Novel & Cerita How Did The Joker Really Get His Scars

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 asked moving back with a hand resting on my cheek. "You are bleeding." I whispered looking at his face to see the healed scar turn fresh with blood seeping from it, "What's going on?!" I panicked as he reached out his hand to touch his face and a disappointed sigh came from him as he noticed the wound turned fresh bleeding like he had just inflicted it on his face. "I never told you how I got this scar." "You said you did it yourself." "I did it because I thought disfigurement would aid my problems but I was wrong, they wanted me more."

But then I realized it wasn't the heartbeat he wanted me to feel but the roughness. “And this,” he said, guiding my touch lower, “was my first bullet.” He smirked. “Missed my heart. I burned the traitor’s house down after.” I tried hard but couldn't see any visible scar. At least not as clear as the first one. How come I never knew he had so many little scratches over his body? Even his first scar looked too clean for the vicious manner in which he got it. He let me trace my fingers down his body. All I felt was the ridge of his packs and a few marks and he told me the story of how he got each one.

"Jasper, confirm it." I jumped back as Jasper stepped forward and soon my back hit the wall. I slapped Jasper's hand away when he reached for me and he raised his eyebrows. "We've proven that I'm a lot stronger than you," he said lowly and I gritted my teeth when he lifted my top. He whistled and looked up at me. "That is a dirty scar," he commented and stared at it for a while longer. "And it's a scar from a stab wound." "When did it happen?" The man asked.

It burns like shit. “If you’re good, the Doc will give you a lollipop when he’s done,” Jackson snickers. I’m starting to think up ways to kill him. But he leans over, inspecting the cut on my brow. “Oh, now your perfectly handsome face is ruined. But don’t worry, chicks dick scars.” I look at an old scar above his right eye and sigh. I can’t, right now, remember the event that caused that one — he’s been hurt so many times.

“Fuck, I may die first.” Her head moved from side to side as her lips curved. “You said last night that no man has died from not ejaculating.” “It’s an untested theory.” She turned, sitting on her knees and stared down at my chest. After an agonizing, indeterminate amount of time, she lowered her hands over my pecs, running her palms over my skin. “How did you get the scars?” “Knives, mostly.” I lifted my arm and showed her a more circular scar. “That one was a bullet.”

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...

How do you go four ounds without tiring out? Even I, am surprised I’m still breathing well after all the energy expended. My wolf spake, “Sex-hungry, bastard.” I allowed him do his wish and he grinned in delight. After a minutes, he was done and laid back to hear me out. “Now what is it you want to know?” He asked as he pant heavily. “Your scar. How dod you get it?” I asked again. “Quite an adventure, you see,” he started. “But contrary to what you might think, it isn't from battle or any fight. I got this from a woman,” he laughed.

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

My mouth falls open. "We haven’t officially met; I’m Joker. I like to bite parts of people off and burn ‘em while they are alive, so it's easier to skin ‘em. Sometimes, I like to give ‘em adrenaline to keep ‘em awake while I cut ‘em open and pull out their insides. Which is ya choice?" he says matter-of-factly and grins, and I stare in shock. Ebony rolls her eyes as if this is totally fucking normal. It's not. Even Wesley is silenced. Joker seems totally unphased by the guns pointed at him.