Batman Joker Joker Novels & Stories

They didn't listen, because after all, he always did that, as it was commonplace and usual, the bat always got away with it, solved the problem, and none of them had their plan materialized. Acid paint, paralyzing daisies and hallucinogenic confetti bursts, these were his new weapons, light bombs that were machine guns with piercing pins, in addition to regular bullets, Joker, prepared a party, well that kind of thing was rare that kind of thing, no one paid much attention after all, nor did they worry about the other warning that would attack Tsuky Miki Delphos, they thought that somehow, Tsuky Miki Delphos was well protected.

The man placed his hand on the Joker's shoulder and squeezed it, "My girlfriend causing you some trouble?" The joker just stared at the tall, dark-haired man in a bomber jacket. The two men were of the same height, the darker-haired one was a few inches taller than the Joker. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face was painted in a skull. He grinned at the Joker. "She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake."

For a brief moment, he reminded me of the Joker in the Batman franchise. "But I didn't sign it," I smirked. "Oh, but you will,” he chuckled. “By the time I'm done with you, Mr. Ortega, you most certainly will," He declared and sat triumphantly like a king. "If you don't sign those papers, neither you nor your pretty little Miss Assistant here will leave this place…alive." He glanced at Joyce and his smile widened even more.

,I felt Dane stiffen behind me. "He was three years old you fuck and a sweet boy",Joker laughed loud and my claws extended in anger. My pups flashed in my mind and I growled loud. Joker looked amused as he his men ran forward in attack and we made quick work of them. Their dead bodies lay at our feet. "Think long and hard Joker",I say arms crossed as he swears at us. "Your dead Sebastian and so is that little bitch behind you. His pup was only the beginning and I won't stop till he is dead with that little bastard",Dane tensed and hurt flowed around us.

With a puzzled expression, I diverted my gaze and saw what he was showing me. It was my mother's picture, I was dumbfounded. “How did you–” “Now will you do what I asked you?” I tried reaching for the phone but he snatched his hand away. “Not so fast, Malysh. Do what I want, and I promise you that you'll get to touch her instead of just seeing her picture.” He said with a wide smile. He had never smiled like that before. We suddenly heard screeching tyres and turned. It was Archer and Ric. He immediately got out of his car holding a gun out, pointing it straight at Joker. Oh fuck, how did he catch up so fast? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Once, the darkness teased him while they were strolling in Taguig, told him that he had a ‘type’, making it seem like all the men he chose – and even the women he looked at – looks exactly like ‘him’. The same fluffy blackish-brown hair, the same soft pleading eyes, and the same rounded cheeks. That was awfully unfair. That wasn’t the darkness’ fault. The darkness only looked the way it did because he had given it that shape. He chose what he wanted to see, and he wanted to always see a shape of ‘him’. ‘Do you remember,’ he asked, ‘when only you were just darkness and shadows?’ ‘Jett,’ he chuckled as he replied in a deep voice, ‘I am the night. I am batman.’

He’d fucked this one himself a few times, and she barely acknowledged him as she kept moving on Trigger’s dick. “Bad time?” Joker said. “Nah.” He slapped the blonde on the ass. “Not really into it, anyway. Fuck off, bitch. Maybe later after a few drinks.” She shrugged, climbed off Trigger, pulled down her skirt. She wandered past Joker and he stood aside, giving Trigger a few seconds to get rid of the rubber and zip up. “So.” Trigger acted like he hadn’t just been balls-deep in some hellion. “What?” Joker shut the door. “Carter.”

It's too dark to notice. "Hurry up man, she's waking up." I flailed my arms frantically, amazed as a pair of female hands grabbed them and pinned them down. The fabric of my shirt was torn and my chest was suddenly naked. The man above me quickly sucked my breasts into his mouth, scratching me with his stubble. His other hand tugged at my skirt, trying to push it up. I thrashed wildly, but he got between my legs, his bare chest pressed against mine. “Don't be shy, baby, I know what you are. You're a whore, aren't you?" And then he let out a shrill laugh that revealed his identity – the Joker.

There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking joker. You know that, right?” Jax turned the card over and took in the sleek design. It was thick and more of a lightweight metal that was so thin it mimicked paper. “What’s does a joker symbolize?” he asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”

Joker whispered, coming into the room. “Yeah?” Kane asked, frowning at the concerned look on his face. “You’re in charge…” Joker whispered. “What?!” Kane demanded, shocked almost speechless.