How Did The Joker Actually Get His Scars Novels & Stories

Being the Luna of the pack came with responsibility, I was very nervous. "How's your back? Shouldn't you be resting?" I asked and he took his black leather jacket off his shoulders. Then, he turned around, giving me a full view of his scarred back. Every single cut and laceration had healed. They had become scars. I swallowed hard as I reached out to touch his scars. "Gosh, how did they heal so fast?" I chuckled, the tears threatening to fall. He turned to face me and took me in his arms. He stroked my hair with slow movements.

"Did we fuck you a little too hard?" I bit my lip as he kneaded the muscles. "I can take it." His hands slowed, his thumb caressing a deep blue X scar that crossed my hip. I felt a pulse of anger and sadness through our bond. The desire to know. "Ask." I folded my arms on the side of the bath, raising my ass to him a bit. He gave a scoffed laugh, sadness tightening it before he sighed, his hands moving again. "What did they use to make those scars?" I wanted to flinch at the growl, but I knew it wasn't anger at me.

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

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

Then the black tee. Elena watched, mesmerized. Without the suit or the hoodie, the full extent of his ink was visible. A massive vulture was tattooed across his back, its wings stretching to his shoulders. Scars—some from blades, some from bullets—marred his bronze skin like a map of a violent life. "You're staring again, sweetheart," Julian said, stepping toward her. He looked like a pagan god of war. "I've never seen so much of you," she whispered.

Maya was into… Then I noticed the background of the photo. A man's chest. Hard, tanned skin. And a scar. A jagged scar, like a lightning bolt. It ran from his left shoulder down toward his heart. My hands started to shake. I knew that scar. I’d seen it a thousand times. I’d traced it with my fingertips in our most intimate moments. Luciano said he got it in a shootout. Said it almost killed him. No. It couldn’t be.

Jax nodded respectfully at our presence, "You already know our purpose here." Scar saved himself a headache from listening to Vice and Jax talk business and started to look around. All the men on motorcycles wore the same leather jacket marked with a wolves face. The design was simply intricate. Scar had always had a passion for art, that being why his skin and the shiny surface of his bike was covered with his own designs. He found that the more designs he put onto his bike, the more he became protective of it. It was almost as if he feared if someone were to look at it for too long, they would understand aspects of his life that were extremely personal to him and Scar wasn't one for openin

I can't be bothered to go into the bathroom to change, so I just face the wall while I take my top off and pants, but I make my mistake early, I forgot about the permanent yellow bruising, the fresh red and purple coloured and old white scars, and the deep knife and bullet wounds covering my back and legs. I feel pairs of eyes searching my body, I turn around and find everyone staring at me. And me being me, I make a joke out of it, but they take it seriously. "Wanna know how I got these scars?" They look at me like I'm a lunatic, worry and concern lace their faces, "yeah, actually we do, they look really bad" Saffron says, obviously looking super worried.

He mumbled and relaxed on the bathtub, he felt so whipped even though him and cara met only after a lot of years . He walked out from the tub and moved his clothes off from his body and showered his body and caressed his abdomen which was bleeding profusely few moments ago, He did not flinch when he touched the deep scar, it was deep enough to make a person go into a coma but he endured it like a man .He wanted to ask himself if Cara felt the same way as him, but gulped and swallowed bitterly He looked at the familiar scar on his face and recalled the day he got it on his pack, how the rogue scratched and deepened the scar and left him with pain and bleeding with no help .

Therefore, from beginning to end, almost all the men under Justices were deadly. It was impossible for him to show mercy! However, this fellow... how did this fellow stand up? The scarred man was also confused. To be honest, after taking this punch, the scarred man himself was ready to die. But soon, he was surprised to find that he was not dead, and there was no pain on his body. He even... moved a few times and found that not only were his ribs not completely broken, but his body did not even hurt when he twisted them.