Novel & Cerita Joker Face Dark Knight

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me.

Asher gets up and picks his gun and smiles "Fuck you asshole, you think you can pull me down, sorry fool you ain't worth it am gonna fuck you bitch over and over again and now you have nothing to do about or probably your gonna try killing me from hell"( Laughs aloud) Moaning and Romantic sounds in the air in a room shady and dark are found Jason and Keren who are laying exhausted and tired after a round of love making and pleasure. " Keren your touch alone turns me, the way you caress me whenever your on top of me doing your thing". With a smirk on keren's broad bright face with brown big eye balls.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?“ I ask him as I take a few steps closer to him. He smiles at me evilly, and I shudder. But maybe he just finds it funny that this is the first thing I’m asking while he is covered in blood. It splatters his white shirt clinging to his broad chest and he even has a few drops on his face. “Oh, my God, Gio. What happened?” His smile brightens as he puts a finger on his lips, chuckling as if it was a secret. My heartbeat picks up its pace, as this action is highly disturbing. I remember the Joker vibes I got from Domenico, but thinking of it, that was like being with an angry baby kitten in comparison with what I’m feeling now.

“My brothers are going to GUT you!” I swear, boys are born with a defective self-preservation chip. Death or glory. No in-between. Harry’s mouth twists into a grotesque, Joker-like smile. The scars on his face pull tight, distorting the expression into something almost inhuman. He turns toward the door. Opens it. Pauses. Glances back at Luke. He chuckles softly and makes a slow, mocking tsk-tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. “I wouldn’t count on it, little Garcia,” he murmurs.

More words fall out of his lips but I stare blankly. It won't be long before I turn blue and die. Wouldn't it be nice? To meet my father at last? To be with Lajla? My eyes follow his hand as he snaps them in my face to keep my focus. They're flickering with efforts to stay open. My lips stretch into a smile. It instantly terrifies me inside. How the fuck am I going to be buried with joker's grin on my face? A tear runs down the side of my face and Damian threads his fingers through his hair in a display of frustration.

He said with a smile, and the sides of his eyes creased. Joker held my hand and dragged me, pulling me to his office. “I heard you're feisty. You better drop it unless you want to end up like your little friends.” My eyes widened when he reminded me of what he did to the two girls. Even though I was scared, I didn't act scared at all. I wanted him to know that I wasn't intimidated by him. “Eyes down.” His deep voice rang, but I ignored. I stared at him with daggers in my eyes.

He pulled off his shirt and his ripped abs and muscles popped out. “Make sure you watch over her” He instructed Baron and turned to my direction. “If the sight is too much for you then you should leave” “Are you sure you can fight him?” I asked, watching Darknight pull off his shirt and revealing some of the most horrible scars I have ever seen. “I understand your fear, but I will beat him,” Murphy assured and turned around to face the Dark Knight. The fight begins immediately and Murphy tries to throw a punch but Darknight dodges it and connects his fist with Murphy's jaw, earning a loud roar from the spectators.

It was then that he realized why they had nothing better to do, after all, Dark-Dragon seemed the only one they could challenge with intelligence. Besides, the other heroes were just wall-breakers, and mania for punching others in the face, it was when it should be commonplace, the plots of each of them, against Dark - Dragon, so there were countless catalogues, graphics, and spreadsheets on the walls of whose turn it was, at what time, it was indicating... Joker... - So, what's your plan today, Joker? – Asked the Riddler. They were gathered playing cards around a table with countless villains around, tables full of villains, some drunk and others smoking.

good Kiyara, way to embarrass your self. “She is my designer head NK" he said with frustration clear in his voice and I just nodded in confirmation. And with that I felt two heated stares on me. Come on I am not an object stop staring at me... “Thank god! She is not your girlfriend...!!!!” NK said with a smirk on his face and came towards me took my hand slowly and placed a feather like kiss on my hand... sending shivers through my body... this meeting is going to be interesting....!

"No thanks. I’m not a dog that goes back to his vomit." Denzel’s face twisted into a mask of rage, his eyes turning dark. He looked like he was about to grab me right there in the middle of his family’s restaurant. But before he could even open his mouth to respond, a shadow loomed over both of us. "What are you doing with my woman?" The roar was low, vibrating through the floorboards. Jordan was back, and he looked like he was seconds away from shifting and tearing Denzel’s throat out. Denzel jumped to his feet immediately, his "tough guy" act vanishing instantly. He tried to play it off, extending his hand for a handshake. "Jordan! Just catching up with an old…"