Chapter 85 Chapter 85 [VIP]
Megan's cognition has some problems, but she is not a stupid child. Look at her behavior, crying pitifully, which actually changed the subject and prevented the Joker from continuing to delve into how she and Robin got together. So does he know?
Wouldn't he know?
The clown pretended to be helpless and picked her up, put her on the sofa, and patted her head again. When he walked upstairs, he heard some movement behind him. He turned around casually and found that the child followed him, obviously wanting to be his follower.
He sighed pretentiously, his tone unquestionable, "Megan, I thought you were going to take medicine now?"
If she doesn't take the medicine, her headache will not stop. Don't wait for him to change his clothes and come down, and then see her crying there, which will make him impatient.
He waved his hand and ignored her. Megan was left behind by him and watched him go upstairs, open the door of Arthur's room in the corridor and go in. She lowered her head and touched the tears on her face that had not yet dried. She obediently took the medicine first, and then went to the bathroom to wash her face.
After Megan tidied herself up, she curled up on the sofa with her knees hugged. The clown had even walked up to her, but she hadn't noticed yet.
Immersed in her own world, what would she be thinking?
The clown sat down next to her, leaning leisurely on the back of the sofa, stretched out an arm and patted her, "What are you thinking about?" But he didn't care much about the answer to this question, just chatting casually, after all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.
He kept his clown costumes in the two-story building he 'rented'. He was now wearing a well-cut purple suit. He always cared about his image. His dark green hair was combed back with hairspray, not looking messy at all. If it weren't for his terrifyingly pale skin, he would have been considered a polite gentleman.
After a minute or two, Megan still didn't respond, so the clown couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and manually turned her around. As a result, Megan threw herself into his arms and refused to get up. The clown said: "...Is this your new trick?"
Hasn't her brain gotten smarter after not seeing her for a long time?
She started crying when he came back, changed the subject when he asked about Robin, and now she has learned to act?
The clown looked at her, his smile deepening, his brows furrowed with deep wrinkles, but his mood was not bad, he was subtly satisfied. Seeing Megan burying her head in his arms, he did not force her to refuse. Instead, he touched her cheek with his leather-gloved hand and said, "Okay, I get it. This is another of your poor imitations, but..."
Before he could finish his words, Megan was pinched on the cheek by him. She fluttered her arms and legs and tried to raise her head, looking at him with sparkling eyes. The Joker gave his final evaluation, "Not bad."
She just likes to hear nice things, and the clown knows her too well. Sure enough, Megan looked happy, but she also said, "I'm really sad." Because her face was pinched, her voice was a little muffled.
Megan touched her cheek and seemed to still feel the wetness. She was not very communicative in the nursing home and spoke little to her friend Misha. After meeting Robin, she felt unfamiliar with him because she had never had friends of similar age before. In fact, she also did not like to talk when she was in Arkham.
But when she's with the clown, her true nature is revealed, and she expresses it more directly and bravely, "Dad, I miss you so much."
Because he missed her so much, he expressed it over and over again, fearing that the clown would not receive it. This thought was so simple that it made him extremely satisfied with his work.
The clown loosened his hand that was pinching her face, and Megan came to hug his arm and stuck close to him. She was bolder and tried to pull his bow tie. The clown held her hand down and warned her, "Don't do anything naughty, okay?"
Sending the child to foster care can save a lot of trouble, but there is one bad thing, that is, there is no way to know what she will learn or what she will become. It is extremely easy for her to become lawless. She already has some signs of learning bad things. Not only is she not afraid of him, she also tries to touch him. Does she really think that the role she is playing is that of his beloved daughter?
But this was exactly what the Joker had done. Well, he should have been more patient with her. He said to Megan, "Do you know what the little pills you took are?"
Megan shook her head. She no longer had a headache and looked at the Joker with curiosity. She had only been to the Joker's laboratory once and had seen some raw materials, but she didn't remember any of the long English words or abbreviations. Even Poison Ivy and Scarecrow tried to analyze the ingredients of the pills, but they only found some nerve drugs and knew nothing about the main ingredients.
The Joker would not answer their questions, nor would he tell Megan that this was his exclusive formula and his most important secret. He narrowed his eyes and his expression gradually became meaningful.
"It protects your mental state, prevents you from emotional breakdown, blocks your pain, and your rejection and fear of the outside world."
But Megan was even more confused. She reached out and touched her chest. She didn't seem to reject or fear the outside world. She hadn't discovered her own illness yet.
Megan was already familiar with the small building and Arkham, but arriving at the daycare center was a completely unfamiliar place for her. There were many people there, all strangers. Every teacher would try to talk to her, and only gave up when they didn't respond. Sometimes the other children would make a big fuss...
The world was crowded and noisy, but only Megan stood still.
During the period when Megan's self-awareness awakened and sprouted, the most indispensable existence was the clown, but in the foster care center, she lost all sense of security. She only had the phone calls and Arthur's words that he would pick her up on the weekend as comfort, so her emotions were always suppressed. It was not until this time that she saw the clown after a long time, so her emotions suddenly collapsed and caused a headache.
