor wretch who was deceived and played by a clown.
Those idiots in Arkham have always been unable to recognize the facts and have a self-righteous habit. They are still alive and constantly causing trouble for Batman. It is thanks to them that they still have value, otherwise...
Every year, so many people of all kinds die in Gotham that even the GCPD can't keep track of them all. After all, those who die of unnatural causes usually come from all walks of life, occupations, genders, and age groups. It's a huge group. In addition to the innocent victims and "flawed" victims who are simply unlucky, a considerable number of perpetrators die during or after committing the crime.
Among this group of criminals, there are many small-time hooligans who died in unclear circumstances and thugs who were consumed for other reasons. There are also some lesser-known criminals who also try to become regular visitors to Arkham or Blackgate Prison and become famous criminals.
But they are not valuable enough.
Thus, they are spun into the vortex of rules hidden in the shadows by criminals, their bodies utterly destroyed. They see only crime, destruction, violence, bloodshed, and death, but fail to see the invisible filter that filters them. If they can get through, they live; if they can't, they die. This is also a high-risk profession, but many people are unaware of it.
The Joker is familiar with all the rules of Gotham. He knows it too well. After all, he is the person closest to the root of the rules, and no one knows Gotham better than him.
In response to Megan's question, his eyes were filled with madness and coldness as he told her the answer: "You are my child, Megan. I have countless fun with you, understand?"
What exactly did he mean? Little Megan was only valuable to him. Others couldn't see his efforts and might even look down on him for his innocence and weakness.
The clown withdrew his hand, chuckled deeply, and hummed the strange tune he had heard from the circus. "Now I have things to do, kid, you just stay here with your friends." He waved his hand and was about to leave.
But suddenly he remembered something, and he took out a small plastic medicine bottle from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and threw it to Megan with his back to her. Her athletic ability was not well developed, and she was even more lazy in exercising in the winter. She stretched out her hand but saw that she couldn't catch it, so the small medicine bottle was caught by Killer Croc, and he hesitated and was not ready to give it to Megan.
The clown said without turning his head: "Remember to take the medicine, I left enough, of course-"
"If you take one less pill, I bet you'll suffer withdrawal symptoms, but even if you beg me, I won't be able to come back for you."
He did have things to do now. The Joker never delayed his own work for Megan, knowing that this was only the investment period of a project, and it was far from the time of return. Even if he could foresee some interesting future, but now? He would only tease the child when he was bored, otherwise what was the point of her?
Just like her value, all the "fun" was given to her by the Joker. Without him, she would still be a dull and boring doll, and would have died in the corner of that deserted and abandoned amusement park. It was he who brought her all this.
Everything good, bad, everything she has, allowing her to be as clear-headed as she is now and not feel any pain, is all thanks to him!
Megan was a shallow puddle. Anything thrown into it would be fully reflected. However, he cleverly used the direction and angle to make her look ridiculously naive.
Self-centered
But she was not that important, as the Joker left without a trace of reluctance, Two-Face followed him silently, there was no doubt that they would be out of Arkham soon, and Killer Croc was not interested in the route they would take to escape from the prison.
Megan exhaled a deep breath, and the muffled sound attracted Megan's attention. She looked at Killer Croc, and he realized from the Joker's words that the bottle of medicine in his hand was very important to Megan, so he raised his hand and gave it to her.
Megan felt relieved the moment she held the small medicine bottle, but she was still not happy. She lowered her head and hugged Killer Croc's arm again, as if seeking comfort.
Killer Croc looked again at the direction the Joker left, and then took Megan to Poison Ivy's greenhouse. In fact, the Joker brought them here for this purpose. Megan is a girl, and when the Joker leaves Arkham, she is only suitable to stay with Poison Ivy, and Poison Ivy will take care of her.
Among the criminals imprisoned in Arkham Asylum, there are not many who can be considered gentle and tolerant towards children, and Killer Croc and Poison Ivy are among them.
Megan is the only child here. She was sick before, but she didn't turn into a lunatic like the Joker after she recovered. Their attitude will only become more tolerant.
All the plants encountered on the road were Poison Ivy's eyes and ears, and she already knew almost what happened in Arkham today. She had no mercy on the treatment that Two-Face would suffer. To be honest, if the Joker hadn't taken him away, she would not let him go.
Bullying a child she loves? Expecting her to be a victim? Why not ask her and her plant friends if they agree?
She walked out of the greenhouse and met Megan at the door, almost completely ignoring Killer Croc. She was gentle to Megan, and even a hint of pity appeared on her face. She reached out and gently stroked her fluffy head.
"My Megan, are you hurt?" she asked gently.
Megan looked up at her, but she kept her mouth shut. No one was urging or forcing her here. When Poison Ivy took her from Killer Croc, she said slowly, "I don't understand."
Falling into an embrace filled with the fragrance of plants, Megan stretched out her arms to hug Poison Ivy's neck and buried her head in her neck. Some warm and uncomfortable tears fell from her eyes and were finally felt by Poison Ivy, whose clothes were wet.
She also gave the child a tight hug. Sometimes direct physical contact is the most soothing. She glanced at Killer Croc and took Megan back to where she lived without saying a word.
Of course, Poison Ivy didn't live in the greenhouse, and her cell was separated from that of other criminals. As she slowly walked back, Megan stopped crying.
"What's wrong?" She was asking what was wrong with her heart?
Megan was put down and sat on a wobbly hammock with a flower pillow stuffed in her arms. Poison Ivy wiped her face with a wet tissue, and the tissue in her hand was taken away and thrown away, leaving only the small medicine bottle tightly held in her hand.
She felt a little depressed, and the tide hadn't returned. However, she placed her hand on her heart and said, "It feels uncomfortable here, like a sour fruit... a soft fruit?"
It tasted sour and had a collapsed part, which made her feel that it was a "soft fruit".
Poison Ivy squatted down in front of her and cupped her cheeks, her eyes filled with pity and love. "My dear, you are sad. Why is your heart like a sour, rotten fruit?"
Megan blinked and said, "Dad is gone." She didn't want to leave her father, and he didn't comfort her.
She was always considered a willful and selfish child by the Joker, but after learning about her life story from the Joker, although many criminals believed that it was a story made up by the Joker, just like he had told countless versions of his own past, Megan's reaction at the time could not be faked, so they thought...
Megan has been brainwashed and PUA by the Joker.
The author has something to say:
I didn't finish writing this at work during the day, and then I came home in the evening to help out at my relative's flower shop (my fingers and waist were sore). I just finished writing it now, sorry.
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