Joker Arkham Asylum Novels & Stories

The man placed his hand on the Joker's shoulder and squeezed it, "My girlfriend causing you some trouble?" The joker just stared at the tall, dark-haired man in a bomber jacket. The two men were of the same height, the darker-haired one was a few inches taller than the Joker. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face was painted in a skull. He grinned at the Joker. "She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake."

The rest of the day seemed like a blur, filled with pats on the back and admiring glances from the younger boys who now saw him differently. Night eventually settled over the orphanage. Jack lay face up on his cot, the ceiling above him dissolving into shadows. He was thinking of Harley. She was the only girl on his mind, her image flickering behind his eyes like a candle he refused to let burn out. Jack held up the Joker card, turning it over in the moonlight that slipped through the window. He twirled it in his fingers, watching the way the light caught its worn edges. Jack smiled, a small, private smile meant only for himself. "Harley," he whispered, "you could be the start of my better l

With the red of its flame, the colors and hierarchy of its ability, a death is about to loom as he needed to do what he must. “Play with time, as I accepted my place in this world and games. I whose insanity is my biggest asset, holding the ideal and the embodiment of the character of the Mad Hatter. The Joker of the deck and the Devil of the Tarot. Just how sadistic should I write my character to be?”

They were hurt pretty badly because of Eros' torture but are now recovering. "Their names are Raven and Howel. Make sure to interrogate them separately and don't let them alone in one room," he explained to his right-hand man. If they are left alone, they might make up a story to fool them. Raven, the assassin who revealed his name and bowed down to Eros' wishes when they were in the arena because his brother, Howel, was stabbed and bleeding to death. He cared too much for his brother, making it his weakness.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

A girl with madness in her eyes. Instead, I'm small. Barely taller than his shoulder, hair braided back out of my face, a thin scar slicing through my eyebrow and down the side of my face. The only dangerous thing about me is my mouth. "Did the kingdom run out of criminals," I ask, voice dry, "or are we celebrating something special today?" He scowls. "You've been released." I blink once. Then I laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it is absolutely ridiculous.

"Well, you didn't tell me your name and you are all wearing black masks which means your faces must be uglier than the masks-" "Hey!" He gripped her chin even harder and it began to sting. "Let. Her. Go" A deep dark voice out in the cold dark walls of the old hospital says in a rumbling tone. Alyssa looked behind the guy hurting her to find that it was the Joker guy who had called Rurac earlier. The other guy stopped hurting her and moved away.

Jake They all hushed after Kari turned on music using her phone, their paint brushes coating the wall in a muted teal. Jake stayed close to Kari, making small talk here and there, loving the concentration on her face as she painted. He looked up as Drake walked in, the closest friend in Bar Harbor he’d made at the small gym where he’d spent many nights trying to purge the memories of Bethany from his mind. “Someone call for a help?” Drake stopped at the door, his hands on his hips as he looked around.

"It's over Bob... Your reign of tyrannt of injustice has come to an end, you notorious troubler of this neighborhood and the worst nightmare of the city of Los Bahamas. Surrender now because this game is over and you can never escape." "Hey, you have to get off me now." Broderick said. Then he stood up and crossed the center rug; facing the door as they were still talking. He coughed. Then remained silent for a little while. Bob was staring. She hesitated and then spun abruptly around from her mother's direction. She snapped off a shot at him. It was right on target. The bullet met him at his right arm. He groaned as staggered then later he leaned over to a table. Again he tried to bring out

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.