Seeing the confusion on her face, the clown sneered sarcastically, "Megan, you are a timid child. It's by your side because I am protecting you." He was obviously making fun of her, but by concealing some facts and changing the cause and effect, the whole thing became heartwarming.
The clown gave her too many preferential treatments and privileges, but because he had high expectations for her and wanted to win the ultimate prize, he had to continue to indulge her. Fortunately, she was different from other children and did not annoy him.
"You took the pills, right? It's almost time to rest. I hope you haven't gotten into the bad habit of staying up late yet."
Megan raised a hand. "Still need to exercise?"
The clown showed a surprised expression. Seeing Megan stand up and stand on the sofa, he looked her up and down and asked, "Did you really persist?" Then the child who was questioned by him became a little unhappy. She was imitating his expression, squinting her eyes slightly, pouting her lips, but she only showed bitterness and hatred.
"Dad!" Megan reached out and patted his arm, which was simply disrespectful, but then she hugged his neck again.
The Joker thought she had learned bad habits from Robin, so he pinched the child's armpits and tried to pull her away, only to hear her say sullenly, "...I'm very obedient."
All her friends told her that she had to exercise and keep her body in good shape so that she could be healthy.
Megan wanted to stay with her father all the time, not get sick or injured, and not let her father worry.
At first, she followed Killer Croc for walks and runs, and was taught exercise and meditation by Bane. After the weather became extremely cold, she could no longer exercise outdoors, but she could find something to do every day in Arkham, and occasionally played with Solomon, and exercised a lot. The only time she didn't exercise was between the time she came out of Arkham and the time Killer Croc came to find her.
When Killer Croc brought it up again, she hadn't stopped for a single day, and now, raising her arms, she saw that Robin was active almost every day, and the same consistent exercise was what made his movements nimble and agile, making Megan feel like she had the strength too.
She was still feeling aggrieved and unhappy, and the clown lectured her, "Stop being a spoiled brat, okay?"
"——Who told you that you are my most beloved child? Go and get ready for bed. I will send you to a nursing home tomorrow morning." Having said that, he couldn't help but look more dangerous. He had limited patience, and he was not her full-time nanny, let alone a full-time good father.
But Megan didn't speak or move. She stayed in his arms for a while before getting up and putting on her shoes. But before leaving, she said to her father, "I love you so much."
There was no expression on her face when she said this, but the clown moved his facial muscles and gave her a harsh and sinister smile.
"I love you too, kid."
Megan went to clean up and wash up. As for her exercise today? It was just some jumping around in the house before bed. Then, when the clown wasn't paying attention to her, a robin flew past the window. However, the robin was obviously unsure whether her friend's parents were coming home tonight, so it greeted her and left.
The young bird didn't notice him, but the clown narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming more meaningful...
After Robin left, Megan came over and stood beside his legs, looking at him. Her eyes were clear, without the sadness, sorrow, and grievance that she had before. She didn't say anything, and the Joker leaned over and touched her fluffy head, "Okay, I know he's your friend."
Does the Joker have any ideas about Batman's new Robin? Of course, but he has other plans. He won't start the game too early, and steal his own child's playmate? It seems his child would strongly disapprove and would have a tantrum.
Megan looked at him seriously for a long moment before nodding.
The next morning, Megan got up and went to wash up. When she passed by the door of a previously unused room, she suddenly found that the door was open. She went to the door to take a look and found that there were fitness equipment inside that she had seen in the nursing home, including a treadmill.
Small, simple model, children's treadmill.
Megan walked over and stood on the treadmill. The height of the handrail in front was just right. When she turned around, she saw Bob. She seemed to remember something and began to reminisce.
But he couldn't think of anything, only a faint impression, so he asked Bob: "Has there been a treadmill before?"
She was just curious about this question, and Bob was obviously a little embarrassed, mainly because he remembered that when Megan's condition was serious, she refused to eat, always hid herself, and rarely moved, Bob thought of a way to tie her to the treadmill with a rope to exercise.
Looking back now, Bob felt a little guilty. Seeing that the eldest lady stopped talking, he left in a very awkward manner.
Bob prepared breakfast, and the clown continued to dress up as Arthur. After breakfast, he took her to the nursing home. They had to walk for a while, then take a car, and finally arrived at the door of the nursing home.
Arthur held Megan's hand and walked slowly to accommodate her pace. After entering the center's gate, he let go of her hand, but Megan was still clinging to his legs, lingering and not wanting to part. She was reluctant to leave, so she put her hands behind her back and then reached out to grab Arthur's sleeve.
Arthur took the initiative to hold her hand, squatted down and said to her gently and reluctantly: "I may be busy for a long time, but it will be fine after this period of time. Megan, can you live well and take care of yourself?"
Megan pursed her lips and said nothing, so Arthur said, "Am I a very strict parent? Okay, my child, come back every weekend and play with whoever you want."
The author has something to say:
Megan: The most fragile child, Gotham’s unknown hero!
She has already taken action against her daddy, and a heavy blow is just around the corner!
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