Heath Ledger As Joker Quotes Novels & Stories

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

“It’s my biggest honor to have a meal with you!” The person was none other than Ledger himself. Harvey smiled. “You’re too kind, Master Ledger. I’m thrilled to come here. I do hope that you won’t disappoint me.” “You won’t! I’ll make sure you’re satisfied!” Ledger slapped his chest when he made the promise. “After all, you might just destroy the York family if I don’t show my proof of loyalty! “No matter how bold I am, there’s no way I’d treat that as a joke, right?”

Through the hole in her mask, I see Harley Quinn smirk but she says nothing, merely watching us. “Tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you,” Dad says, the tone of his voice firm but pleading. “Just please let me and my family go.” The Joker cocks his head like he’s actually considering it. I know he’s really not. He enjoys playing with his victims. He’s been amusing himself with me every single time he came to check up on me and he doesn’t give a shit that he’s the only one who enjoys these ‘jokes’. He’s crazy and it’s pointless trying to have a normal conversation with him.

“Leonard, my guy, you talk sense… when you are drunk.” “Correction, my brother,” Jakes chimed in, his voice heavy but cheerful. “Leonard talks nonsense when he is sober, and sense when he is drunk.” He leaned back, laughing at his own joke, nearly tipping his chair over. Vivian gasped, tugging Adrian’s arm. “Did you hear him? Jakes! You almost fell!” “Almost doesn’t count,” Jakes replied, wagging his finger and chuckling. “Close is not enough.”

"You're wearing my t-shirt." He says, completely ignoring my question. "You know what that means?" I ball my hands into fists as I struggle to sit up. "That you're a moron and need your head examined." He shakes his head. "Nope! It shows that you're-" "Don't even think of finishing that statement, you oaf." The mad hatter appears from another place in the ramshackle building, and comes to stand in front of Leonard. He crooked his thumb backward and jerks it. "Get lost!"

My actions earned me a knowing smile and patronising nod. "Permit my ungentlemanly behaviour, but if I'm not wrong, a doctor came out, not long ago, to tell you how the situation is way over what they can handle if the patient —which I presume to be your sister— doesn't get to be with someone named 'Joker'. Mr. Brighton's alias just happens to be that and he's ready, willing and available to do as told. Do you want your sister to die due to your bullhead stubbornness?"

He added, causing me to squint my eyes at them both. "I promise, I won't," Clara said, kissed him on his forehead, and left. "Be quick Joker," I grinned, hoping she would hurry up so she wouldn't break my son's heart again. It didn't take too long and she was back, Will remained in my arms as I said to her, "Joker, you are back," I wanted to make a joke of her although my eyes were fixed on the TV. "Harley, I think you are mistaken, I am not Joker," she said looking at me cheerfully.

“And then what? You’d get your revenge and move on? Justice will be served. Rich will be locked up for a long, long time. I think that’s a pretty decent punishment for any person.” Heath stopped pacing, not saying anything. He seemed to be at war with himself. His shoulders tensed, his forehead creased. Jubilee’s heart pounded from nerves, and in a burst of frustration, she said, “Will you just tell me already?” He blinked. “What?”

Tried Riddler. - He wouldn't mind a villain. - Said Harley Queen. "And he would kill everyone in front of him." - How about we have fun at least, forget about that part. - Joker said. “How about chaos for chaos' sake. - Joker said. - Yes. - They said around. - Clinking glasses. He would try to get the gold. While the dumbest, in every way, everyone to a lesser and greater degree were turned into animals, in addition to being electrocuted, a mountain of pigs walking back as they tried to get the money boxes from that pointy tower.

“Allegedly.” “You literally confessed a few minutes ago.” “I was emotionally vulnerable. Post-game haze. Can’t be held accountable.” I laughed, unable to help it. “You’re the worst.” “I try. But I prefer ‘underrated comedic genius.’” Another laugh slipped out. Ugh. He was ridiculous. “You and Ledger made it worth it though,” he continued. “Dripping in red syrup, walking through the crowd like battle-worn royalty. Straight out of a movie.” “We were freezing,” I said, trying to sound unimpressed.