Joker Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

The other guy stopped hurting her and moved away. He let go of her and stood by the Joker. In a sudden swift move, the joker grabbed onto his chin and strangled him to death. The guy fell to the ground completely limp and it was far easier to tell that he was dead. The Joker came walking towards Alyssa and just when he was before her he slowly took off his mask and revealed his face. She gasped as she saw that he was..... handsome.

When he couldn't catch them in time, the clown fled using the prostitute's young daughter as a shield, throwing her, in addition to a large amount of laughing gas, which he had to stop chasing, to isolate the bomb and save people. Now, he was surrounded by Dark Wing along with other heroes who were almost surrounding them. - Well, what's the problem, do you think I won't stop, that I care about the consequences? – Joker questioned them. - I think you do not know the consequences. Nathaniel said. - So, the hero of the city, who cannot save anyone. - The man provoked him. - So what are you going to do with me? - Joker questioned him. Obviously, human punishments and prisons, and the ways in wh

The rest of the day seemed like a blur, filled with pats on the back and admiring glances from the younger boys who now saw him differently. Night eventually settled over the orphanage. Jack lay face up on his cot, the ceiling above him dissolving into shadows. He was thinking of Harley. She was the only girl on his mind, her image flickering behind his eyes like a candle he refused to let burn out. Jack held up the Joker card, turning it over in the moonlight that slipped through the window. He twirled it in his fingers, watching the way the light caught its worn edges. Jack smiled, a small, private smile meant only for himself. "Harley," he whispered, "you could be the start of my better l

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.

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.

Leaving those words behind, Joker turned and walked away without looking back. However, on his way back, he suddenly felt unwell. He started coughing violently and soon tasted the metallic tang of blood in his throat. Joker's expression changed. He hadn't expected Nash to have inflicted internal injuries on him. Having come from the same rigorous training ground as Micah and been by his side for years, Joker rarely encountered anyone who could match him. The recent fight with Nash had been intense. If Micah and Nina had arrived just a minute or two later, he might have ended up as Nash's defeated opponent.

There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking joker. You know that, right?” Jax turned the card over and took in the sleek design. It was thick and more of a lightweight metal that was so thin it mimicked paper. “What’s does a joker symbolize?” he asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”