Chapter 8 Chapter 8
Batman first dealt with the matter in the Upper West Side before driving the Batmobile here. When Gordon led a group of free police officers to the abandoned building, he saw that he was walking out without his cape and holding the tightly tied Joker in his hands.
There were many police cars with flashing warning lights parked in the open space outside the building. Gordon stood at the front, frowning at the Joker. When he got closer, he asked, "Are there any casualties?" The Joker was brought down, and Batman didn't seem to be in a hurry to do anything else, which meant that there was no big problem at the scene.
Gordon lit a cigarette and put it between his lips, completely ignoring the obvious bruises on the Joker's face. He was exhausted by what the Joker had done. It was almost four in the morning, and coupled with staying up late and running around, his head started to hurt. Only nicotine could make him feel better.
Batman shook his head slightly, "But the hostages are being sedated. They need to be taken to the hospital."
The hospital ambulance always follows the police car to the scene. This is a basic configuration in Gotham. Once the police station works overtime, the hospital will not be able to escape. So the medical staff got out of the car and went to move the hostages with the police. As for the others who were knocked down by Robin and Batman, they didn't have time to pay attention to them. They just took a look and confirmed that they were not dead and then ignored them.
The tall, dark figure standing not far away had lost his cloak. Gordon heard the explosion as he approached and guessed what had happened. He said, "Are you all right, old man?"
Batman shook his head. The arm that was blocked on his side was actually corroded by strong acid, so he only received emergency treatment. At this time, Robin appeared and came over shouting, "B! I found a child!" His cloak was pulled to his chest, bulging.
If it was a normal situation, he would not be so emotional and would just hand over the child he found to the police.
Their eyes met. Robin held the child, carefully pulled open his cloak and put her down on the ground. But she was about to fall down. Robin had no choice but to pick her up again. He lowered his voice and said, "I found her in a blind spot two blocks away."
She looked no more than seven or eight years old. Her slightly closed eyelids kept trembling, and her face was abnormally flushed, and she was obviously ill.
Both Batman and Gordon saw that the child was wearing thin pajamas that were stained with dust. She was also barefoot. The temperature at night was only a few degrees at this time of year and it was windy. She didn't know how long she had been outside. Her limbs that were not covered by clothes were frozen purple, and fever was inevitable.
But she was brought in by Robin, and maybe there was something else wrong, Robin said: "Sorry, maybe my wording is wrong, but seriously...she has some problems."
"I mean her psychological or spiritual side."
As Robin, he had learned a lot of knowledge under Batman's guidance, including psychology. He discovered the problem with the child from the first moment he saw her.
He followed his intuition and walked to the corner. When he lifted a rotten wooden board, he saw her - she had a pair of dry eyes open, without any emotion or feeling expressed. She was as empty as a doll. Even though she was sick with a high fever, she didn't say a word and had no intention of asking for help.
If no one came, she could stay there until she died.
This was the state she displayed. Robin had seen people suffering from mental illness before, but she was too young and she shouldn't be like this.
Robin couldn't accept it, so he brought her to Batman, "Whose child is she, B?" Once he knew the answer, he would want to do something.
Gordon spoke first: "There's no need to go around in circles through him." He knew exactly where Batman's intelligence channels came from, how many people's privacy he had violated, and how he had hacked into the police database more than once or twice. All of these were illegal acts, not to mention he was still here.
He gave Batman a warning look, "Let's check it through the police system. If we can't find it, I'll hand it over to you."
In fact, the information of ordinary people, including many special talents, is entered into the GCPD system. If the identity of the little girl cannot be found or something is wrong, it would be justified to send the vigilantes instead of bothering them with everything.
He took off his coat and covered the little girl with it. Seeing the situation, a female police officer came over with a blanket and took the little girl from Robin's arms. Gordon ordered, "Take her to the hospital to reduce her fever. As for her identity information, do facial recognition first. By the way, check for recent reports of missing children. We'll see if we can get anything out of her when she wakes up."
This was already very thoughtful, so when Gordon watched the police officer take the child away and turned around, he found that the two volunteers, one big and one small, had disappeared.
Gordon took a deep breath, threw the almost burnt cigarette butt aside, and walked into the abandoned building to see the specific situation here. As for the damage caused by people coming and going to the scene, the first batch of police officers who entered the building brought cameras with them. After they all returned to the police station to rest, they would come to study this thing carefully.
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The next morning, the child's fever subsided. In the hospital, she ignored everyone and all questions, had no initiative to eat, lacked interest in toys that other children liked, had difficulty concentrating, was emotionally deficient, could not express her own wishes, and refused to communicate with the outside world.
And based on the various phenomena she exhibited, she was like a "star child".
——Children with autism.
Although she had no desire to eat in the morning, she accepted to be fed and then underwent a simple child physical development assessment. She was 1.21m tall and weighed 19.6kg, showing obvious signs of malnutrition and developmental delay. She ignored all other tests and received no response at all.
Her loneliness symptoms were so severe that there was almost nothing in the outside world that could attract her attention. The doctors and nurses tried a lot, but in the end they were helpless and had no solution.
In the afternoon, the policewoman who took her to the hospital last night bought her a set of clothes at her own expense. After changing her out of the hospital gown, she took her to the police station. She looked at the child with tenderness and pity. Before they left, the blue boys in the police station had already learned about this part of the situation.
