Chapter 92 Chapter 92 (Xiao Xiu) [VIP]
Megan has been in the care center for a few months. Since her condition has been stable most of the time, it doesn't seem that she has improved much. However, she speaks more and more and can express herself more clearly. Sometimes when children of the same age come to play with her, she no longer rejects them. Even if she doesn't participate in their games, she can get along well with them.
Her academic performance has also caught up with that of a fifth-grade student. If her condition improves, she should be able to go to school.
At the end of May, Arthur, who was always busy working outside and had little time to go home, came back. He had found a job before and gradually proved his ability. He was also constantly learning the technology in the factory. Now he finally got a salary increase and had more time to take care of Megan.
Arthur applied to the foster care center to pick up Megan when he is not working to increase the parent-child interaction. Although he said so, it is obvious that when Megan's condition gets better in the future, maybe when school starts this year, she will be sent to school. Arthur loves his daughter and will definitely make plans for her.
She would be at home all week, so Arthur took a leave from the factory. He would go back to work a week later and would come back every few days after that.
Megan said goodbye to Misha and walked out of the place where she had stayed for several months. She was holding only the empty fish tank with small plastic fish in her hands, because if it was filled with water, she would not be able to hold it steadily and would spill the water.
Arthur carried all the other things, such as daily necessities, clothes, and the gifts Misha had given her. He walked out of the gate of the special care center with his daughter and squatted down not long after walking. Although he was already carrying a lot of things in his hands, he still asked Megan, "Do you want me to carry you?"
He looks completely different now, with a relaxed smile in the corners of his eyes and brows. The only thing that remains unchanged is his gentleness and tolerance, and the look he gives Megan is full of love.
Megan and her father looked at each other and nodded. They were already close to each other, so she gave him a hug first, then walked around behind Arthur and climbed onto his back, still holding her slender arms around his neck, and shaking the small fish tank there, and the plastic fish hit the wall of the tank with a light sound.
Arthur stood up after carrying her on his back. They walked slowly down the road. Megan said, "Dad, go home."
The tall, thin man carrying her was also laughing—even if Megan's emotions were weak, how could he have mistaken her? Her happiness was always pure, as long as she met someone, as long as she had fun, as long as she wanted to express herself.
Megan's hand was swaying in front of his chest. She didn't speak, only the sound of very light breathing could be heard. Arthur also remained silent, listening to the rustling sound of tree leaves rubbing against each other in the green belt along the way, and the rhythmic footsteps. Arthur's footsteps and the clown's footsteps were completely different, and Megan could already tell them apart.
Arthur's footsteps are heavy, in the most natural state, without any intentional adjustment or control, while the Joker is always dressed like a gentleman in a suit and tie. He cares about his image, his footsteps are light and have his own unique rhythm.
They were going back to downtown and had to take a bus. Arthur didn't carry her far. When they got in the car, the father and daughter sat next to each other. After putting their things down, he took out two colorful ribbons from his pocket and tied them on Megan's two ponytails. She grabbed her much longer hair to look at it, and stretched out her fingers to touch the ribbons.
"I like it." Maybe she would say she likes whatever Arthur gives her.
Anything but pain. And Arthur/Joker had protected her for too long from the pain of the world bearing down on her, threatening to flood her body and soul.
Arthur looked at her and smiled. "Then wait until tomorrow morning and braid it into your hair?" Megan nodded.
Nothing unexpected happened on the way home. When they got off the bus at the station, they still had some distance to walk. This time, Megan didn't ask Arthur to carry her on his back. Even though his hands were full and he couldn't hold her hand, she expressed her happiness, followed him closely, and finally took the initiative to hold his sleeve.
When they got to their 'home', the two-story building, they would put their things at the entrance and Bob would come to tidy them up. Arthur would take off his disguise the moment the door closed. Even though he was still wearing the same clothes, the difference in his demeanor could not be ignored.
The clown sighed pretentiously, but patted Megan on the head as she looked over, "Good boy."
How can you not be considered a good kid?
Let him continue to perform this play, and it seems to have a bright future. Too many people have been fascinated by it, including the mentally ill criminals in Arkham, the people outside Arkham who don't know the truth, and even a few audience members with special identities...
He stood by the door, deep in thought, and Megan stayed quietly beside him, but she couldn't stay still for half a minute when she returned home. She pulled the clown's hand and shook it, and when he came to his senses, he heard Megan calling "Dad".
"What's wrong with you?" he asked subconsciously.
But then the clown laughed, and he discovered a little bit of fun, about his gains and traps -
At first, the clown regarded her as a 'gift' he had received, the best entertainment. To be honest, it was boring, but it was enough to kill time and it was still fun. But since she was pulled out of that desolate and dry world, this child has become different.
The changes that had taken place in her were certainly great, and none of it escaped the Joker's notice. He knew her better than she knew herself, but when had she become different, and when had he fallen into that trap?
As long as he pays attention and cares, he will form a basic trap. It is this trap that makes him forget his own efforts and only care about the insignificant gains.
It was the funniest joke in the world, making even the clown burst into laughter. He hadn't originally planned to perform it himself, but if a trap could be seen by others, how could it be called a trap? In the end, he was also trapped.
But when he looked down, Megan was still looking at him. Her green eyes were clear and flawless, and it was difficult for anything to remain in them. Even if something was reflected in them for a moment, she could not keep any of it in her heart.
Megan has this problem because of her fear, avoidance and indifference. This is also a secret that only he knows.
