Joker Face Dark Knight Novels & Stories

Danny, Jun, Jaden and David all sat on the bed in front of JD, ready to listen on what this is all about. “Renzo-hyung, Yosef, Sean, Aikon, Miko, the twins, me and some other Polaris and Stargazer staff are agents of Dark Knight. Dark Knight is a private organization established by Mr. Bobby Young, a retired private detective, which specializes in dealing with gangs, mafias and any illegal acts that threaten and endanger people’s lives. Indecent and illegal acts on the military, police and the government is also handled by Dark Knight. It could be Dark Knight’s own missions gathered by the intelligence crew or requested by certain clients.” JD stopped and looked at the boys listening intentl

The thing is, he needs to know everything about her and the reason for doing so is a secret that only he knows. “I am her fiance, Cypher Kurt” that is what he said with a stoic expression plastered on his face and the man named Joker just looked at him emotionless - it is the same emotion that he actually see in the face of Shin Alexandra and he cannot help but to think that no wonder they are friends because they act alike. However, at the same time he abhors that thought. “I know who you are” Joker answered which made Cypher Kurt once again grit his teeth out of annoyance.

Last time he talked to Rhett, he’d called him a Joker and handed him a joker card from his newly opened deck. Rhett loved his expensive cards. It was so beautiful. The joker card could’ve been on display in an art museum. All black with a CGI-inspired tessellated profile—the whole deck had cost hundreds, glimmered like diamonds, and smelled like money. An artist had handcrafted each image, spending days on every card. There was so much detail in the Joker. Dark lines outlined him. On his face, he wore a huge silly grin, but in the background, a mirror stood against the wall. There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face.

Yet those intimate words weren't supposed to be for people like them, were they? For a moment Jane found herself looking away. It was easier to be angry at Victor when he was being insufferable. It was much harder when he spoke with such certainty, as if the possibility of losing her had never existed in the first place. "I have my own tricks. Do you really think that I would let someone choose my fate?" Victor chuckled as he spoke. "Whatever he chose, both left and right will always be the Joker to him." "What?" Jane blinked. Slowly, Victor placed his hand on his chest pocket and fished out a Joker card, showing it right before her face.

“I will be sending off for a DNA test in our lab within the hour. We will regroup then; Joker will take you to Queenie and Winnie. Soon as he said his name there, Joker walked into the room; the scar that ran down his face was prominent. He looked like a modern-day Viking; his head was shaved to the sides with dark tattoos his long dark blonde hair was pulled back into a man bun. Dressed in dark, naturally distressed jeans and a grey t-shirt, his hardened eyes access me with something that I couldn’t interpret. Silently, I walk to the door, wondering to myself what the fuck just happened. I looked at Joker, wondering if he was just the strong silent type or what his deal was. “So lovely weat

He was dressed into a neat black tuxedo that snugly fit his lean physique, the top hat adorning his head faintly shadowing his heavily painted face, making his appearance all the more frightening as she stared, completely frozen. Black smokey shadows circled his dark eyes, starkly contrasting that pasty white smearing the rest of his features and that deep, burgundy red over his lips that continued to stretch into two fine lines across his cheeks, his general appearance scaling between The Joker and of a dia de los muertos character. This is no old man...Her mind whispered as it immediately concluded that he, this absolutely terrifying man before her must definitely be the owner of this plac

And for two years, she had watched him look past her, his heart belonging to someone else. “Liam, cover left!” she called, snapping back to command as three knights closed in. Liam nodded briskly, ducking under a sweeping blade and countering with a fierce upward slash that sent one enemy flying. His motions were clean, practiced, almost mechanical. The Dark Knight commander stepped forward — a towering figure clad in blackened armor, his eyes completely black beneath his helmet “You are too late” he hissed, his voice a hollow rasp.

"But since we're on the topic of roles, you do know your time will come too, right? Just like I and Osiris failed. So will you, and if you don’t die on the job like Osiris, you'll end up…. Just. Like. Me!” They laughed. Loud and obnoxious, one was a grating sound in my ears. The other? Sounded forced. "You’re something else. Seriously. I almost don’t wanna break your face." Joker drawled, wiping a false tear from his eye. "Almost?" I smirked. That one pissed him off, cause he slapped me. Hard across the face. My head snapped sideways, not really… just for dramatic flair. I let it hang, motionless. "Hey. Don’t kill him yet." Spear Guy said.

He finally looked up and grinned at me before caressing my black painted face. "You look amazingly ridiculous," he said matter-of-factly. "But I like it. This—" he motioned to my entire body "—suits you." Although my face was completely opaque, Jace could probably see that my face was redder than a tomato. He just chuckled and pressed his lips lightly against mine. When he pulled away, he stared at me softly with those captivating blue eyes. "I think that you're the best Batman there has ever been," he whispered. "But I have one question."

,I felt Dane stiffen behind me. "He was three years old you fuck and a sweet boy",Joker laughed loud and my claws extended in anger. My pups flashed in my mind and I growled loud. Joker looked amused as he his men ran forward in attack and we made quick work of them. Their dead bodies lay at our feet. "Think long and hard Joker",I say arms crossed as he swears at us. "Your dead Sebastian and so is that little bitch behind you. His pup was only the beginning and I won't stop till he is dead with that little bastard",Dane tensed and hurt flowed around us.