Joker Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Joker wheezed out between his chuckles. Shooter punched him in the jaw faster than I could see and Joker's head snapped to the right. His laughter stopped in and instant and he stared at his older brother as I shifted nervously. Shooter was a hot head and violent but Joker was insane. A fight between them would be bloody and deadly. "STOP!" Pres commanded as Joker stepped towards Shooter. Joker paused and looked at his Father. "Your Brother is right. This isn't funny." Pres spat at his second son who sent him an eerie smile with blood running down his chin and mouth.

At that time, they didn't take no for an answer, chasing him, until he was ambushed with his uniform by several villains, throughout the week, he watched while fleeing, when Joker, managed to invade a school, taking several children, hostages, when invading the place, jumping through the window, Joker and several of his henchmen, threw that green powder in his direction, which he tried not to inhale, he realized that it seemed to be a relaxant. - Damn it, it's an ambush. - He tried to escape, when a series of children contaminated by the green gas with smiles, chasing him trying to bite him, he tried to jump out the window, seeing that the children, were chasing him, with such a desire to bi

With a puzzled expression, I diverted my gaze and saw what he was showing me. It was my mother's picture, I was dumbfounded. “How did you–” “Now will you do what I asked you?” I tried reaching for the phone but he snatched his hand away. “Not so fast, Malysh. Do what I want, and I promise you that you'll get to touch her instead of just seeing her picture.” He said with a wide smile. He had never smiled like that before. We suddenly heard screeching tyres and turned. It was Archer and Ric. He immediately got out of his car holding a gun out, pointing it straight at Joker. Oh fuck, how did he catch up so fast? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His observations reflected genuine wisdom beyond chronological limitation. "Do you fight the bad people because you hate them or because you love the people they hurt?" he asked during a momentary lull in the general conversation. The Shadow Knight considered this profound distinction with genuine reflection beyond dismissive simplification. His transformed perception recognized essential difference between negative motivation and positive intention, reactive emotion and proactive principle, destructive vengeance and constructive justice. "Initially motivated through personal injury beyond universal principle," he acknowledged with honest assessment regarding spiritual evolution. "Transforma

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m

My mouth falls open. "We haven’t officially met; I’m Joker. I like to bite parts of people off and burn ‘em while they are alive, so it's easier to skin ‘em. Sometimes, I like to give ‘em adrenaline to keep ‘em awake while I cut ‘em open and pull out their insides. Which is ya choice?" he says matter-of-factly and grins, and I stare in shock. Ebony rolls her eyes as if this is totally fucking normal. It's not. Even Wesley is silenced. Joker seems totally unphased by the guns pointed at him.

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”

He held the coffee mug, with his head lowered and his body shivering. "However, it was fate that made you a clown, a murderer. Because of the accident that happened when you were a child, you gained a sense of accomplishment and pleasure from killing as a clown. However, you still have a bit of goodwill, that is, you would not kill the last child. It's not that you want to repeat history, but that you want these children to have a different future, right, Joker?" Stella asked gently. Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?"

Machine asked, raising a brow. Joker sighed and looked away knowing that Machine and Kane were right. They were always getting in trouble because she was doing something insane that got them all in trouble. After a moment he chuckled and shook his head. “True.” Joker said, smiling softly. “I was always in trouble because of her.” “Hey, Ronald.” Dex said, when the journalist picked up. “Dex! Good to talk to you. What’s the word? Did Margo give a green light on running the story yet?” He asked.

Lorenzo strolls up looking excited as he punches a rogue knocking him to the ground. "It is a good day to kill",he yells a battle cry and attacks as his men follow. I shake my head as two jump at me but I side step and they fall face first into the dirt. "I bet that hurt",I mock them as they struggle to get up. They are dirty and most probably don't know what day it is. "Joker is here!",is yelled. "In pieces",I add as they scream and launch at me. Jason slams one to the ground and stands but before I can scream to watch out a knife goes in his side and he grunts as he kicks the man away.