Heath Ledger Joker Lines Novels & Stories

“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?” “It’d be good if that’s the case…” Ledger led Harvey to the central courtyard as they chitchat. The place was completely fortified. Everyone was naturally prepared to welcome Harvey. Even the long table was filled with exotic fresh fruits. After showing Harvey his seat, Ledger showed a sincere expression when he told his subordinates to leave. Then, he poked a honeydew with a toothpick before offering it to Harvey. Harvey smiled without picking it up. “What a great appetizer, Master Ledger! I hope the main show’s just as good as th

Zeke directed him to the starting line. I wasn’t nervous. Not exactly. Just… expectant. Once the blindfold was secure, Zeke gave the signal. Ledger walked slowly at first. Calm. Controlled. But his steps picked up near the center. He passed one girl. Then another. His hand brushed someone’s elbow. It was Jade. I had seen her reach out just slightly, though no one else had noticed. Ledger paused briefly, then he head tilted towards me. A smug smile formed on his face as he took one more step to stop in front of me. His hand slid around my waist immediately.

I said to him. Joker met my eyes and nodded. Shooter pulled out a gun and pointed it at Joker's head, carefully avoiding Petal. "Hand my God damn sister over RIGHT NOW!!!" he pressed. At that, Decker seemed to come out of his stupor. He elbowed Dom who also seemed to shake off and refocus. As soon as Dom saw the gun he jumped up and ran full speed at Shooter. Dom tackled Shooter and Decker followed to kick the gun away as Shooter dropped it from the force of the hit. It slid over by my foot so I quickly picked it up and set the safety before slipping it into the back of my waistband without taking my eyes off of Petal. Ace was trying to convince Joker to give him Petal but the screaming fina

He never looked at her, he only stared down, and he becomes a mute instantly. Zitrey clicked her tongue from his reaction, she clutched her hand, ‘Why won't you look at me?’ in mad she swift her attention towards Cederick. “Sadly, we won your Jack's Game Cederick.” she uttered. But her eyes suddenly glued on Cederick's collarbone. She saw something on it that looks familiar. Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it.

The rest of the day seemed like a blur, filled with pats on the back and admiring glances from the younger boys who now saw him differently. Night eventually settled over the orphanage. Jack lay face up on his cot, the ceiling above him dissolving into shadows. He was thinking of Harley. She was the only girl on his mind, her image flickering behind his eyes like a candle he refused to let burn out. Jack held up the Joker card, turning it over in the moonlight that slipped through the window. He twirled it in his fingers, watching the way the light caught its worn edges. Jack smiled, a small, private smile meant only for himself. "Harley," he whispered, "you could be the start of my better l

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li

She disappeared like the snake she was, but knew what was good for her and stayed away. Joker raises his eyebrows while steepling his fingers, his eyes such a light blue that they almost look white. “Is the meeting adjourned? If so, I believe I will see Nick about adding a new addition. Queen, would you like to get some new ink?” Knowing that getting new ink was therapy for Quennie.

My hands shake uncontrollably, my vision tunneling. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. I force myself to open my bag with trembling fingers. Everything is there. My books. My notebook. My pencil case. And something else. A folded piece of paper. I pull it out slowly, unfolding it with care I don’t feel. It’s a sketch. Black ink. Sharp lines. A familiar grin. The Joker. I stare at it until my hands stop shaking. And for the first time all week, I understand.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

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.