Joker Quotes Heath Ledger Novels & Stories

Again, the same emotionless voice. "Umm.... that... what." He didn't get to end the sentence when JK cut him off "I'll pay you the amount you ask. Just say the digits. But then he doesn’t belong to you anymore" JK completed his sentence with alot ease. Like he knows what he is doing. And he do. "I have heard that you are very dangerous man but after meeting you I don't think all what people say is true" Vincent tried to ease the environment between them. "If I were you, I would believe what people say." JK said smiling which sends shivers down Vincent's spine.

Oh damn, I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts. "Stop it..people are looking at us like we are jokers." I breath out between my laughs . He smirks at me and say smugly. "I can be your joker , you can be my Harley quin" and winking at me. "Ooh...How cheesy. But sorry I am allergic to cheese." I wave my hand off in a dismissing manner. He sighs, heavily before replying. "Way to break a guy's heart" And make a sad face.

Ezikiel thought watching them, “And why 'he' was here?” “What are you doing here uncle?” Cederick inquired, “And why are you alone?” Covering his head with a hat, Strauss replied, “Don't worry no one will recognize me, I told Joker to tell you to come back because I'm worried, but it appeared you're just fine as it seems.” “Sorry, uncle.” Cederick downheartedly apologized.

“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.

Joker looked at Stella with reddened eyes and asked, "Am I going to die? Will I be sentenced to death?" "Have you ever thought of what the world after death would look like?" Stella asked. Joker fell silent; he was in a trance. Stella smile, "Joker, you've been alone for a long time. Since you didn't say what you wanted to eat, there's nothing I can do." Stella stood up. "I want hamburgers, salad, ham, and turkey," Joker said, looking at Stella. "I will ask someone to send them all to you at night. Just go to sleep in peace. You don't need to be so tense all the time," Stella said as she left.

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

“Allegedly.” “You literally confessed a few minutes ago.” “I was emotionally vulnerable. Post-game haze. Can’t be held accountable.” I laughed, unable to help it. “You’re the worst.” “I try. But I prefer ‘underrated comedic genius.’” Another laugh slipped out. Ugh. He was ridiculous. “You and Ledger made it worth it though,” he continued. “Dripping in red syrup, walking through the crowd like battle-worn royalty. Straight out of a movie.” “We were freezing,” I said, trying to sound unimpressed.

I said to everyone louder than I should, but I hated being in the dark. Joker appears like he is about to erupt. He slams his hands on the table and points at Letha. “Shut your fucking mouth. This is Queen’s business, and she runs the point.” I thought Letha would look pissed, but she nodded her head. She looked like she was trying to suck the tears back up inside. Her mouth pinched tight, and her almost black eyes appeared much larger.

Xander offered him a sarcastic smile and settled back on the bench. Ledger sneered, “I can’t wait, bunkmate.” Xander couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that escaped him and sat up suddenly, “You haven’t figured it out, have you?” Xander leered, taking far too much enjoyment in the flicker of doubt that appeared on Ledger’s face. “What?” Joseph Ledger stood straighter, and his eyes narrowed. Xander smiled wickedly and batted his eyelashes, “You’re nothing but a wannabe criminal.”

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