It's easy to imagine how a child with autism would be treated in Gotham if she doesn't have a good family background. First of all, her family may not have the money or time to try to cure her, and there is no completely effective medicine for autism. If the family she was born in is even worse, she will just be abandoned, or even worse, sold.
Yes, it was sold.
Human trafficking cases break out in Gotham every year. Either the people are taken in for research in violation of humanity and laws, or people with special fetishes specifically "collect" women or children with certain characteristics. To some people, autistic children may be like dolls that can be done at will.
James Gordon sighed as he looked at her, then asked the policewoman to take her up. They walked into a data room. The police officer at his workstation was looking through some documents. He heard footsteps and said without looking up, "If you have something to do, go find the next room."
Gordon said, "It's me."
The police officer looked up and wiped his face embarrassedly, then saw the policewoman and the child with her. It was hard to tell whether the expression on his face was good or bad. Perhaps it was because he had been working overtime since last night and still hadn't finished his work. Apart from instinctively completing his work, he could no longer make any expression.
His voice was dry and erratic, but strangely calm as he said, "Give me ten minutes, or my brain will explode."
Whenever something big happened in Gotham, the police officers were always the busiest and most likely to die suddenly. Gordon was clearly aware of this and didn't force his men to do this first, just reminding them. However, before leaving, he asked, "Do you want to take a break and let someone else take over?"
"Man, the bureau is full of zombies now." No matter who comes, they will look dead.
In fact, it might be fake to see him rummaging through documents when entering the room. After all, he had to bend over and crawl through the cabinets, and could barely close his eyes and rest. If he went to rest now, he would have to get up again in less than two or three hours, acting out "The Walking Dead". This kind of rest in the spare time can actually make him more energetic.
The situation in the Gotham Police Department is very chaotic now. Even the interrogation room has people sleeping. Gordon's office is used by tired police officers to rest, so they can only stay in the lobby.
They all sat down. Gordon looked at the child and saw her obviously numb and lifeless eyes. She avoided eye contact, and even her pupils seemed to be unfocused. She had no focus and was not paying attention to anything. She sat there with her head down, immersed in her own world.
Maybe even her own world is empty.
She refused to perceive, refused to respond, and even though Gordon had experience taking care of children - his Barbara, after hesitating, he still didn't speak to her.
He is not an old-fashioned person with rigid thinking. Sometimes he also has unconventional ideas. He thinks such children may not need help from others at all. It's just that adults in this world always want the world to operate according to their ideas and cognition. Unusual children will be considered "sick", and they use this method to unify the rules.
Adults stubbornly believe that it is bad to be self-isolating, so even children who are born with that habit have to change it so that they can "adapt to society" when they grow up.
Adapt to a society formed by the rules set by adults.
Gordon is sometimes very aware of some injustices and filth, but his cognition is fleeting. Back to reality, he is still struggling between the law, government credibility and vigilantes. He knows which side is corrupt and idle, and which side is truly pursuing justice, but he represents the former and can only try his best to cover up for the latter, hoping hopelessly that this city can truly change and get better.
The policewoman's name was Nevia. She was the person who had the longest contact with the child. Sitting next to her, she could hear her gentle breathing in the noisy environment. Her presence was very low. She was not noisy and noisy like other children of her age in her knowledge. She was very quiet, as quiet as a doll.
Nevia seemed to be talking to Gordon, but she didn't seem to expect his response. She said to herself, "She is too young. I still hope to find her biological parents. She must live and grow up under their care."
"You know, it's impossible for the orphanage to take good care of her. It's impossible."
Gordon: “You’re right.”
Because this child has black hair and green eyes, in the eyes of criminals without any bottom line, she is a popular "rare commodity", especially because her eyes are not an ambiguous color between blue and green, but pure green, which is valuable.
They sat in the lobby of the police station in a daze, with almost nothing to say. After more than 20 minutes, the police from the information room came over with a report registration form and some printed information.
Gordon first took the paper documents and looked at the name of the person reporting the missing child case that had been filled out a day earlier:
Arthur Sanchez Damon.
His missing daughter is Megan Chris Damon, who is eight years old. The photo of the missing child he brought was copied twice, and it can still be seen that the pixels of the original photo are very poor, and it is even black and white. In the blurry picture is a little girl with short dark curly hair, who is a few years younger than her current age. Their expressions are the same dull and lifeless.
In the recorded report, his words were incoherent. Even without reading the description written by the police officer in the expansion note, you could tell that he was extremely panicked at the time. He repeatedly said that his daughter was sick, that she would be persecuted and trafficked, and that he would definitely lose her.
The author has something to say:
In this chapter, Megan finally has a name (applause)
Then I won’t update this week. I will update one or two chapters next week. I will update during the May Day holiday~
You can also check out my next door work "The Beginning", they are all Megan (but the settings of each Megan are different), so the series is called Miracle Megan.
As a side note, I actually have another Megan that I've been hiding and haven't revealed yet (? ). The Megan in this book is ③Mei. She started as ②Mei, and ①Mei... ①Mei... She is set to have eight ex-husbands. She is my first Megan, but eight ex-husbands is really hard to write.
But I think ① plum is the most fragrant (I am sure)
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