Chapter 99 Chapter 99 [VIP]
Megan ran to Mr. Freeze's laboratory. Even though she hadn't been back for a long time, she was still familiar with the place. After entering the door, she rummaged through the cabinet and found a thick blanket to wrap herself in.
Mr. Freeze, the lab's owner, received a visitor notice and emerged from deeper within the lab to find her hunched over a workbench, a look of obvious confusion on her face. After he emerged, the two stared at each other in silence. Seeing Mr. Freeze had no intention of answering, Megan patted the workbench with a blanket on her palm. "Holly?"
After she slapped the table, she quickly retracted her hand, thinking she would be very cold, but the blanket covering her body was warmer than the thick cotton coat she had worn before. Even her legs were warm under the blanket. The cold air that was everywhere in the laboratory did not harm her at all, and the mist she exhaled proved that it was still very cold here.
Mr. Freeze pondered for a moment, then raised a hand. His entire body was covered in armor, and in his palm was clearly a transmitter. He explained calmly and steadily, "While testing weapons in the lab, the freezing laser shone upon it."
But that's not the real reason.
He turned and walked to the other side of the laboratory, his steps were very slow, obviously asking Megan to catch up. They walked together to a wall, and Mr. Freeze pressed a button, and a cabinet opened. A pot of holly was frozen inside, and the fruits on the branches were bright red, without any sign of decay or rot.
“You gave it to me, and I want it to stay here.” Even if this type of holly can last a long time in cold conditions, why watch it go to its destined decay?
Mr. Freeze said slowly: "Do you think its current eternity is false?" There are too many people in the world who think so. The eternity brought by freezing is not the eternity of life. Freezing cannot make them alive, and freezing cannot make them immortal. Once the freezing effect disappears, the preserved things will still experience death and corruption.
The ultimate destination of life is only death.
Megan looked up at the pot of holly, organizing her thoughts. For her, questions about thinking and ideas were always difficult, but Mr. Freeze was not in a hurry to get her answer. He took the child to the constant temperature room next to the laboratory. He was wearing armor with sub-zero low-temperature gas circulating inside, so he would not feel uncomfortable staying in a normal temperature environment.
In the constant temperature room, Megan took off the blanket on her body, sat on the sofa and touched her knees first. They were definitely not cold. Mr. Freeze knew what she was wondering.
"It's made of material that reflects the heat away from your body."
Mr. Freeze is not a talkative person, and neither is Megan. In the quiet atmosphere of the room, Mr. Freeze poured her a cup of hot tea. He doesn't drink tea, so he brewed it directly from tea leaves.
The shriveled tea leaves swirl in the cup, expanding a little bit in the steaming heat, as if adding more green.
Meghan didn't understand anything yet, but said, "Like tea leaves."
Mr. Freeze smiled when he heard the metaphor, his expression very calm, "Yes, like tea leaves." Fresh tea leaves are picked from the branches, and after various steps, they shrink into dry and curled small leaves. Only when they absorb water again will they return to their original shape, but is it eternal?
Young tea leaves will eventually grow old on the branches, and dry tea leaves will still decay after a long time. There is no eternity in the world, so life becomes meaningless.
He looked down at Megan and said, "You should go back." Even though Mr. Freeze didn't get along with his cellmates outside the laboratory, he knew how strict the Joker's "family education" was. Maybe because Megan was obedient, she never missed three meals a day.
It was already evening and it was almost dinner time in Arkham's high-risk zone. When Megan was about to leave, Mr. Freeze gave her a small glass ball. In the center was a bright red holly berry, which was frozen and would no longer decay. However, the glass ball was treated in some way, so it did not feel cold at all to the touch.
This is Mr. Freeze's return gift.
Megan also saw Two-Face in the cafeteria. He had been controlled by the Joker before, and had followed in Scarecrow's footsteps, causing him huge losses and suffering. But now, when he saw Megan, the disfigured half of his face was ferocious and vicious, while the other half was still gentle and generous. He smiled at Megan and greeted her in a normal tone: "Long time no see, Megan."
The child didn't want to pay attention to him, but Two-Face took out a coin and gently handed it to her. Megan: "Oh."
For Megan, she initially wandered around Arkham like a ghost, and when she walked out of the "sanctuary", the first item she obtained was the Two-Face coin.
Many times, Megan could hear the sound of coins falling to the ground and spinning in an empty environment. It was crisp and had a slight echo, and it echoed in her empty world and continued to this day.
Megan accumulated a lot of strength, and finally followed the sound and traces of the coin, and finally opened up more perceptions.
…It turns out that the world outside is very big, and there are many things she had never known before.
Megan took the coin from Two-Face and put it in her pocket, but she still didn't say much and ignored others as usual. She vaguely remembered that she was made to cry by Two-Face before leaving Arkham.
Joker: It was Two-Face who made you cry.
