Joker Quotes About Harley Novels & Stories

Thomas raises his eyebrows but does not oppose and departs with an “As you wish Mr. Barlow” Within minutes I hear the thundering roar of a motorbike. I can see the excitement in Mr. Barlow’s eyes. He wears his gloves, helmet, and jacket then hands me a jacket and a helmet. “Meet my favorite bike, Raya. My Harley Davidson Street Bob, sit tight and hold on to me as you are in for the ride of your life” he tells me as he sits on the bike.

Warren nodded at his cousin Joker, wished him dead for about the thousandth time, headed out the door of the bar. It was freezing outside, but he had to ride his motorcycle home in the sub-zero January night, since everything was about appearances. He had to wear the cut, ride the bike, plaster on the scowl, play the part of the big, bad, one-percenter biker asshole. All day, every day. Forever. Until the day he died. And when he considered the way that his life was headed, that day might not be so far off. Yeah. Dead end, that’s for goddamn sure.

Harley Rick’s smile was bigger than I’d ever seen it as he leaned back against the sofa. “You know. This makes it all worth it. Getting chased out of LA, being chased by Torq and his group of dimwitted knuckleheads for months, and even having him here in New York. It’s all worth it to have this.” I tucked my other leg under myself so that I was sitting cross-legged in front of him. I held my ankles and rocked forward as a giggle came out of me that I couldn’t suppress.

Even though he had given me ‘The Talk’ when we were eleven about never even thinking about hurting her or he’d use the sword given by his grandfather, I was grinning from ear to ear when he shook my hand and told me to take care of her. Halloween passed with me and Kiara as Joker and Harley Quinn because she adored both of them and I agreed mainly because of two reasons: a) who doesn't love Harley Quinn?; b) I wanted to see Kiara in black mini shorts with fishnet stockings and a tight white tank top. It was needless to say that we left the party early and had mind-blowing roleplay sex.

Big King’s words must’ve pushed him back into some place from his childhood, someplace where the darkness swallowed him whole. “We’ll meet you there,” Doc shouts, and the sound of the other bikes fades as they disappear down the road, leaving just the two of us in the strange quiet. “Put your helmet on so we can go,” Joker says, his voice too calm, too flat. His words don’t carry that usual spark, that manic energy I’ve grown used to.

“For you ladies, from that gentleman over by the corner.” We twisted our heads in the direction the bartender pointed, only to notice a tall man a few seats away from us with dirty blond hair tied in a topknot and a heavily trimmed beard covering his jaw. The silver ring on his lower lip shone from the distance. “I don’t think we should—” Before I could even finish, Harley had already emptied two out of four shots. “Harley, don’t. What if they’re spiked?” “You say this every time a hot guy offers you a drink. It’s no surprise you haven’t had a dick in quite a while.” She giggled at her own words and, leaning in, she asked, “Why are you so sceptical?”

“Can you believe that?” Giselle shook her head. “Sorry, she’s a bit of a diva. Everything has to go her way or she’d lose it.” Ashley was thoroughly amused at what just happened. “I still can’t believe Aston’s going to marry her.” Giselle turned me around. “Let me guess…you are Harley Quinn. Where’s your joker?” she asked. As if on cue, Max’s bike roared in. Dressed like a perfect joker, Max sat atop the bike. He revved his engine maniacally, showing off.

Crazy I know it was just a mug shot , but I imagine the person who took that photo was petrified because his stare was terrifying. I had a fleeting thought once or twice that my stalker was one of them. But I had never seen him wear their signature jacket that they all wore with the bleeding skull on. They also rode different bikes to my stalker too. The one my stalker rode was more sporty. I had looked into bikes and the one I think it most resembles is a Yamaha pedigree R series , but I was no expert on bikes, it could be something different. They rode round town on Harley's; it was what they were known for. Although the guy at the bars frame was the same , so was the hair. But it couldn't

I retorted, matching my tone to hers. She huffed and crossed her arms over the too-white duvet, flexing her fists so the lettering across her knuckles stretched. Love and hate both got distorted. ‘Huh, sounds like your messed-up brain, buddy,’ said Knight. ‘Don’t act like yours is any better,’ I shot back. He held up his paws. ‘Can’t argue with that.’ “Some bastard poisoned me, all right?” said Harley, fixing her gaze on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know who it was or how they did it. Now Nova’s got the whole pack on lockdown while she tries to find the little bitch who did it.”

I don't think I ever realized how badly I need positive affirmations. As we go around the room, I hear other people talking about their pain and it's hard not to become involved in their stories. "That's how I got this," one of the new guys says, pointing to a cast on his arm. He's hidden behind shoulder-length dark hair, and I wonder what his face looks like. "I thought it would be funny to hop on the back of my motorcycle after drinking a whole fifth of Jack. Turns out it wasn't funny." The fact he rides a motorcycle interests me. There aren't many people I've come to know outside of Heaven Hill who even know about the life. When we break for lunch, I get in line behind him, tapping him on