But even for such a child, her gaze was focused on him, never wandering. The clown suddenly smiled and said, "I've hired a teacher for you. Do you want to go see him?"
He was confident of victory and could fully anticipate her every reaction. Just as he thought, Megan nodded, but couldn't help looking around, because she was not sure whether to go now or when to see the teacher, so she seemed a little conflicted.
In fact, Megan still had some traces of clockwork left in her body, and she would only follow his exact instructions, otherwise she would fall into a state of shutdown. However, her reactions were much more vivid now, which was considered progress.
The clown leaned down and touched her cheek, "Wait for me down there. I need to go change."
Such instructions were very simple. Megan couldn't be separated from him for a moment. She followed him and watched him go up the stairs, then stood still. She was curious about her teacher, because even Killer Croc and Riddler were just babysitters in the Joker's mouth, who only took care of her and played with her for a while.
As for the tutor she had hired before and the teachers in the daycare center, they were useless except for taking care of the children. Even though the clown had never said these words, his attitude was too straightforward.
Even if Megan didn't realize this, she still couldn't understand it. After all, she only called people by their names, and her other social skills were so clumsy that they were laughable. However, she realized that the "teacher" the clown mentioned must have something special.
When the clown came down after changing his clothes, his skin was pale except for his lips which were scarlet. He was wearing a purple suit, but he didn't have the standard winter coat, after all, it was not suitable for the season. He smiled slightly when he looked at Megan. He didn't like to smile, but the dangerous and terrifying temperament in him didn't diminish at all, and was even more terrifying.
After he came down, he held out his hand to Megan, who happily held it and asked, "Dad, are we going now?"
The clown nodded slightly. He was not afraid to walk out of the room during the day. Moreover, he already had people around here. No surveillance camera could capture him, and no one would leak the secret. As for the teacher?
He took Megan to a club two blocks away. The only clubs in the downtown area that were still useful were those that served as bases for small gangs. The rest that were unwilling to go along with the gangs had already gone bankrupt due to losses. For example, the club they arrived at had been abandoned for a long time, but someone had recently opened it.
When he was about to open the door, he gestured to Megan to do it. After all, it was just an unlocked glass door, but she was short, and when she wanted to push the door, she couldn't push it open because she applied the force at the wrong angle.
Megan started pushing with her hands, then gradually with her arms, and finally with her whole body, pressing her cheek against the glass door. Unfortunately, the door didn't respond. After pushing for a long time, the door panel only shook. But when the child gave up, rubbing her cheeks and hands, she didn't seem frustrated, but just a little stunned. She called out, "Dad."
Before the clown could respond to her, the person inside opened the door.
Megan looked over and saw an adult man with blond hair and a beard. He was wearing a slightly loose training suit and was almost as tall as the Joker. Megan had to look up with great effort, but he looked stronger and more capable of fighting than the Joker.
He didn't look particularly happy when he saw the clown. If Megan had known more about human emotions and expressions, she would have known that it was filled with disgust and repulsion, perhaps even with an uncontrollable murderous intent. He let them in with a cold face, but when he saw Megan standing by the clown's legs and noticed her innocence and childishness, his attitude softened slightly.
The clown didn't care about his cold face and walked in with the attitude of the host, so that the blond man walking in front of him was like his road boy. He walked for a distance before he found Megan lagging behind, walking slowly and looking around curiously, so he picked her up, and the man looked back at them.
In fact, this distance is not long. After all, this club is not very big. After walking about ten meters inside the winding building, you will reach the empty training room.
It was not like this at the beginning. It was only after the man was hired as a teacher that he rented this place and cleaned it himself, clearing out a lot of garbage and debris, making it clean and tidy.
Now he stood in the training room, motioned the clown to put down the student he would be responsible for, and then said, "Come and move around. Do as I say."
He didn't even ask the child's name. After saying a word to her, he did some actions on his own. Considering the child's reaction speed, he moved his hands and feet very slowly. Megan didn't quite understand the situation. After a while, she looked at her father, and he raised his chin to signal her to do the same.
So Megan didn't move, but just stood next to the clown and imitated the man's movements.
Her movements could only be considered as gestures. Anyone could see that she had poor physical fitness and her movements were completely substandard. She was limp and powerless, her chassis was unstable, her reactions were slow, and she didn't know any force-generating techniques... There were problems all over her body.
But the man still performed the entire routine before stopping. After he stopped, he looked carefully at the young child who had hurriedly returned to his feet. Then he looked at the clown and asked, "Is this the only request you made for me?"
The Joker didn't care about his attitude. After all, it was beyond his expectation that he could invite this martial artist. He nodded with a slight smile on his lips and patted the shoulder of Megan who was standing next to him. "This is my child, Megan." He introduced her calmly.
The man couldn't help but frown, his expression becoming more serious, "You know her situation..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the clown. He couldn't help laughing, but retorted: "I don't have high expectations for her. I just want her to be healthier."
"Richard."
The author has something to say:
Minor revisions and some added words, no major changes.
I said I forgot something yesterday, and it turned out I forgot what I was supposed to write.
Regarding Jason's height, the article says he is about 1.3 meters tall now, with the emphasis on [13 years old]. Then I checked some information and found that Jason was 15/16 years old when he died, only 1.4 meters tall, weighed about 39.5 kg, and was a bit slow in development.
When I was looking up information, my friend and I said: 1.4 meters tall, it expanded after soaking in a pool, Lazarus yeast, don't underestimate it! (Suddenly turned into the hell set)
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