Chapter 220 Chapter 220 [VIP]
The Joker wasn't the type to coax a child with words he couldn't keep, so not long after, one afternoon after school, Megan saw Deathstroke. He was waiting for her on her way back to the two-story building. There were not many people on the road, so he showed up so unscrupulously.
The fully armed man leaped down from the wall with a nimble and light movement, making almost no sound as he landed. "I heard a kid here complained about me, saying I bullied her?" He said calmly as he walked towards Megan. There was no malice in his gaze under the helmet, or perhaps it was because he didn't care.
Deathstroke has encountered many emergencies in his career, but his extremely high brain development allows him to quickly organize his thoughts, recall details, and handle those things perfectly.
Even though his physique had long surpassed that of most people, enough to rival a group of monsters, he was ultimately only one person. Once he was targeted by the state apparatus, he would be easily defeated. However, he did not allow himself to fall into that situation. All his actions were at most just crossing the line, but would not cause serious consequences. After all, he became a mercenary just to make money, not to lose his life.
And the deal he made with the Joker? How should I put it? It was a bit complicated, and it couldn't be simply measured in terms of value, but it made sense to him, so he agreed to that bizarre proposal.
Come and take care of the children for the clown.
This was somewhat of a first, and Deathstroke was curious about what kind of magic this child possessed that even the Joker was bewitched by her, making him willing to maintain the image of a "good father" and it seemed that he would not take action against her in the short term, so what was her value?
Deathstroke came with curiosity. He walked around Megan. The instruments he carried did not detect any extraordinary energy. He simply did not expect to figure out all the problems in one meeting. As long as he was on a mission, he would have plenty of patience.
Megan let this weirdo look her over and nodded confidently, "Yes, you bullied me and Robin."
To her, these seemed to be two matters of similar severity—
He said mean things to her, he tested Robin's skills, and this is called 'bullying'?
Even Deathstroke couldn't help but feel puzzled. He tilted his neck and asked sincerely, "That's it? And then you asked your father to be fair and just and let me work like a slave for you." He couldn't help laughing as he said this and added lightly, "Did I bully you or Robin? Which do you think is more important?"
"Does your father know the cause and process of this?" Deathstroke asked casually, but he was sure of the Joker's control over Gotham. He was an absolute madman, but he had unfathomable strength. No one in the world could see through him. If the Joker knew about Megan and Robin's relationship, why did he let it go?
Megan didn't listen to trash talk and naturally filtered it out of her ears, ignoring it completely, "Do you have a safe house nearby?" If they wanted to be playmates or sparring partners, they should have a dedicated place to stay like Richard, right?
Deathstroke: "You won't invite me to your house?"
Megan raised her head and said, "Because I'm stingy." She said it seriously, straightening her small body and speaking with confidence.
This was incredibly childish. It would be perfectly normal for an innocent child from a normal family to say this, but as the clown's child, was she really as innocent and willful as she appeared? And did the clown raise her like this just to experience some ordinary family affection?
If the Joker were here, he might be amused by this bizarre guess, which even Deathstroke couldn't guess. So he took on the Joker's commission and tried to solve the mystery.
Already anticipating a period of time spent with this child, Deathstroke removed his black and orange helmet, revealing a mature and resolute face with white hair and beard. He wore an eyepatch over his right eye, leaving his left eye exposed as a cold blue. He looked down at Megan and asked calmly, "I hear you had a playmate before. He became a role model for me to emulate."
Deathstroke is used to using violence to complete his tasks, but that doesn't mean he doesn't use his brain.
Megan looked at him in surprise, just like some animals in nature that are not sensitive to danger, tilting their heads to look at people from side to side. This was consistent with her previous mental problems. After all, expecting the clown to give her a full set of socialization training? It was impossible.
The little child looked up at him and nodded seriously, "Yes, I used to have a teacher. He trained with me every day and also went out to play with me."
Deathstroke: "Who is he?"
They walked together towards the two-story building. To Deathstroke, he was not welcome, but Megan had just finished school, so she had to go home, right? They were walking the same way for a while, and then Deathstroke saw Megan and said, "He is Richard Long."
The two men looked at each other, and no emotion could be seen on Deathstroke's face. "You mean, a man named Richard Long is the teacher the Joker found for you?" A martial artist who has cooperated with the Justice League and taught several vigilante members, he is the teacher of the Joker's daughter?
