How Did The Joker Really Get His Scars Novels & Stories

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

I slap a palm over my mouth, striding towards him slowly. His eyes are tightly shut, dark strands falling over his brows. An IV bag with blood drips into his body through a small syringe attached to his bruised wrist, the sight making me gag. I pull a stool from behind me and sit on it, careful enough not to make a sound. My chest tightens in pain at the sight of him struggling to live, guilt seeping through the cracks of my nonchalant facade. “I’m so sorry.” I whisper, fighting back the sting in my eyes.

I frowned in confusion but I played along . "Start talking!"I ordered. "Sir I am so sorry about what happened.J didn't mean what I did.." "Wait,how did you get that stab scar?" His hand unconsciously came up to you the part of his shoulder that had the scar. "Its miss Samantha who gave me this scar"he confessed cowering as I raised my hand to touch it. "Now why the hell would she do that?"I asked him. "Because..."he paused. "Because?"I repeated impatiently.

“I do, because she has her father and this is what he teaches her. What I wouldn’t give to know who my father and mother were. There is too much evil in this world.” “Is that why you have your battle scars?” he asked me. “You could say they are battle scars, but they aren’t from fighting. It was a different kind of battle that gave me these scars.” Xavier stopped and looked at me. He lifted his shirt, showing me his stomach and chest. The scars he had so many. I looked at him, asking for permission to touch them. They were deep cuts like mine were never fully healing. “You are the first one, Josie, that my scars has not disgusted.” He sighed as he pulled down his shirt.

"I actually was going to ask the same thing to you too." I embraced him slightly as he made his way out of the door. "Goodnight." Mario uttered, before placing his sunglasses back on and heading downstairs. I shut the door tightly behind me and got into the shower quickly. Looking at my bare chest in the mirror, I could see the familiar scars on me. Just at the top left of my chest was a tattoo of a smoking gun, and some scars I had received in my early years of mobbing. 'Who am I?' I thought to myself. 'What have I become?'

He slowly took off his watch and walked into the bathroom. In front of the mirror, the man's muscular body was even more obvious. He removed his shirt, revealing large tattoos on his arms. It stretched from his wrist to above his elbow. Not only that but there are also scary scars that overlap each other. They were all his past, his training on Skull Island since he was eight years old. And every time bullets hit him in the back and leave scars on his body, they're always there and don't go away. Although Dr. Vittorio said, he could help Ivan heal these scars. But Ivan always refuses. These are all witnesses to his life, representing the hard times he has gone through.

Wake up, you won't be with him. At this time, I found that he had scars of all sizes on his body, which he didn't have before. He must have been injured countless times in suppressing rogues in the past year. Thinking that he had a hard time, my heart ached. I unconsciously walked to him, gently stroked his scars with my hands, and asked softly: "Do you still hurt?" "No, it doesn't bother me at all." He lowered his head and chuckled, "What bothers me most now is extreme hunger."

With a puzzled expression, I diverted my gaze and saw what he was showing me. It was my mother's picture, I was dumbfounded. “How did you–” “Now will you do what I asked you?” I tried reaching for the phone but he snatched his hand away. “Not so fast, Malysh. Do what I want, and I promise you that you'll get to touch her instead of just seeing her picture.” He said with a wide smile. He had never smiled like that before. We suddenly heard screeching tyres and turned. It was Archer and Ric. He immediately got out of his car holding a gun out, pointing it straight at Joker. Oh fuck, how did he catch up so fast? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“How do you always manage to joke, even in adverse situations like these?” He smiled, “first, joking around might not lessen the suffering by any degree, but it gives us enough power to handle the pain and second, right now, I wasn’t joking. Not when my wife’s body had gone through so many beautiful changes…” He ogled from my neck to my abdomen. Over the three years, I had fought numerous times and got injured numerous times and so there were scars all over my body, “don’t mock my scars.” “I am not mocking your scars. I am admiring them. Because I don’t need a memory reading ability to know what you went through in these three years, your body — your scar speaks everything to me,” he said, t

He shouted. The way his face contorted made my heart squeeze and then begin to pound. He looked like he had witnessed the world’s worst horror. Tears even filled his eyes and I could hear his heart pounding louder than mine. Why this reaction? “Cass, it’s no big deal.” I made my tone softer. “It’s just a scar I got when I fell into the rose bushes in the past,” I repeated Doctor Lorenzo’s diagnosis. “Does it make sense for these scars to come from a simple fall?” He held my hands tighter. “These are deep wounds that could not heal on time. It has nothing to do with falling into a rose bush! Tell me, how did this happen!? Who did this to you?”