Chapter 9 Chapter 9
As for the Damon family situation, it is also attached below. Arthur registered his daughter's information when she was born, but when she grew up and he discovered the problems with her, he didn't dare let his daughter go out at all, because he also knew that a child with black hair and green eyes would have no normal cognition and ability in Gotham, and would have no protection, and would only become a commodity in the hands of others.
Their family was the image of the lowest class in Gotham. None of them had formal jobs. His wife died of illness at an early age because they had no money for medical treatment. What was originally a minor illness was delayed until it was beyond recovery. Later, Arthur raised his daughter alone, and his life became even more difficult. The money he earned from doing odd jobs was only enough to barely get by.
With no way to earn more money and no way to treat her, Arthur didn't dare let anyone discover her abnormality, so his daughter Megan never went to school. Only a few people knew of her existence, but they had only heard about it and had never seen her in person.
This is a very common tragedy. Similar tragedies can happen not only in Gotham, but also in the most developed and prosperous cities.
Gordon felt a little reluctant, but still read on the reasons behind Megan's disappearance. Arthur had recently been trying to find a stable job, and in the process accepted the help of his former friend. Because he had to go to a place a little far away, he had to leave at four or five in the morning and might not be able to get back in the evening, so he asked his friend for help.
The consequences are obvious. The friend took Megan away. When Arthur came back and found that the friend was gone, he collapsed. He went to the police station to report the case and prayed to get his daughter back. He said:
'She is the best gift God has given me'.
He loved her very much and could not lose her. If there really was a God in the world, he would be willing to go to hell in exchange for his daughter's return. If she could not come back, his heart and his soul would be taken away with her.
Gordon sighed. He knew the father loved his daughter very much, but they couldn't be so careless in their approach to the case. Even though they were almost certain the little girl in front of them was Megan Damon, they still had to go through the necessary procedures. He said, "Nevia, let Arthur come and see if this is his daughter."
He has a lot of things to take care of. Nevia knew that Arthur had learned about his daughter's news early yesterday morning and had gone straight to the police station to wait. He was confused and at a loss, and was so anxious that he was still waiting until now, just hoping for a good result.
A young police officer went to call for help, and then they saw a tall, thin man in tattered, dirty blue work clothes running in. He had the same curly black hair as the little girl and the same green eyes.
He only needed one glance to confirm his daughter's direction. At that moment, an extremely strong light shone in his eyes. However, when he approached, he hesitated. He stood at the door and hesitated, muttering to himself a little nervously: "Am I really not dreaming? I saw her, my love, that is-"
"My Megan."
Tears welled up in his eyes, wetting his unkempt, gray face, but he raised his hand but did not wipe them away. He just looked at Megan with a focused and sad gaze. He couldn't be sure whether this was just his beautiful dream. If it was shattered, what should he do?
Gordon said, "Man, you should come over here right now. You know, she needs you."
When the man named Arthur came over, Gordon reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "God has given you good luck." Your daughter is back, and you don't have to go to hell.
After he finished greeting them, he went to do other things. As for the situation in the hall, with so many people in the police station watching, policewoman Nevia also stood up and moved to another position, watching from a distance.
Arthur walked towards his lost daughter. He had been tortured enough in the past two days. His clothes were dirty, his hair was messy, and his face looked very haggard, but he forced himself to walk in front of Megan and half-knelt on the ground.
Arthur placed his hands, which were full of traces of life's suffering, on her head. He forced a hard smile and whispered to her, "Meghan, you are my child."
They were very close, their two pairs of green eyes meeting each other's gaze. 'Star Child' saw something familiar in his eyes, and her gaze gradually became focused. Even though she still didn't speak or move, she looked very intently.
Her confused and dazed consciousness made it impossible for her to think, but in front of her were people and things she didn't understand. Her eyes opened wider, looking rounder, and finally showing a childish look that was no longer numb and dead.
Then, when Arthur took his hand away and he really laughed, shaking his head mischievously in front of her, her eyes followed him -
This was the first time she responded to the outside world, and she was so purposeful, chasing his face.
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The conclusion about whether they were father and daughter was already clear, but the police still checked the information of Arthur's friend, including identity information, recent communication records and activity tracks. His friend had bad intentions and had some minor crimes on his hands, so he had been on the run.
There are too many small-time people like this who are ruthless and slippery in Gotham. Except when the case was reported, almost no one paid attention to it because the case was not serious and there were many other cases. If it had not come to Batman this time, perhaps even Gordon would not remember these things.
From the scattered clues, they barely pieced together a "truth". It was probably that the friend originally wanted to use his connections to break into Damon's house to steal, and the job was made up to deceive Arthur. In order to make more money, Arthur believed it blindly and entrusted his daughter to the friend's care. Who knew that the friend actually took Megan away.
As for why Megan later stayed alone in the corner of the street, Megan had a little problem. She might have been stressed because it was her first time leaving home - and she was forced to do so, which led her to hide herself.
Asking Megan about her specific experiences and circumstances would not give any answers, and they could not force a child to answer.
Arthur wants to take her away, and before leaving, Gordon gives them an envelope. Arthur can't refuse it, as he needs money to support his life and to take care of and treat his daughter.
