Joker Quotes About Harley Novels & Stories

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.

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

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,

"Listen, Bruce, I know we've been joking around, but I want you to be careful. There's always gonna be people out there looking to take advantage of you. Just keep your guard up, alright?" I nodded. "Thanks, Harley. I appreciate the advice. But don't worry about me. I know how to handle myself." "Yeah, you'd better," he said, a smile returning to his face. We stepped out into the cool night air, our breath visible in the dim light. "Your chariot awaits, my good sir," Harley joked, gesturing towards my car. I chuckled and climbed into the driver's seat, firing up the engine. "Time to hit the road, then," I said, pulling out of the parking lot and heading back towards our hotel.

"I don't give a fuck who you are. He's taken and this is your first and only warning!" "Angel there's no need to be rude." Rider warned. To say it pissed Angel off was an understatement. "Oh?" Angel smiled. "Hey Joker? I'd like a ride on your bike to the bar tonight for work. Seems the rules have changed about a bitch being on the back of a brother’s bike!" "What the fuck? You know that ain't true! You will not ride on anyone's bike but mine!" Rider roared. "What's good for you is good for me!" Angel retorted.

He grabbed the other man in a bear hug. “It’s so good to see you. I missed the other time you were lucid.” Harley eased back but still kept hold of his friend. “You’ve got to beat this thing.” “I’m trying.” Moon grinned, his chin dropping to his chest to stare downward. “I’m more important than your favorite biker boots? The leather might shrink in this hellish heat.” “I don’t care. I’ll buy more.” Harley shook his head. “Duck next time someone shoots at you.”

“Sausages don’t fall from the sky” Lucas mouthed under his breath “It was an expression, get over it!” Harley fired annoyingly “But you complain about the powers…. Don’t you like how it feels?” Lucas added as he tilted his head to steal a glance at Harley who kept gazing tiredly into the ceiling

All with crossing lines—except one: Harley’s face. “The last knight on the board. But the only one who can kill the king,” Hideko grinned. — Harley stood silently. His mind drifted, replaying moments with Jonathan spinning in his head like an endless movie. “You’re not a hero. But you once saved me… in your own way,” Harley said softly, with a melancholy tone. “I will finish this. For Edgar. For Jonathan. And… for myself. Too many victims have fallen because of me and all these problems.”

Jessica stared at Harley in surprise—the man who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol during the meal now tipped his glass back and drained it in one go. It seemed beneath his calm exterior, turbulent emotions raged within. "Thanks, Jessica. I'll head out now," Harley said gratefully, then hurried off. Left alone, Jessica shrugged and muttered to herself, "What just happened?" In the car, Catherine couldn't help but smile as she recalled the conversation. Harley's persistence remained unchanged. He'd remembered that childhood jest for all these years. His obstinacy was endearing—she truly hoped someone who understood him could heal the wounds in his heart.

“Where’s yours, Hamill?” Jax shrugged again. “I don’t have one.” “Bullshit,” Joker said. “Truth. I don’t carry.” Well, I haven’t since going to prison, anyway. “Yeah, OK,” Trigger said, thinking what a pussy Hamill was. “So. You have our man.” “Yep,” King said agreeably.