How Did The Joker Really Get His Scars Novels & Stories

He stilled. I traced my hands down his back slowly, feeling every crevice on his skin. My fingers hit a bump and I stopped, tracing my fingers on that particular scar. "Where did you get this from?" "Uhm, I got it from training while I was younger," I raised my brow in confusion. "How possible is that? You shouldn't be getting such scars from just training. This looks like you were beaten severely by a whip," Xavier extracted my hand from his back and turned to face me. He smiled drily and held my hand in his, playing with my fingers and somehow focusing his gaze on my hand.

I said, and he chuckled. “It's good to see that you are so emotional about my things; you don't have to be sorry!” He said, and I nodded. “I don't have to be sorry!” I said to myself in my head. “How… how did you get all these scars?” I asked, stammering as I looked at his face. He smiled and looked down at his scars and held my hand. He led me to sit down and allowed me to touch his scars again. I felt so sorry for him as I looked at the scars.

Jace’s eyes immediately found Lorenzo and stilled. He looked almost exactly as Jace remembered: handsome, sharp features that belonged on the cover of magazines rather than in the underworld. His jawline was cut from stone, his dark eyes glinted with danger and allure. But now, a scar ran down his face, from his forehead across his eye to the edge of his cheek. It looked like someone had once tried to carve him open. Instead of marring him, it gave him a dangerous and commanding appeal. “Bunny,” Lorenzo smirked, his voice smooth as silk as he waved his hand. The two men at his sides obeyed immediately, stepping out and leaving them alone. Jace’s gaze caught the gleam of metal tucked at their

His scars. Lexon raised his hand. His chest tightened when he saw the long scar that began at his collarbone. The scar he always wondered, how did he get one so long, and so wide? It was the worst scar on his body... And now he knows how he got it. He watched as they took the silver blade to Jace. It looked as though they were trying to split him in half, carving him up like a damn turkey! His little wolf's painful screams shattered his heart, the amount of blood spilled terrified him.

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.”

I tell him as I take a closer look at it. “I dressed it last night when I found you with the first aide kit. It will be fine. I heal quickly.” He tells me as he moves to put his shirt back on, but before he pulls his shirt over his head, I notice a scar across his ribs, and I ask him, “Where did you get that scar from? It looks like you were clawed by something big.” Jaxson quickly pulled the shirt down over his chest and let out a nervous chuckle this time before he says, “I had a run in with a bear.”

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 will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

“I'm gonna bruise this fucking tits until they're all red and you're gonna act like the little victim that you are.” He shuffles close, taking his hard cock out of his sweats. He sat on my stomach keeping me from breathing then he pressed my breasts together and thrust between them hard and fast. I gasped when he rolled my nipples with his fingers and cried out when he pinched them. He presses harder on my tits earning a groan from me. “You're loving this..look at all that juice.” He gasped, his eyes trained on the place we joined. That's when I noticed them…three dark scars along his ribs. I have never seen Josiah shirtless before but this could be something I could use to hold my ground th

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.