Chapter 80 Chapter 80 [VIP]
Misha still had a lot to say to her new friend, but she knew she couldn't be impatient. She needed to get along with Megan slowly and teach her some lessons.
Megan started exercising, jogging in the morning. She has mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, and this is a good habit at this time. She will strictly stick to the plan. If the weather is good, she will run on the playground. If it rains or there is heavy haze, she will exercise in the indoor gymnasium.
I get up at seven o'clock every morning, spend a total of 40 minutes warming up, jogging and stretching, then go home to get ready, go to the cafeteria to have breakfast, and start class at nine o'clock.
Her schedule is fixed, but not rigid. When she is not in class, she will walk around on her own. Even though she has been to different places in the nursing home countless times, they are still new to her. She likes to look and touch things everywhere, but she still doesn't like her peers. She rarely talks to others and only pays attention to a few people.
As time went by, Misha got to know her better and their relationship improved.
One afternoon, Megan was swinging on a pendulum while Misha leaned on a short bar nearby and gently asked, "Who taught you how to exercise?"
Megan's body swayed back and forth, and her head swayed along with it. She wanted to stop before looking at Misha and thinking, "My friends." Yes, Bane, Killer Croc and Poison Ivy were all her friends. They never claimed to be her adults, nor would they force her to control them.
She now somewhat understood the concern others showed for her and was happy to talk to Misha, so she continued, "Only by exercising can you grow well."
"I want to be as tall as my dad." This is a very childish thing to say. Children always admire their adults. However, Misha has never seen Arthur, and she doesn't know what her father's true side is like.
Misha agreed with a smile, "Yes, after exercising you will be healthy and taller."
The content of their conversations was always random. Sometimes Misha would ask her why she looked at something for a long time, but she didn't show any interest or liking for it. It was as if she was just staring at it in a daze. Megan couldn't explain why, and finally just said, "I know them."
Maybe it was cognitive impairment, or maybe those things existed in her world, they were there, interacting with Megan at some point, her eyes saw them, and their responses were silent.
Megan's ability to express herself is still lacking. Being unable to express herself and being seen is also a kind of response. In fact, she doesn't understand why other people have to respond to a certain extent, otherwise they feel that they can't and won't respond at all. Just like Megan herself, when she ignores some people, her attitude is actually very obvious.
Misha still couldn't quite understand, but she looked at Megan with an extremely tolerant look and said, "That's great..."
The psychiatrist thought Megan was sick and needed to be cured, but in Megan's world, everything was self-consistent. She had her own ideas and would not blindly believe what others said. The psychiatrist said that her cognitive ability needed to be improved, but Megan did not think that was important or something that must be achieved, so she ignored his words.
But when it comes to studying and exercising, she is very serious. She always completes her homework actively, exercises every day, and takes the initiative to go to the library to read.
Misha asked, "Little Bear, have you thought about your future?" Little Bear is her nickname for Megan.
In fact, Little Bear still didn't understand what the "future" was. She had never thought that far ahead. She had never even thought about what would happen in the next hour, what she would eat for her next meal, or what she would encounter on her next run.
She is still standing at the intersection of the past and the present. Everything that was entrusted to her in the past has not completely faded away, and the influence exerted on her by the present is still limited.
Megan stood at this starting point and had not taken a single step forward.
The little bear shook his head.
Misha looked at her and said softly, "When your condition gets better, you can go to school. It's a bigger place than the nursing home, and you can meet a lot of new friends..."
If Megan goes to school, her current academic progress should be able to catch up with her peers. When her classmates are children of the same age, will she feel uncomfortable and reject them?
The psychologist believes that this problem is difficult to improve, but Misha doesn't think so. Maybe she just needs an opportunity, such as having a good friend first. She has never gotten along with people of her age before, so she is at a loss and subconsciously rejects this unknown. But when she has a good friend of the same age, that rejection may soften.
"We little bears will have a brighter and better future."
Misha expressed her blessing in an affirmative tone, hoping that she could obtain those 'good' things. Megan looked back at her and tilted her head, obviously wondering about something. After a moment of thought, she understood. "I hope you can live and study like ordinary children and have everything they have."
"This is what you deserve." This is what every child deserves.
School doesn't represent all that's 'good', but it is a milestone, a symbol, proving that Megan's condition has improved, that she has become like an ordinary child, able to cry and laugh, able to integrate into society, and accepted by more people...
But she is not saying that Meghan is not good enough now. Instead, she thinks she should have multiple choices and possibilities. She should have all of that, and then make her own choices and go in her own direction.
