Joker Insanity Novels & Stories

"Remember you used to say, it's better to be an insane than to opt for the fakeness of sanity so be an insane because you have never gotten anything except by being sane so be an insane for yourself, be an insane for your happiness, be an insane for him, " A heavy breath escaped from her slightly parted lips at the end of those words of Mirana and then, Inessa slowly nodded her head in approval. Because she had actually understood, now it was the time to let her insanity to take over her sanity and let herself to be an insane for him. But only if she knew what that insanity was actually going to cost her that night. "Everything is settled. She won't be able to survive this night. Don't worry

Jax stared at the girl in front of him, his mouth dry. The word finally clawed its way out of his throat. "You're insane." "Thank you." Kiera's smile was a slash of pure, manic light. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, my terrified little partner. Are you still in?" Every shred of self-preservation screamed at him to run. To get as far from this lunatic as possible. But his feet were rooted to the dusty floor of the security office. He let out a shaky, defeated breath. "Do I have a choice?"

“ Who this time ? “ I ask , sitting back. He clears his throat and takes another drag and then leans forward placing his elbows on his bouncing knee. “ Another politician left a card with our patch on again. Throat slit and left out in the open this time whoever it is are wanting to make it more public now “ I grunt and roll my eyes. Just as the beast walks in his dead eyes scan the room before he takes the seat at the side of Joker. He looks at Joker's bouncing knee and the joint in his hand then rolls his eyes and looks at me. The beast didn’t have much patience and although they too love one another and would take a bullet for the other , Joker annoys Beast with his energy. Joker was ridd

Frank's head and body still bore the wounds inflicted on them, the ragged edges dark with dried blood, and his eyes glared with aggression toward Gordon, burning with a fury that death hadn't cooled. "Go on and tell him, boy," Frank sneered, his voice a low rasp that seemed to scrape against the air itself. "Tell him you see ghosts. You know what they do to people that can see ghosts - they take them down and lock them up in Arkham. So go on. Go on and tell him." Jack had no intention of doing so. He knew exactly what he needed to say, the words already forming a wall in his mind. "I'm not looking at anything," Jack said, his voice stern.

She didn't look up as she splashed water on her face, her breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. When she finally raised her head to look into the mirror, the person staring back didn't belong to her. The eyes were a shade too dark, the features shifted into a sneer that Jessica wouldn't have dared to make. The reflection smiled at her a slow, mocking, triumphant expression that felt like a violation. "Get out of my head," Jessica whispered, her voice trembling. The reflection didn't blink. It just watched her, amused by her panic. A surge of hot, incandescent rage flooded her. This was the result of her bargain, the cost of the power she had sought. She grabbed a heavy glass candle holde

Getting back to the ground floor, Dove saw Stryxx sitting, patiently on a rock ledge, his eyebrows furrowed, tongue poked out the side of his mouth, and his eyes were far away. “Where were you just now?” I got the flowers and met Anaki. From the look on your face, you must have met the brother that made me black out, and punished me by hiding their words in my memories. They will only come out when something pulls the memory out of me. It’s all very confusing and I’m tired. Let’s get back.” Dove said.

I shrug. "It would be boring if you used it." He smiles back. "Psychopath is... always there, but not to the visible eye." I think about my fathers kind smile before it morphs into something much more sinister. "It definitely passed yours." I recognize the hateful voice that belongs to Henry Brackintaw. I glance to the left, clashing with his emerald green gaze. The whites of his eyes are red, and his lids are dark with circles. Blond strands of hair fall onto his forehead, shaded by the hood he has pulled up. I couldn’t guess what drug he’s on today; weed, xanax, aderalle. You name it, he’s on it.

They had placed trackers on us, thrown away anything sharp or dangerous, and even lined the floors with bubble wrap. The only things left made of breakable clay were these mugs, shaped like rabbits. Minnie nodded. "Smash them." "No! Zagreus made these himself!" I cried out. She laughed scornfully. "Are you kidding me? Zagreus—the famously stoic man from the Capital? Just because he's been staying in Hanttye, you think he's turned into some goober who makes things for little girls?" Ruth raised a mug high. I struggled as hard as I could to free myself. I had to catch it!

She didn’t even want to think about that last possibility, but she had to consider it. Xavier had gone past insanity. He’d always been that way. Up until his house explosion and the Miami attack, he’d kept his games light. At least for a psycho. But now, everything had taken a detour into the complex labyrinth of his madness. Game after Game. Trick after trick. He had no limits. No truth left his lips. We couldn’t trust anything he said, and we could never lose our focus. Everything, every moment mattered until the end of the game.

Tables crashed and glass shattered, and Sarah stood there with a knife at her throat and watched the gentle, loving man that she was sleeping with turn into a brutal, violent machine. The power in Jax’s punches stunned her – everyone he touched seemed to almost explode in blood. The one man he hit went down right away and without a sound; another one was crawling away when Jax beat his head on the floor. The sound of flesh and bone making contact with concrete shocked and sickened her, and she retched. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see any more. Joker shook her again, twisted the point of the knife. “You shut the fuck up, bitch.”