Megan: Yeah, nodded.
The criminals in Arkham who tried to target Megan were taught a lesson, and the Joker's attitude couldn't be more obvious, so when Megan came back here again, no one wanted to be the first to provoke the Joker. That madman didn't care about the friendship of his fellow inmates, let alone how many enemies he had.
Perhaps Batman is a difficult obstacle in the eyes of Arkham criminals. He has a mysterious identity, is elusive, can hit people painfully, is a symbol of terror, is equipped with high-tech equipment, has amazing detective skills, and is even an advisor to the Justice League.
But compared to Batman, they are even more reluctant to provoke the Joker. After all, does Batman kill people? He doesn't, but the Joker, a madman, does, and even often wants to drag the entire Gotham into a vortex of madness, so they fear and respect the Joker.
The evil ones are always afraid of the more evil ones because they know the clown's methods better.
Megan was not harassed in the cafeteria and successfully returned to the Joker's cell. In the dim environment, she rushed towards the person sitting on the chair. She hung on the back of the chair and used her hand to lift the Joker's hair. Then, her hand that moved unruly was slapped lightly.
She opened her mouth fiercely and said, "Wow!" She didn't think she was wrong and kept screaming.
The clown glanced at her indifferently and didn't ask her "What happened?" To be honest, he was tired of the same old topic, so he asked, "Did you pick up new garbage?"
Then she got upset and elbowed him, and the clown lifted her up from behind the chair and brought her in front of him.
Megan was used to being carried and hugged, and was not panicked at all. The clown did not think that he could teach her a lesson this time. He carried the unconvinced child in front of him, watching her expression become more and more excited, and even learned to throw a tantrum.
But the changes happening to her had been foreshadowed, and the Joker knew it very well, and even condoned it. Now looking closely at her eyebrows, his child was growing up, better than he expected.
He didn't lecture Megan. Instead, his smile showed a hint of amusement, and he asked curiously, "So what did you bring back? Can you let me know too?"
It wasn't like they were going to confiscate the things in her hands, so Megan was happy to share them with her father. She took out the things she had received, including the self-defense hidden weapon given by the Penguin, the glass ball given by Mr. Freeze, and the coin with the double-sided image of Ms. Gotham given by Two-Face, but they were all useless things.
After showing them to him, Megan put them back in her pocket and slowly talked about something else, "For Pammy, origami."
The Joker tilted his head and looked at Megan in confusion, "Don't you have any for me?" Is that reasonable?
If Megan treated him differently like this, he would be very sad. It was obviously him who raised Megan, got along with her, and saved her, right? But she learned something, so why didn't she show off in front of him, but instead sent off other irrelevant people first.
Under his dark green hair, on his pale face, the corners of his mouth were turning down more and more. He was already extremely unhappy, but he was still waiting for Megan's response.
Megan pouted and looked at him with a bitter and resentful expression, and finally said slowly: "Dad..."
"I can't fold a clown."
The teacher didn't teach this, so she went to the library and looked through some paper art books. The books and paper were right in front of her, but she just couldn't understand it. Her eyes, hands, and brain were all extremely honest, and they just couldn't do it.
She was still feeling depressed as she spoke, she squeezed herself into the clown's arms and just lay there motionless.
"Dad, I want to learn that." She spoke softly.
It was her bad habit of having to be questioned, as if she could get a sense of security or something from it. For example, she always wanted to confirm that she was loved, so what is love?
Megan's little head is not very smart. It takes her a long time, sufficient gains and enough insights to understand these words involving emotions at some point. Before she truly understands them, it is just a code full of errors. As long as it works, it's fine.
In her unintelligent head, she thought being responded to was 'love', just like when she was little and couldn't respond, but as long as the clown was there, her gaze on him would be extra serious and focused, imprinting him into her heart and eyes.
If looking at someone could be considered a response, it was one of the few things she could give at that time.
The clown didn't ask what was wrong with her, but he couldn't escape her various bad habits. Without getting too annoyed or impatient, he casually asked, "What do you want to learn?"
Megan: "Shoot!"
The child looked up excitedly, and then his head was pressed down by the clown. He began to wonder who had done what that behavior that stimulated Megan to make her want to learn how to shoot at her age.
Learning to shoot? Her hands couldn't even hold the gun handle, and it was still a question whether she could press the trigger. Even if she fired the gun, the bullet might not fly anywhere, but it would definitely blow her out.
The clown tried to remain calm, but the smile that emerged was hideous and terrifying. Finally, unable to suppress his anger, he asked with deep malice, "Good boy, tell me again what you want to learn."
Megan shook off the hand on her head and looked up. She didn't understand why the clown was in such a strange mood, so she hesitated a little, but she was not convinced.
"Daddy, your toy gun, the one that shoots flags."
...For some reason, she couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead.
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