Joker Arkham City Death Novels & Stories

“Honey, I wouldn’t be dealing with drugs if I gave a flying f*ck about death. The number of crimes I’ve committed, oh Lord—big men in black suits will have to fry my dead body with a sh*t ton more electric chairs than just the one to balance that ledger! Ha, light me up like a Christmas tree on fire, babe!” Tsk, tsk. How charming. Javier thought for a moment. “Sigh. Well, if death isn’t what you’re scared of, then I guess I won’t kill you. Death is only a satisfactory threat for cowards, because they at least die many times before their death.”

Josh said as they all stood in Alex's bedroom, except Jerry. "Yup," Amanda said. "No more Torento, we all get to move on with our lives." "By the way, what happened to Torento?" Alex asked. "Dead!" Jacob answered. "Just after he shot you, he received a bullet in his forehead." "The lucky bastard," Jason said. "After all the crimes he committed, he gets a fast death." Amanda laughed. "As long as he is gone and out of our lives," she said.

I park the bike, and we walk inside. The sight that greets us makes my stomach churn—blood, bodies strewn across the floor, a massacre. “Shit...” King mutters, glancin’ around at the carnage. “Based on the blood, he’s long gone from here,” Doc says, kneelin’ next to one of the bodies. “This guy’s been dead for a while. This was the first place Joker hit.” I pull out my phone and order a cleanup for the address. “Look for any papers with addresses. Ebony said she didn’t have the address where the women were kept, so that’s probably where Joker’s gone next if anyone here talked.”

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"I'm sorry, my Lord. If our goddess dies, then we'll all go extinct. Honestly... I think that would be better than another child being born to suffer the cruelty we did." Silence regained its domain in the court, broken only by Jarik's sobs. Then Duncan spoke, his voice sharp and authoritative. "Jarik of the Ouroboros. For leading attacks against the Moon Realm and shedding innocent blood, you are sentenced to death." Jarik lifted his head slightly, stiffening as his body trembled. "Thank you, your Grace," he whispered. A painful smile spread across his lips as his gaze finally met Arianna's. Hope. That was the hint she saw there. But Arianna averted her gaze, her chest tightening as she hea

Their faces unrecognizable as the only one he recognized was his rage. Some of the officers noticed how weird he's acting, but none of them could’ve predicted the next thing. BANG! The bullet of the .40 Smith and Wesson went straight towards the head of the now deceased Fred Jules Leopold as he fell swiftly to his death. August, who was cuffed to him fell with him. “Jameson! What is the meaning of this?” “You won’t understand. He killed my daughter.” Tears started falling from his already watery eyes.

He could perceive the foreign fragrance. He was almost to his door and as he made to see if he could see anything, he heard a gunshot, it happened so fast that he did not get to understand how come and the next thing, he was on his knees gasping for life that was quickly drifting from him. When he could not hold the pain anymore, he closed his eyes and accepted death, how the mighty had fallen. Jarden felt no remorse for killing him, if ZICO could have the mind to murder his uncle and wife, then he deserves no mercy, ZICO's chapter was closed. He ceased to exist, soon he would become history.

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?”

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.