Megan said 'Oh', but then asked, "Will you make new friends outside of school?"
It was obvious that she had misunderstood, but Misha smiled at her gently and gave a positive answer: "Yes, we little bears will have good friends wherever we go."
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Megan had seen her father the previous weekend, and the almost empty vial was refilled, but after the Joker left, she heard on the news that the Joker had been locked up back in Arkham Asylum. He had indeed said that before he left:
"Okay kid, I know you can't bear to leave me, but I have to go back to Arkham to see my old friends. As for you? My Megan, your role isn't over yet. I know it's a bit boring."
But he hinted at something, "You have plenty of friends around you. I hope you can still remember me when you play with them, haha."
He was busy playing games with Batman, but they had fought each other too many times, and each time the ending was the classic victory of justice over evil. Of course, he could kill as many people as he could, and then give Batman a little psychological torture, trying to make him mentally collapse, but then what?
Well, the Knights of Gotham remained unwavering and took him back to Arkham Asylum. After all, the madman - oh, they have privileges, they are not even imprisoned in Blackgate Prison, they can only stay in the asylum, but this place has long been their paradise.
In Gotham, the prosperous and wealthy city of sin, shrewd and clever lunatics are the most likable, even if people fear them?
But it doesn’t matter, some upper-class people like it and even wish there were more criminals!
The Joker has been in Gotham for far too long. This is his city, and whoever is profiting from it...
Of course it's incredibly clear, hahahaha! This is Gotham's biggest joke, but it's a pity no one can hear him tell it. They might not even understand it or believe it. Alas, that's just how the world is.
The Joker knows the ending of his game, but he enjoys it and is not prepared to reveal the clue. This world is just a joke, a game.
He is not a player, nor an NPC, he is just a program.
This Friday, Megan was picked up by Bob and continued to run with Killer Croc at night. When they came back, he said, "I can't run with you at night for a while, Megan."
Megan walked slowly, somewhat puzzled. Killer Croc thought for a moment and decided to offer some explanation. "I'm going to track down the source of this new drug that's been leaking into the sewers. What are drugs? They're evil things that can drive people insane and insane."
Once they spread on a large scale, they can even change the fate of a city. They will drag countless people down with them, causing more crimes and more orphans and children to wander the streets. They will all be forced to sacrifice themselves or be drawn into that vortex as well. Killer Croc lives here, and he cannot tolerate it.
In the safety manual they compiled, it was mentioned countless times that people should stay away from drugs. After all, in the United States, this thing is very rampant. Many students who are still in school are tempted by it and even take pride in taking drugs. It has become the standard and symbol of a small circle, but most people still stay away from it.
Riddler, Bane, Killer Croc and Poison Ivy all dislike that stuff. Bane was once addicted to venom and became dependent on it. He only quit it in prison later. He knows better how it can drive people crazy.
Megan knew that he had his own things to do, but she had only learned to perceive and had not yet learned how to express her concern. She was speechless and finally said, "Weren, see you next time."
The child raised a palm, and Killer Croc leaned over to high-five her.
"See you next time."
"Can you exercise in the morning?" This was a task Killer Croc had taken on himself. He had to consider her. "Or maybe take a break from exercising for a while. If you go out alone, be careful."
Meghan didn't know yet, and didn't think anything. She tilted her head and said, "I...call Dad?"
Killer Croc nodded.
The child was still being carried in through the window. After Killer Croc left, she took a small pill and was about to go upstairs when she heard another knock on the window next to the living room. Megan took only two steps and stopped. She was still a little hesitant because she remembered the contents of the safety manual, which was to be alert to someone stealing the child, but what if it was Waylon who turned around?
But suddenly, the boy's cheerful and lively voice rang out from outside the window: "Are you asleep?"
Megan went to the window and answered in a very familiar manner, "Not yet?"
Before she could move, the window was pried open, and a boy in a bright yellow cloak was sitting on the windowsill. His uniform was brightly colored, but most of his arms and legs were exposed. The Domino mask on his face only covered his eyes, and he looked young.
He leaned his arms on his sides, tilted his head like Megan, and greeted with a smile: "Hello! I'm Robin!"
Killer Croc realized that someone was following him and turned back. Just as he stretched out his scaly claws towards Robin, he stood up and jumped forward, "Oh, the big guy is coming! Can I come in your house?" As he said this, he completed a turn in the air and landed lightly.
The author has something to say:
The part that got stuck was how Robin entered the door () and in the end he entered through the window.
Good boy! You got through the clown's window! But you're about to find your childhood sweetheart!
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