Chapter 94 Chapter 94 [VIP]
Megan felt like a teddy bear, or strictly speaking, a teddy bear doll, because dolls cannot stand steadily and will wobble, their movements are clumsy, and they cannot move unless they are poked, so she is the same.
It's just that she is equipped with a chip called "heart" or "soul" or "self", so she can speak and move, but sometimes people around her will ask her why she grows slowly - Megan herself is not surprised by this question, because she just grows slowly?
In the few memories she could recall, everything was scattered like fragments, but they were all too close to her, wrapped and protected by the turbulent current, and also because they were indeed born not long ago, appearing with her self, only two or three years ago.
Recalling one afternoon when she was standing under the shade of a tree playing in the water with Killer Croc by her side, it felt like just yesterday, but she said, "It feels so far away." Her voice was childish, but very serious.
Time is a very distant unit, it is very long and far away. Megan sat cross-legged, her thin back slightly bent, looking listless. She touched the ground with the hand she had extended earlier. There was no dust on the smooth floor, but she lowered her eyes to look at the patterns on the bricks, as if she was in a trance.
Children's thoughts run wild, so Richard didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he continued the previous topic, "So what do you think the kite will do?"
Megan said slowly: "Kite, flying in the sky."
She was childish, quiet and autistic, but she was brought up innocent and naive. Richard nodded, and they had many topics to talk about later. However, halfway through, Megan's legs became numb from sitting, so she got up and shook her arms to move her legs. Numbness in the limbs is equally uncomfortable for adults and children, and Richard taught her which places or 'xue dao' to tap when she feels uncomfortable, which can speed up blood circulation and prevent her from feeling uncomfortable for a long time.
Megan was an easy-to-coax child. After being taught these little tricks, she trusted the blond adult more and quickly became familiar with him. After meditation, before they started the next activity, Megan curiously explored the club, and Richard did not stop her, but just followed her.
The child's behavior now was completely different from the unfamiliar and reserved behavior at the beginning. When Richard asked her, she climbed down from a small cabinet, did not ask for help, stood on a stool, began to think about the problem, and finally touched the end of her braid in a daze.
"Richard, my friend, here, yours, mine."
Just like in Arkham, Killer Croc's cell was full of water, and she had never been down there, but she had been to the cells of Penguin, Scarecrow, Riddler, Poison Ivy, Grundy... and when she went in, she would look around curiously, which made her feel that this was a normal thing and a place where she could get familiar with her friends.
Except for the foster care center, because that's where she was fostered, and Misha was her only friend there, and Misha's office was open to her.
She was used to it, but Richard discovered her cognitive impairment. She was not good at normal interpersonal communication and could only rely on her limited experience to understand things, which resulted in her strange behavior and some problems with her logical thinking.
Richard understood the meaning of her words very smoothly. Since it was a friend's place, she was not shy and climbed up and down very vigorously. There was a big cabinet in the dressing room... a big cabinet made of iron, sturdy and smooth. Megan could not climb up at all according to her physical condition, but there was an obvious distance between the top of the cabinet and the ceiling, which was enough to attract her.
Megan was pacing around in the dressing room, and it was obvious that she was trying to think of a solution, but the height was not a question of whether there was a solution or not. Even if she brought a ladder, it would still be very difficult for her. The cabinet alone was two meters high, and Megan was only 1.3 meters tall.
Finally she chose to ask Richard for help, "My friend."
It was obvious that she wanted to learn from the clown, but she was only good at writing her homework. When it was her turn to apply it, she acted strangely. She thought she had already expressed herself, so she raised her arms high and waited for her friends to pinch her armpits and pick her up.
The child was a little clever but not too clever. Not only did she come up with a solution, she even offered one herself. Richard didn't comment on it. He picked her up and let her sit on his shoulders so that he could see what was on top of the cabinet. He originally wanted to ask the child why she did this, but in the end...
He asked, "What are you playing?" Sometimes a child behaves strangely, but it may just be that she is playing. There is nothing to be surprised about, but you just need to understand what she is playing.
Megan sat on his shoulders. She was used to the high view and was not afraid. She looked at the top of the cabinet and found nothing - after all, Richard had cleaned it all after he came, but he didn't tell the child to spoil the fun.
"Playing hide and seek!" Megan answered happily.
But who here would play hide-and-seek with her?
Richard was silent for a moment, remembering Megan said that she had stayed in a daycare center for special children, and suddenly asked, "Have you watched other children play in the daycare center?" His tone was very affirmative.
