Joker Lines Novels & Stories

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.

Enough for me to feel their breath on my face. My bandages were loose now. They itched a little less. “Heh, he's out col…” I struck. Two quick jabs — one for each of them. "Fuck!" Joker shouted, stumbling back. Spear Guy cursed and drew back, wobbling. "What the hell did you do?" I still had two needles tucked into my bandages, and that's why they itched against the chains. Thin. Dipped in that same lovely poison used on Ryanna.

Jag explains. "Joker, every couple of minutes to keep their attention fire a shot. Once everyone is set, Cross take out the driver. But we need the leader alive." Jag orders. Fifteen minutes later everyone is in position. "Everyone set?" Jag asks. "A go for me Prez." Cross replies. "Holding steady here Prez." Joker replies. "Green light Cross." Jag replies. Cross takes Betty his sniper rifle and takes out the driver. One shot right between the eyes.

Aoi answered nonchalantly, “After taking some mission that’s not ours, for killing the Vuenavista family, Crimson Blade received a punishment which I took some for her.” Joker blinked twice, making sure what he heard was right, but this person is so serious for not to lie, “I didn’t know you're so sweet Aoi Akuma, taking care of that cold person, huh.” he teased while preparing some extra ammo for the guns he will be using. A silver thread of a dagger suddenly passed through Joker’s face and penetrated to the dart board attached to the wall, it’s bull’s eye. With a husky, deep voice Aoi said, “That was in the past.”

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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

Joker might help. "Alright. Go back and wait. I'll inform you if there's any news." "Thank you." Nina expressed her gratitude. Despite Mr. Joker's role and allegiance, she was currently relying on his assistance. Mr. Joker was taken aback. In his time here, he had never received a genuine thank you. Most people cursed him daily. But Nina’s gratitude seemed sincere. Just then, a respectful male voice interrupted, "Mr. Joker. A new batch of slaves has just arrived. Do you want to select from them now?"

"That was Annie's only wish before she died. I won't let her go with any regrets." Jessica stared at Zach, as if truly knowing his true nature for the first time. Her voice trembled. "Yeah, I owe her a pair of eyes! But what about you? You killed her mother… You owe her a life! How do you plan to pay that back? A life for a life?" Zach looked at her, his voice calm, each word clear. "Yes, I will." Jessica finally realized Zach had gone mad. Even I was shocked by what he said.

Why was she not Harley? All night long Jack pondered. He felt so defeated. Jack raised his finger up and pointed towards the corner of the ceiling. He began tracing the floral motif in the air. His arm soon became tired and it flopped down. He sighed and reached into his pocket. Jack pulls out the Joker card that Harley returned. He noticed how worn it looked. The edges were frayed and the colors were faded. He rubbed the card in-between his fingers and started flipping it back and forth. The card slipped from his hand and it came barreling down towards his face. Jack flinched. The cool surface of the card now laid over his right eye. He could see the face of the Joker. It looked darker and

she promised. "Thank you so much." The line went dead. Hours later, a notification popped up on my screen. It was a message from Billy. I hurriedly tapped it open to find a video file. She had managed to secure footage of the club's main lobby. I knew it couldn't have been easy for her. I watched the video with bated breath. A moment later, a man wearing that exact distinctive jacket walked into the frame. I pinched the screen, zooming in on his face.