How Did The Joker Really Get His Scars Novels & Stories

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.”

Leaving those words behind, Joker turned and walked away without looking back. However, on his way back, he suddenly felt unwell. He started coughing violently and soon tasted the metallic tang of blood in his throat. Joker's expression changed. He hadn't expected Nash to have inflicted internal injuries on him. Having come from the same rigorous training ground as Micah and been by his side for years, Joker rarely encountered anyone who could match him. The recent fight with Nash had been intense. If Micah and Nina had arrived just a minute or two later, he might have ended up as Nash's defeated opponent.

“I'm glad you are back and sorry I never came to check up on you this week. I just felt you needed some space off so I had to let you be and heal.” He muttered as he approached where I stood. “Put this in the other room.” I handed the picture frame to Jones Weatherford. I saw the shock in his face, i knew he never believed I would ever have the mind to push ahead. He looked at me as he furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the scars around my eyes. The more I looked at the sun, the more it burnt my fragile skin. Around my eyes were red like I've been bleeding severely. “Jace?”

She was so damn cute. "That's what I would like to know! Blade and I got up and Breaker wasn't on the couch. We thought he left but then we saw his clothes and shoes still in the living room. Now I find him half naked with you in here! Did he hurt you? Are you okay? I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him!" Joker ended up shouting at the end as he refocused his gaze on me. I put my hands up at him, "I swear nothing happened. I would NEVER harm her!" I pleaded.

My cheek was burned with pain. "When did you become so vicious?! Judy is pregnant! You must apologize to her right now!" Before I could say anything, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to Judy. He forced me to kneel, and I could feel the shards of glass digging into my knees. The sharp pain shot through my legs. Just then, he suddenly stopped. He grabbed my hand, and his gaze landed on the ghastly scar. "How did you get this scar?"

"It doesn’t matter. Men always have scars!" But Jocelyn was still sorry for him. "This scar is so deep that it’s unlikely to fade!" Looking into her eyes, which were full of sadness, he couldn't help giving a chuckle and hugging her. "It doesn’t matter. I’m delighted as long as both of us remember that the scar on my palm is the proof of my love for you!" Jocelyn glanced up at Skyler with red eyes, as she was moved.

Again, asking for my permission, to which I nodded and he let my hand go to take off the shirt. I couldn‟t hold back the gasp that left my lips, what happened to him? How the hell did he get all these scars? “WHO THE FUCK HURT HIM?!” Violet growled so loud I couldn‟t even hear my own thoughts but I wasn‟t in the least bit surprised, I also wanted to know, I was angry too. Even though he was covered in dirt the scars on his back still took centre stage, and there were bruises everywhere, some old and some looked quite new, cuts and scratches littered his body.