Joker Arkham Asylum Novels & Stories

After he got out of the hospital he went to his mom and dad's house to heal. It's been two weeks since he left the hospital. Tonight was Friday night and the Joker's MC were visiting to celebrate getting rid of the rouge MC that was trying to move drugs into their territories. Neither MC will allow drugs in their towns. Maverick and Maddox got patched in early to the club after what went down landing Maverick in the hospital. Both had proven their loyalty. "Are you sure you want to go tonight?" Jazz asked. "Yep. I'm not hiding from him. If it's over then I need to know for sure." Hanna replied.

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."

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.

I could only pray that the blood doesn't seep out and get the unwanted attention. Joker gestured to one of his men and they came over and untied me. I immediately got off the chair and needed to stretch a bit, I felt so rusty from sitting there for way too long. I looked around me, it seemed to be a clinical environment, possibly abandoned. I thought back to the rhyme joker had given to Rurac earlier on “You want your mate and maid back? Come and meet me. I'll give you a hint just because I'm a nice guy, I'm at the place where the poor would go with fear and the rich would go with ego. If you're unable to find me before the next 2 hours, I can't guarantee the safety of your mate.” Joker came