Joker Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

“If I get that woman here, and Joker and Sands and a few of the other hardcore guys get it into their heads to help Jensen out, and teach Crusher Alcott’s sister a lesson? I’ll stop it, no doubt. That’s my prerogative as President – but I can’t always be there. Accidents happen in the clubhouse back rooms, all the time. You get what I’m saying?” “Yeah.” Jack’s blood ran cold at the thought of the kind of ‘accident’ that could befall an innocent woman at Joker Kane’s hands. The man was an abusive monster, a convicted rapist, and by King’s Men’s best guess, he’d killed four women, that they knew of. Joker loved strangling women and then slashing their throats, and even though everyone knew wha

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

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.

It's too dark to notice. "Hurry up man, she's waking up." I flailed my arms frantically, amazed as a pair of female hands grabbed them and pinned them down. The fabric of my shirt was torn and my chest was suddenly naked. The man above me quickly sucked my breasts into his mouth, scratching me with his stubble. His other hand tugged at my skirt, trying to push it up. I thrashed wildly, but he got between my legs, his bare chest pressed against mine. “Don't be shy, baby, I know what you are. You're a whore, aren't you?" And then he let out a shrill laugh that revealed his identity – the Joker.

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?”

Jessica counted on that arrogance. The heavy steel door of the warehouse groaned open, and a man stepped out into the rain, pulling a grease-stained canvas cap low over his eyes. He checked the empty street twice before turning toward the footbridge. He was an archivist of a very specific, illicit variety, someone who traded in uncataloged regional history, the kind of text that the grand corporate houses spent millions to suppress or erase from public memory. Jessica stepped out of the shadow before he reached the center of the bridge.

The man placed his hand on the Joker's shoulder and squeezed it, "My girlfriend causing you some trouble?" The joker just stared at the tall, dark-haired man in a bomber jacket. The two men were of the same height, the darker-haired one was a few inches taller than the Joker. He wore a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans. His face was painted in a skull. He grinned at the Joker. "She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake."

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.

No listening ears for the conversation that was about to happen. I pound on the door using the side of my hand and forearm, warning Joker I wasn’t here for small talk. Joker answered the doorway shirtless, his torso covered in tattoos and old scars. He wiped the sleep from his eyes; seems that I had woken him from slumber. “Can this not wait?” Joker looked so tense, the look of a man that needed to get laid. I knew the look all too well at the moment, which further pissed me off.