But he stopped, looking at the child over and over, and couldn't see any talent for martial arts in her. She didn't show any signs of training, so what did she mean? Or was the clown making fun of her?
"That's his code name, his real name is a bit long," Megan said.
Of course, Deathstroke couldn't be unaware of Richard's real name. He also felt that the clown was not that boring, so he became interested and listened to the child continue talking. "Dad didn't ask him to train me, he just said that I should be healthier." Megan raised her arms to look at her while speaking. She was very satisfied with the results of the exercise.
Deathstroke chuckled, "So you two are a loving father and a filial daughter. I misunderstood."
His words were full of sarcasm, but for Megan, she was used to hearing similar words. The Scarecrow in Arkham was the same, he liked to say weird things.
They walked to the door of the small building. When Megan opened the door, Deathstroke stood behind her with his arms folded, and did not try to take the opportunity to squeeze into the house. According to his intelligence network, it was easy for him to find out what was going on in Damon's house. So he knew that Megan was often alone at home, and a bodyguard came to clean and cook every day.
Now that Megan was alone, he followed her into the house without being invited? This could easily lead to misunderstandings and was really unnecessary.
After Megan entered the room, she leaned against the door frame and said to him, "Wait for me." She was not worried at all that the mercenary would break in by force.
Then she ran into the house and came out a few minutes later with a bunch of keys in her hand. She said she was stingy, but she was not that stingy. She took Deathstroke to the club that Richard had cleaned up before. Before he left for something, he gave the key to the club to Megan. The decoration and layout inside had not changed, and Bob sometimes went there to clean.
The decoration in the club was not that good, but it seemed thoughtful enough. A hired martial artist was unlikely to pay attention to these issues, so it could only be Megan's request. Because there was a young and delicate child here, her teacher was very accommodating.
Arriving at the training room, Deathstroke sat down on the cushioned floor, looked around, and asked, "Is your teacher here playing house with you?"
I'm not planning on turning her into a warrior, I'm just making her healthier, how is that not playing house?
Megan went to get a stick of incense and lit it before sitting down. When she smelled the familiar scent, her emotions calmed down. It was like she was back to when Richard was still here teaching her boxing. During breaks, they would always talk, talking about many things, her state of mind, her changes and progress.
Before leaving, the gentle and generous elder asked Meghan, "You have found your direction, so what are your thoughts now?"
At the time, Megan's response was: "No insights? Just like a lot of things I do, they don't necessarily make sense."
Megan recognized her problem. She had been sick in the past and was trapped in a desolate and dead world for a long time. After that, she took a long time to perceive the world. She liked to watch the changing light and shadow, like to feel the wind blowing past, and like to reach out and touch the rushing water. These things did not have any meaning and did not need to be defined by humans.
"Now that we have found the direction, we can just go there."
This is all she thinks about. If she encounters a problem, she will find a way to solve it. If she doesn't encounter a setback, she won't worry about it.
Richard looked at her with a gentle and tolerant look. He spoke in a steady and soothing tone, "With this understanding, Megan, you have become a master. You have a solid barrier and will not be easily hurt again." He watched this child grow up from confusion and ignorance to become the person with clear goals, tenacity and intelligence.
After the reminiscence, Megan said, "Hello Richard."
"What about me?" Deathstroke asked casually, and as expected, this question was ignored by Megan again. She was indeed a willful child. The Joker didn't abuse her, and her little friend Robin coaxed her. As far as Deathstroke knew, there were many people coaxing her, and now there was one of them, him.
Thinking of this, Deathstroke laughed inexplicably. He watched Megan stretching, and then slowly completing a set of boxing techniques. It seemed that she had her own rhythm, at least not sluggish or rigid. Even if this child could not apply the boxing techniques in actual combat and could only serve to strengthen the body, the martial arts master had done his best.
Deathstroke was patient enough. While Megan was stretching and rubbing her legs, he asked, "Your good daddy didn't give me any tasks, so what about you? What do you want to learn?"
"After all, your previous teacher taught you something, I can't just slack off." This is not only boring, but also sounds like he is perfunctory in his task.
Megan was not surprised that he came to talk to her. After thinking about it carefully, a fantastic idea suddenly popped up in her mind.
"Will you teach me swordsmanship?"
"That's a challenging task, but my answer is—"
"Can."
The author has something to say:
Wow! (Bounce) After tonight it's 2025!
My wish is very straightforward -
I wish you all good fortune and great wealth!
Send a small red envelope in the comment section of this chapter~
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com