Joker Quotes About Harley Novels & Stories

It is my only superpower. “It means nothing, huh?” He draws out the words, speaking slowly, but it is downright menacing. “Yeah, nothing.” “Is that why you pulled up your skirt and hopped on the back of a bike with a kid? Because it means nothing?” “Chris is not a kid, okay? And he can drive that Harley like nobody’s business. That is what it is called, by the way, a Harley, not some normal bike.” “And why did you get on that not-some-normal bike?”

I'd say she was at least in her 40's. 'Nah, I'm good thanks'. She stopped and just looked at me, clearly surprised at being rejected. 'You sure handsome?' I looked around the room again and saw my brothers already getting busy. What happens on a ride, stays on a ride. I could have a meaningless fuck and Harley would never know. 'Yeah, I'm sure, thanks'. She just shrugged and walked away again. Yeah, Harley would never know, but I would and when Harry told me to not hurt her, I meant it when I said I wouldn't. I looked... really really looked at every woman in the clubhouse and not a single one even came close to Harley.

I replied awkwardly. We all waited together for a while. We were avoiding each other's eyes—a pair of awkward teenagers. Gosh, I still have to take responsibility for this situation. I spread one palm of my hand in front of her feet, which were busy dragging the ground. Her attention shifted to me. She stared at me questioningly as I suddenly bombarded her with a sweet smile. "Even though Harley Quinn is brutal and violent, she is still crazy about the Joker. Just like me, I'll give you your fair share of bitchiness and love." I said in a cheerful tone.

He added, causing me to squint my eyes at them both. "I promise, I won't," Clara said, kissed him on his forehead, and left. "Be quick Joker," I grinned, hoping she would hurry up so she wouldn't break my son's heart again. It didn't take too long and she was back, Will remained in my arms as I said to her, "Joker, you are back," I wanted to make a joke of her although my eyes were fixed on the TV. "Harley, I think you are mistaken, I am not Joker," she said looking at me cheerfully.

"I just got it yesterday. Held up a man at knife point. He saw my knife and practically begged me to take his watch, his money, and his wedding ring. Isn't that right, Mike?" "Yes, boss," Mike said flatly, his tone betraying neither approval nor disapproval, only a weary familiarity with Jack's stories. "Well, that watch makes you look like some type of Mista," Harley said, a teasing lilt creeping into her voice. "Now you can be a Mista J." "Mista J." Jack smiled, testing the name on his tongue like it was already legend, savoring the sound of it as though trying it on for size. "Yeah, I think I like that."

I was low-key wondering why I couldn't find Sloane anywhere until I checked the rolster and saw that she was off work today. When my shift finally ended by evening, I changed back into my casual clothes and stepped outside, holding onto the strap of my tote bag. That’s when I noticed a sleek black Harley parked just beside the entrance. The rider blew its horn at me and I smiled, knowing who it was already. “Need a ride, Foxie?” It was Jace. He took off his helmet, flashing that playful grin that made him look way too sure of himself, shaking his head and then running his fingers throughout his hair,

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful

"To knocking that girl in the face with a baseball bat...Girl, your like a Harley Quinn!" I swallowed down what was in the shot glass, my throat feeling like it was on fire. " Yeah, and your son is the Joker."

Ron was acting so strange, but I guess if he’s feeling guilty about what happened, that kinda explains it. I just shook the thought off, not really putting much effort into it. Ron wasn’t my priority right now, Alexander was… Ron’s Point of View I arrived at the club, Jemma had given me a lift in. I was too tired to ride my bike. After my late night visit to the hospital to see Alex, I didn’t get much sleep. I wasn’t expecting Harley to be there. I thought shooting the bastard and leaving him to die would rid me of his annoyance, but clearly not… and now I can’t even get near him to finish the job.. Harley is going to be camped out next to him the whole time.

The sun was shining brightly as Harley and Johnny stepped out of the mansion, ready to catch up on some fun. Harley had planned a day full of exciting activities to make up for the lost time. They both hopped into Harley's red Lamborghini, revving up the engine as they pulled out of the driveway, “did you know that me and my godfather was jailed?“ Harley asked, “I know, but I'm sorry that I was not there to help you, and you know the nature of my job, I don't want any suspect from any angle” Johnny explained,