Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

TKO, Taekwondo You know, when you see that Hand go 'Chop! ' Everything stops, the flows so hot Like steam from a coffee pot Rush hour, no traffic No Jet Lei, just Jackie You actin like you stay behind, go re-up up on your classes You old fake, ole wanna be superman Give Clark Kent back his glasses man I hit you with the judo kick so fast You looked back like "What happened?" I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight

My grip tightened around her fist. She raised the other. I moved faster. My foot connected with her stomach—same spot she’d hit me. She flew back, crashing ten meters across the courtyard and landing in a heap, unconscious. Gasps filled the air. A beat of silence. Then I looked up, brushing the hair from my face. “Game’s over, baby,” I said with a slow, savage smirk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” I walked past Alexander, who was frozen in place, stunned.

Oh damn, I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. "Stop it..people are looking at us like we are jokers." I breath out between my laughs . He smirks at me and say smugly. "I can be your joker , you can be my Harley quin" and winking at me. "Ooh...How cheesy. But sorry I am allergic to cheese." I wave my hand off in a dismissing manner. He sighs, heavily before replying. "Way to break a guy's heart" And make a sad face.

"So, I heard that the name of Hitaku members is Hikari, Neu, and Nimura. Your leader tells me that all of you didn't have enough time to spend on the group since all of you were busy with something. Because of that, he tries to find something that maybe will extract the attention from Hitaku members. He then discusses this competition with our leader." The way that that guy was talking about Sabu-sama makes Neu feel sick. But Neu was thinking that maybe he should hear more about it from that guy. So he just acting like he didn't really know about Sabu-sama and told that guy to continue talking about it. That guy was so weird when Neu says that he didn't know more about Sabu-sama but since th

“Give me your best shot.” He moves closer, a sinister grin on his twisted lips. “When I knock you out, I’m taking your girls for a spot of fun.” And with that, the bastard sealed his fate. He swings his hand hard, the rock cracking against the side of my head, forcing it to the side slightly. I groan in pain before turning to look at him slowly. I can feel the warm blood dripping down my cheek from the hit as I stare at him, completely conscious. A wicked grin breaking over my lips.

The impact knocked the wind out of him, blood splattering against the metal. “Alexander!” Evelyn cried, rushing to him, but the clone caught her arm mid-motion. His grip was ice-cold, crushing. “You were meant for perfection,” AX-01 said softly. “But he broke you. I can fix you.” She spat in his face. “Try me.” Her knee drove up hard into his ribs, forcing him back a step. She snatched the shock baton from her belt and jammed it against his chest. Electricity surged, flaring blue across the room. The clone screamed, not in pain, but rage.

"What's that? Hiding cash from me?" Before she could react, he lunged, ripping the tip money from her. "No, Dad, please—that's mine!" His fist slammed into her face, splitting her lip anew. "Everything's mine, you bitch!" Kicks rained down—her ribs, her stomach—each one driving the air from her lungs. She curled up, sobbing pitifully. "Stop... it hurts... please..." He finally tired, snatching the bills and storming off. "Worthless, just like your mother."

“ Do you have any info on any of this ? “ I ask the beast. He shakes his head no with a grunt. Now that fucker the beast he was the one you sent when you wanted a message sent. He was brutal , sadistic; he takes great pleasure in making it slow, making it hurt. “ I know this is none of us , we would never be sloppy. I know none of my guys would do this behind my back “ I snap and hold my hand out for the joint off of Joker. He leans forward and gives it to me. I take a drag and blow it out , looking out the window I think of who could be wanting to set us up. Shit I could write a fucking novel that consists of nothing but names of enemies we had. Once again the door opens and the last of my

Recognition hits me like a punch to the chest. “You…”

He said, and he lifted me by the jacket and dropped me to my feet. I felt diminished, ashamed, disgraced but I still had the zeal to try harder. "But nonetheless you still had one successful hit, your attack to my shin does count as a hit." I looked at him with joy, I had actually got one hit. A smile crept it's way to my face and I felt confident, happy and satisfied with myself. "The sun's about to come up," Jhan said. "We should return back home, and I need to get somethings done." He was already out of the ring.