Gordon watched the father and daughter leave. The man who played the role of the 'father' was very tall and extremely thin, with a pitifully bent back. Beside his legs, his daughter Megan was underdeveloped and looked very small.
She felt uneasy as she walked out the door and stopped behind his legs. Arthur picked her up. He had put away his previous melancholy mood and rubbed his cheek against hers affectionately. From that angle, he couldn't see what he said.
Arthur had a surprised smile on his face, and the characteristics of being noticed by Megan surged out of him, as if he had transformed into another image in an instant.
"Good Megan, I knew you would cooperate with my performance!" She recognized him.
He said that he could find the fun that fascinated him in this child. He had had enough of playing madmen and criminals, and he had long wanted to try a new role!
The clown had made sufficient preparations for this, so his posture at this moment seemed to be in line with his character. He looked like he had just found the love of his life. He kissed the side of the child's face in his arms, and his smile became even wider. "Let's go home."
Which 'home' to return to?
Of course, it was their cramped, old house, but one filled with warm memories! Next to an old bridge in Old Gotham City, that residential area had existed for quite some time. It had prospered decades ago due to the nearby industrial area, but it quickly declined after the city's center of gravity shifted and the factories closed. Most people had made some money and moved away, except for the Damon family—
Old Damon was a fool. He had accomplished nothing and was addicted to alcoholism and gambling. The consequence was that he not only drank himself into the stinking ditch and turned into a bloated corpse, but also left poverty to plague his descendants and tied them all here, unable to leave.
Arthur Sanchez Damon only attended elementary school. After Damon Sr. died, he had to rely on illegal work to survive. As for his mother? She and Damon Sr. were together for a while when they were young, but they were never married. They were together when the passion faded, and they separated. She left their son to Damon Sr. and had another lover. She later died of illness.
The man only had his daughter left, and they went home together.
GCPD and the old town were separated by a bridge. Arthur held her all the way back. His hard life had worn him down to a physique that could bear more burdens and pressures when he was young. Perhaps he would need to repay something with interest when he was old, but that was still a long way off.
They walked across the bridge and heard the cries of seabirds in the sea breeze. They circled in the sky and sometimes landed, standing at various places on the bridge to watch the pedestrians and vehicles on the road. Some seagulls stared at them, trying to find traces of food or interesting things, but there was nothing. They were inexplicably poor.
When a seagull couldn't help but rush towards them, Arthur raised his hand and pressed the back of Megan's head into his arms, and the swift wings passed just a few centimeters away from his eyes, making him close his eyes and curse: "Oh! Damn it!"
He brought his daughter home and sat her on the old sofa while he went into the kitchen to cook.
It was evening now, and the narrow living room was dimly lit by the afterglow of the sun shining through the overly worn glass windows. There were no lights on in the house, and with only this little light to see things, the house was messy but orderly, with traces of life everywhere.
A work suit hung on a crude coat rack behind the door. It was the same style and fabric as Arthur's, but much cleaner and tidier. It was probably the best clothes he ever owned. The closed door had not only a common lock, but also a latch installed higher up, where a young child couldn't reach it.
The TV looked very old, and I wasn't sure if it was still usable. Many of the wires had been pulled out and were hanging on the TV cabinet underneath. There were also a lot of miscellaneous items on top, such as the TV remote control, biscuit boxes, milk powder cans, combs, etc., and a few dirty coins were scattered around.
Then the two bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom all maintained the appearance of a poor family at the bottom of society, but in some details, those traces of Megan's life and her things -
Hairpins of various patterns, handmade cloth toys, clean and soft clothes, children's picture books, etc.
On the desk under the window, there are various methods Arthur wrote down because of Megan's illness, including his attempts and the results he got. All the handwriting is sloppy and there are even spelling errors. They confirm that he only has an elementary school education and also prove the pain of a father who is powerless.
Arthur came out of the kitchen during a break in cooking. He slowly walked over to Megan, squatted down, and placed his hand on the shoulder of this child who showed no signs of recovery even after 'returning home'. He said, "You go from one dream to another. Which one is real?"
He smiled, and seeing Megan's empty eyes, his joy overflowed without reservation, "Yes, the answer is,"
"Beside me."
"My side is all you have."
The Joker was certainly aware of this fact, but he needed to bring this idea to her, to instill it into her head, so that it could give rise to more interesting ideas that would make him laugh.
The author has something to say:
I asked Gezi, and it turns out the next chart is not a bi-weekly chart (big shock)
This chapter: Watch the Joker's performance online. He is really a cross-disciplinary talent (?)
Then I realized I seemed to have forgotten to mention that Megan has no superpowers/gold fingers/system plug-ins, can't use magic, doesn't use a vest, is not a time traveler/reborn, has no bloody background, is not a bat boy, not the Joker's biological child, but just an ordinary sick child.
She will have her choices in the future and she will grow up well.
Even if such a character is likely to die repeatedly if she really lives in Gotham, we won't do that. It's just the growth experience of a child, so we'll just write about daily life. There's no need for too much pain, torture, hatred, and even if she's sick, she will be cured.
This article focuses on raising a child. The child has been given to Ugly Master, so it depends on how he raises him (spreading his hands)
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