Batman Joker Heath Novels & Stories

"Heath, why would you do this to me? What have I ever done to you to deserve this kind of pain?!" I stood there, even more shocked! I heard him scoff. "Are you serious right now?!" Heath began to laugh. "Did you really think that I would EVER accept the b*tch that has been spreading her legs for the warriors AND who tried to trap my cousin, then tried to steal my other cousin's mate?!" Zoey finally stood up and faced Heath. "Who are your cousins?" She asked, hesitantly. He smirked at her. "Gamma Christian Sampson and Luna Queen Rae Gleason!"

“That was the first meal that I have had since the breakfast I ate before my father’s funeral. My breasts hurt because there are f-king metal bars shoved through the nipples. My clit throbs because someone thought that shoving metal through that was a good idea too. My skin feels tight and burning because I have four tattoos that I didn’t volunteer for. Not to mention the fact that I’m supposed to be home in Kabramatta, and not a f-king prisoner for three demented psychopaths in their backwoods, and probably off the grid, house. Pray tell me, how should I act?” “Well,” Heath replied. “At least we know that whatever f-king progress we had thought we’d made, we clearly haven’t. Funny how you a

“C’mere, Prez, and I mean double-time.” Stomping footsteps approached, and then Nails Paxton was in the doorway of Ace’s bedroom, looking ten kinds of seriously-pissed. Ever since that anonymous phone call had come in from someone claiming that Ace Cuddy had killed Kirk, Warren ‘Derby’ Kane (Joker’s own cousin), and Shay Alcott, it had been one hell of a day, and Joker knew that what he had to show Nails was only going to make for a much worse night.

Spittle flies at my face as he snarls at me. "I'd rather die than let you inside of me," I sneer, screwing up my face. "Jarek Falcon is ten times the man you will ever be, Heath. No amount of money will ever raise your status above his." Heath's hand comes at my face again and again. "I may not be able to fuck you, but I will beat you into submission if I have to," he states through clenched teeth before he backhands me one last time. My head is swimming at this point, but I won't let him see my weakness. I see double when I look at him. My lips tilt up, and I smile.

“You think so? That’s why she talked to Kathy.” “Who’s Kathy?” Heath tried to place a face to the name, but he couldn’t. “Mom’s best friend. She lives next door. Kathy’s great. She’s always there when mom isn’t.” “Ah.” The doctor cut their conversation short when he entered with someone else who entered, pushing a cart full of supplies. The doctor seemed a little confused when he saw Heath in the room. “I’m sorry, sir, are you lost?” “No, I’m Geoffrey’s father. Heath Allan.”

"Batman wouldn't be Batman without The Joker and Superman wouldn't be Superman without Lex Luthor." All fours guys were staring at me as if I'd grown a second head but I continued talking nonetheless. "The bad guys are what makes superheroes, superheroes, so no, I'm not choosing either one. I'm sticking with Thanos and The Joker, though Thanos isn't a villain if you really think about it." "You wound me Alexis," Nick said placing a hand on his chest and feigning hurt, "I don't know who you are." "And you never will." Everyone agreed with him but I just shrugged and continued eating.

The thought almost made me laugh. Almost. “You look like you need that breath.” I stiffened slightly and turned. A man approached with calm, steady steps. Tall, broad, younger than Alpha Jaron but still carrying authority in the way his shoulders stayed squared. His eyes were gentle and warm brown. He stopped two steps from me and gave a respectful nod. “I am Allen,” he said. “Beta of the Steel Fang pack.” His tone was polite, almost soothing after the blast of arrogance I had just escaped. I nodded back. “Doctor Kahlia Ford. Physical therapist. I handle Alpha Jaron’s case.”

Joker then took his hand and brought him over to me. "Blade this is my baby sis, Petal or Athena as the gang likes to call her." Joker said. "Or Goddess!" Dom yelled out as he walked up and put is arms around Margo. Decker followed him over and did the same to Nat. "This is Margo, her best friend and Nat her other best friend. That's Dom and Decker, their boyfriends." Joker continued after he rolled his eyes. "That's Thor and Sunny the Rebels leaders. You know Thrash." he gestured over to them.

“My breasts hurt because there are f-king metal bars shoved through the nipples. My clit throbs because someone thought that shoving metal through that was a good idea too. My skin feels tight and burning because I have four tattoos that I didn’t volunteer for. Not to mention the fact that I’m supposed to be home in Kabramatta, and not a f-king prisoner for three demented psychopaths in their back-woods and probably off the grid house. Pray tell me, how should I act?” “Well,” Heath said dryly from behind her. “At least we know that whatever f-king progress we had thought we’d made, we clearly haven’t. Funny how you are so compliant until you get what you f-king want, and then that razor shar

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.