Batman X Joker Novels & Stories

Each man takes a seat, while Declan takes the lead. I know that this is a serious moment, but I can’t help but say out loud. “So this is Justice League headquarters? Does that make you Superman and Declan, Bat Man?” I ask Jaxon At my comment, each man grows quiet, then breaks out into boisterous laughter. Micah pushes my shoulder playfully. “If he’s Superman and Declan is Bat Man, then that makes Connor, Robin.” Connor scowls. “Nah, man, I’m Night Wing. I guess that makes you Aquaman.”

It was then that he realized why they had nothing better to do, after all, Dark-Dragon seemed the only one they could challenge with intelligence. Besides, the other heroes were just wall-breakers, and mania for punching others in the face, it was when it should be commonplace, the plots of each of them, against Dark - Dragon, so there were countless catalogues, graphics, and spreadsheets on the walls of whose turn it was, at what time, it was indicating... Joker... - So, what's your plan today, Joker? – Asked the Riddler. They were gathered playing cards around a table with countless villains around, tables full of villains, some drunk and others smoking.

Joker wheezed out between his chuckles. Shooter punched him in the jaw faster than I could see and Joker's head snapped to the right. His laughter stopped in and instant and he stared at his older brother as I shifted nervously. Shooter was a hot head and violent but Joker was insane. A fight between them would be bloody and deadly. "STOP!" Pres commanded as Joker stepped towards Shooter. Joker paused and looked at his Father. "Your Brother is right. This isn't funny." Pres spat at his second son who sent him an eerie smile with blood running down his chin and mouth.

I smirk as I watch Baby Joker scramble up into my dad’s lap, his tiny legs swingin' as he glares across at me like he owns the place. “Kid’s all you,” I mutter, pointin' at Joker with a grin. “Been teachin’ ’im the way, haven’t I?” Joker smirks, lookin' between my dad and Robyn. “Teaching him alright,” Robyn mutters with mock annoyance. “You realize he’s been drawing pink elephants—his version of them—on the wall and talking to them?”

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

,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.

The message on it is slightly faded but I will always know what's written on it. Batman + Robin = Forever Jace rushes over to me and places Robin on the floor. He begins to crawl around the living room, grabbing onto the couches and coffee tables for support when he tries to walk. Jace and I stare proudly. He stares at me and asks, "What are you thinking?" I just smile and reach up to kiss him. He places one hand on the wall beside my head and kisses me back. I smile against his lips. Yes, Batman and Robin will always be together.

Jake pitched in. "It's a tie so whose side are you on Alexis?" Asher asked hopefully. "You're the tie breaker." I looked around me at the four guys and couldn't help but wonder how I had become such good friends with all of them and how I was able to tolerate their stupidity. "Staying true to myself," I began, "I've got to go with the villains, because honestly who are superheroes without villains to fight? That's right, just a bunch of weirdos in tight-arse clothes and underwear outside their pants," I stated matter-of-factly. "Batman wouldn't be Batman without The Joker and Superman wouldn't be Superman without Lex Luthor."

Xavier knew about Rhett and had clearly got access to his apartment somehow. Probably with Rhett’s permission. Knowing Rhett, he probably had heard all about Xavier’s original game in Miami and thought it would be funny. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking Joker. You know that, right?” He 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 does a Joker symbolize?” Jax asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”

Leaving those words behind, Joker turned and walked away without looking back. However, on his way back, he suddenly felt unwell. He started coughing violently and soon tasted the metallic tang of blood in his throat. Joker's expression changed. He hadn't expected Nash to have inflicted internal injuries on him. Having come from the same rigorous training ground as Micah and been by his side for years, Joker rarely encountered anyone who could match him. The recent fight with Nash had been intense. If Micah and Nina had arrived just a minute or two later, he might have ended up as Nash's defeated opponent.