How Did The Joker Really Get His Scars Novels & Stories

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.

“What? You don’t want the cuts to heal?” “Oh, I want them to heal. But the scars…” he trailed off and I did my best not to let myself get carried away down the dark train of thought. I hoped he didn’t mean that he wanted to scar me permanently. If he did, then he was a bigger psycho than I gave him credit for. What was the point of scarring me anyways? What would he get out of it? He’s a sadist. Yes, he was. Perhaps he got a thrill seeing my scars, knowing he was responsible for them. A man like him, who thrived on killing and hurting people would definitely get off on seeing my scars.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

I was tracing the lines of his chest, my fingers following the path of a faded scar that ran along his ribs. " How did you get this?" I asked, my voice soft. He looked down at the scar, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “ It was through a rogue attack," he said, his tone casual, but I could sense the underlying tension. " A long time ago." " I'm sorry," I said, my fingers stilling on the scar. " Don't be," he said, covering my hand with his. " It's a reminder of why I do what I do. Why I fight to protect this pack."

"Forced me to... uh, to have... s*x with him..." He gasped and stood up in shock. "Wha--what the f*ck!" "It's fine, I'm over it now." I smiled assuring him. Jack overhead our conversation. When he confirmed that Jillian's gay, he beat him up. Jillian had a black eye and his lips are bleeding. I was in the room with my son. He asked me to go inside the room. Maybe he still knows that I'm traumatized with him. I just hope that he'll get better.

Noticing my dazed expression, Jack came over and chuckled, "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." I gathered my thoughts, hurriedly shook my head, and answered his earlier question, "I'm feeling much better, not as painful as yesterday." "That's good." He placed a bag on the coffee table, "I got some scar cream for you from the hospital. Your injuries are quite serious. Although they're not on your face, they still can't be neglected. You’ll still need to prevent yourself from getting scarred." Perhaps knowing the situation, I felt a bit guilty and very grateful, and I was particularly obedient, "Okay, I'll use it when I change the bandages tonight. There’s no rush"