Megan nodded, and Richard was silent. If she had participated in children's games and played with them, she would know that this game requires partners and it also has a set of simplest rules, but Megan clearly didn't understand.
He originally didn't want to pursue this question because he didn't want to question everyone's "self", but he intuitively felt that it was very important to Megan, and perhaps it could help him find the root cause of why she was always quiet and didn't actively communicate with others.
"Then why don't you play with them?"
Megan tilted her head, finding his question strange. However, she needed to think for a long time to explain her thoughts. Countless fragments of thoughts kept breaking down and reorganizing in her mind, and finally formed a sentence, "I don't like..."
Richard originally thought that she was too self-conscious, but she didn't act like it. He heard Megan say, "I don't like crowds and noise. I like to be in a daze and be alone."
"They don't like it either?"
If they don't like it either? Then Megan won't bother them, because she doesn't like it, so she doesn't want to bring something she doesn't like to others. This is her idea.
Megan only thought of a few things. She was sick and couldn't think things through or confirm things herself, so she could only think about others with the most basic thinking and understanding.
She didn't bother other children for this reason, and her refusal to allow other children to approach her was due to her social incompetence. She only accepted fixed "social formulas," but how many people would just come up and say, "I'm your friend?" However, there were exceptions, as they met in a place she considered safe, which was not the case at the daycare center.
Richard was stunned by what she expressed. He had thought about what kind of personality the child brought by the clown would have. Maybe the current behavior was a disguise, but there was little that could escape his eyes. This child was honest and straightforward, but her illness made her distant from the world, and she had to continue learning in order to fit in.
"Because you don't like it yourself, you don't want to treat others the same way?"
Megan nodded seriously.
To use the old Chinese saying, this is not called "judging others by yourself", which is often derogatory, but it is very appropriate to describe it as "do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you".
Many people in the world don't have such an idea, because it comes from empathy and an ideal state, but Megan has it.
Richard looked at Megan with a calm gaze. He didn't know what her future would be like since she was raised by a clown, but her young soul was shining at this moment, bright and without any haze.
...Everything she has may bring her deep pain.
The Joker is a complete lunatic. He could only have deceived her when she was seriously ill and held her in his hands. Otherwise, there is no way he could have abducted such a soul and let her fall into lies and this shoddy drama.
He put her down and asked an irrelevant question, "Have you ever flown a kite?" Megan shook her head.
"Then one of our activities tomorrow is kite flying." Even though Richard discovered many problems with Megan, he was not in a hurry. As long as the clown did not go crazy and suddenly wanted to treat Megan maliciously, their teaching would last for a long time. Even if the clown went crazy, he would stop him.
Megan was happy when she heard that they were going to fly a kite. As they talked, they explored the entire club. She knew that no one was playing hide-and-seek with her, but she enjoyed it. She would be happy as long as she saw something. The world responded to her in various ways, and she could even capture the sound of a breeze.
They played like this for the whole afternoon. She found a high stool at the bar and sat on it. She obviously liked the higher perspective, and her legs were hanging down and dangling.
The original colored lights on the ceiling were replaced with white energy-saving lamps. Even after being cleaned up, this place still looked empty and simple, but Megan liked it here. After sitting on the chair for a while, she wanted to climb down again. She had to flutter her hands and feet to climb up before, but now it became difficult to come down. She tried several directions, but couldn't step on the horizontal support under the chair. In the end, she was half hanging on the high chair and was about to fall.
Richard left for a while and came back to see Megan about to fall, but fortunately the chair did not tilt. He walked over with an inexplicable calmness and picked her up. Megan then breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that if she falls, then the record of the father beating the child will be +1?
It was then that Megan remembered the people she knew in Arkham. Jonathan liked to talk a lot, the Riddler seemed a little wary of her, the gift Padme gave her had not been used yet, Oswald looked fierce but very friendly, and Clayface had not been seen for a long time.
Back to the present, Richard saw that she had become visibly lively. Maybe it was her nature, but she was a little too casual. She was put down on the ground, and her arms were a little sore, so she wanted to move them again.
She was shaking her arms, but Richard suddenly thought of something and said bluntly, "The Joker is right. Even if I try my best, you have almost no talent for martial arts. Being here with me can only make you healthier."
This was something he could tell from the first time he saw Megan.
He was waiting for Megan's reaction, but she just nodded, not insisting on getting any result. "Dad said it, Bane said it, and Waylon said it." The teachers in Arkham have reached a consensus.
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