How Did The Joker Actually Get His Scars Novels & Stories

"You insisted on drinking tea when I didn't allow you to do so. And now you're harassing me when you can't sleep, hmm?" "It's not like that," Meredith shook her head as she traced her fingers across the scars on his chest, and asked, "Joe, I'm a bit curious as to how you got these scars. They look painful." Josiah looked at the scar he got from the stab wound and glossed over it, "It's nothing. I got it when I was younger." "But how?" "Knives." Meredith inhaled sharply, "It must be really painful then. You should've been more careful, Joe."

He looks at me with smoky eyes. "Now what?" he inquires. "I want to remove your clothes," I tell her. "Am all yours," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. I run my hand slowly down his shirt in a caress. I slowly undo his buttons, one by one, exposing his broad chest. I can feel Jace's heavy gaze on me as I unbutton his shirt. He shrugs out of it and I start tracing the scars on his chest with my fingers. What could Jace have possibly gone through to incur such kind of damage. Was it when he was young, when he lost his parents? Who hurt him? Whoever he or she was better be dead because if I find out who they are, I will do more damage than...

She turned back to him with a steady smile. “See? Nothing’s there.” He looked at her with a confused expression, nodding slowly. “I feel like I’m losing it.” “Then lean on me,” she said softly. “I’m here.” He almost believed her. Almost. As he turned back toward the bathroom, she caught sight of scars on his arm. Thin, dark lines marring his skin. “Jace, what happened to you?” He pulled away. “It’s nothing. Probably a reaction. Give me a moment; I’ll be done soon.”

"Where did you get that scar?" Diana demanded. Jasper looked down at the scar, as if he was just noticing it. He stared back at Diana, his eyes watching her, trying to read her expression. "Uh... It happened a long time ago." He answered, stammering a little. "I really don't remember how. I think it's a childhood scar." "A childhood scar that didn't heal?" Diana said next, her hands fisted beside her. Jasper drew back his shirt and buttoned it, shielding his body from her sharp gaze.

He’d beaten three men damn near to death, and truthfully, he’d have loved to have had a few swings at Joker. I’d have fucking knocked his head clean off his shoulders, I swear. “No,” she said at last. “I wasn’t scared. But…” Her voice trailed off. “But what?” “But I saw a side of you that I’ve never seen before.” Her eyes held his, not letting him off the hook. “I mean, I knew it had to be there… you said you had a tough childhood, and that does something to people.” She looked down at his naked chest. “I can see the scars on your body, and all these tattoos… I’m no expert, but some look like prison ink to me. And those punches tonight weren’t anything like the first you’ve ever thrown.”

His thrusts were quicker and my pussy couldn’t help but wanted more. Jake! Jake, I am going to cum!!” “Cum for me, baby girl. Release it, let it all out.” He said. As I whimpered, my eyes took notice of scars on his body. On closer inspection, they looked like bullet wounds.How did he get them?My eyes went down to his six pac abs. They were so many. How is it possible that he survived them all?“They are a past you would one day get to find out about, Rachel.

“I can’t judge her for that.” “Hell none of us could. You and I have been where she was… We have the damn scars to prove it.The difference is that we weren’t stuck there for five years.” Joker sighed. “Now, I’m a little crazy from my time and you’re a goddamn hard ass and that has been our lot in life. But her…. She seems to have gotten a double dose of both.”

I sat closer to Jedrick, not wanting to be left alone in this ungodly place. His face had a long scar that starts from his left eyebrow and ran down to his jaw. He was bald and his entire body was covered with tattoos except for his face. He was so buff. He looked like a real-life hulk, except for the green skin. I gulped with anticipation.

So he took a shower after Kyron was clean. "Huff..." Vincent rubbed his arms and face. His skin became much smoother, without any scars. Vincent rubbed his left arm, then frowned. “Where are my scars?” he muttered softly. As far as he remembered, he had a persistent sewing scar on his forearm. He got the scars when he was 12 years old. But now the wound is gone without a trace.

"You're the one who's incapable! You were the one who didn't have the balls to open fire! You were the one who didn't have the guts to put your life on the line! What kind of man are you?" Selene scratched at his face like a madwoman. "Bitch!" Caleb was furious. He used his functioning hand to slap Selene. I wasn't interested in watching this dog fight, so I turned to leave. "Separate them and take them." The surveillance room was illuminated only by artificial light from screens. Through the cameras in the holding room, it was evident that Selene's face was completely disfigured. Her face had been slashed a thousand times, not more and not less. She was curled into the corner, letting out i