Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

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.

I answered angrily to him. "That's part of our exercise too" he laughed. "Oh! You're a doctor, right?!" I asked and he nodded. "Could you treat yourself if you break a bone?" I sarcastically asked, and he lost his smirk and fake-coughing over and over again. "Just kidding!" He said and looked at me. I gave him a death glare and walked again. "Jerk!" I whispered and opened the bedroom and went to the bathroom to take a shower. ****************

He’s wearing denim jeans, a black t-shirt and a light blue shirt, sleeve rolled up to the elbow, buttons undone, he looks edible. “Hey” I greet as I get close. “You look happy” he muses. “I am. Jack told me I had skill” I say happily, like a middle school girl telling her mom she got a star in class. “I heard” he smiles “I didn’t know you sang” “I do” I shrug, my jaw hurts from so much smiling. “Here, you deserve this” he throws the key to the Porsche towards me. My eyes widen as I raise my hands to catch it.

the fucker went flying, hitting the floor with a heavy thud, and I didn't give him a chance to get his bears before I jumped on him beck. "Motherfucker!" I snarled, slamming my fist into his jaw. The crack of bone on bone was loud, but not loud enough t ocut through the thump of music still rattling the wall. Good, I didn't want witnesses. I wanted to beat this fucking animall into a coma.

I commented. “You look badass. You’re going to give everyone a heart attack.” She joked. “If they do get a heart attack, I’ll be very glad. I am rebelling after all.”

"Look at you—you look like a beggar. You've completely embarrassed our family. Why didn't you just die in that village back then?" Vincent's wife, Chloe Webb, stood there in designer clothes, covering her nose and frowning at him. "Is that really your sister? Even a beggar looks better than her." Only Vincent held me tight, saying, "Mikaela, you've suffered so much." He took me out for a walk to clear my head. Then, in a spot with no security cameras, he shoved me in front of a speeding truck. I was rushed to the ICU with almost every bone in my body broken.

Then I lift my folded fist and slam it right into his face. Once. I hear the satisfying crack of his nose and jaw. The second hit blinds his eye. The next breaks his cheekbone. “You should have begged the goddess not to bring you back,” my fist collides with his bone for the seventh time. Jack spits out blood. “W…what…. Are you?” he wheezes. I can barely hear him. My red eyes darken, almost turning black, my voice thick as a devil’s. “Your king… you asshole.”

Maybe make him drive a stake in my heart himself, and get my closure in death that he's never…. I don't realise an incoming vehicle as I burst out past a brick. Headlights flares….. Car honks blaring. The revving engine slams into me, exploding white-hot pain through my body. I roll over the vehicle impactfully, and there's a heavy bang against my head. Then the earth goes black.

He even hit you! "Do you know how much joy it gave me, watching him turn on you? In those moments, I knew I had crushed you beneath my feet. So what if you're the daughter of a casino magnate? You still lost to me!" With that, Ember let out a mocking laugh. Looking at her unraveling like that, I didn't want to waste another word. I turned quickly to leave. But she pressed a drug-soaked cloth over my nose and mouth, and everything went black.

"Alright, Hawks! Let's move out! Time to get that cup!" Julian stood up smoothly. He picked up his heavy hockey stick with a iron grip, shoved his helmet over his head, and locked the visor down. He didn't say a single word, but the terrifying aura of the Ice King radiated from him so strongly that the players around him instinctively gave him a wide berth.