Joker's Knife From Dark Knight 소설 & 이야기

I felt him watching me, hungry wolfish eyes drinking me in and trying to see through the remaining skimpy fabric. "Every. Thing," he reminded me. "Did I fucking stutter, Zelda? Right the hell now." I took off my bra, but crossed my arms in front of my body protectively. Jake paled and in a flash, he was next to me. He pulled something out of his pocket and I saw a glint of metal. A pocket knife. "You little brat," he snarled at me. He grasped me by the hips, his thumb hooking into my panties. I was embarrassed by how turned on I'd gotten, how soaking wet my pussy was for him. I was hoping he wouldn't notice, all my attention on the knife in his fingers.

They were cold against my palms, the weight grounding me. I moved to the weapons rack. A row of knives and blades. Batons lined the wall. My hand hovered, then settled on a serrated knife with a silver edge. The blade was long enough to cut through enhanced skin if it had to. I tested its balance. I flipped it in my hand. I felt the pull of gravity against it. Perfect.

I hissed. "Yeah. Don't ever think about it, Victor." John warned. I slowly moved my left hand to my waist and pulled out my favorite black dagger from the holster. It was a marvelous gift from the Russian mafia boss Dimitri. It had an enormous eagle carving all over its arm. I loved it more than my guns because it was as venomous as me. It slit my enemies' throats in one swing and showered me with their blood. I stood beside the journalist and leaned against the wall. He was trembling badly, his breathing was harsh and painful because he knew what I was going to do.

And then he beat Bryan to a pulp. Ryder saved me again. Even if he was not the same Ryder who loved me a couple of months back, he still hasn’t lost his touch. He is still my rescuer, my knight in shining armor. I tried to visit him in the hospital after I got out, but Jake told me that he is keeping Ryder’s visitors out. They didn’t want to tell me what’s wrong with him. He just said that they’re running tests and it’s better if he didn’t have visitors for the time being.

Joker slammed the door behind them, and Trigger nodded. “Sit.” Everyone did, eyeing each other carefully. “First things first.” Trigger set his gun on the table, reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, lay it down next to his favorite weapon, the one that had given him his name. “Everything out in the open.” King watched as Joker and Ace set guns on the table too, then he pulled out his own. Jax didn’t move an inch, and Trigger glared at him. “Where’s yours, Hamill?”

Suddenly, she was jerked backwards, hard and fast. She gave a cry as she went, and it was part-shock at falling, and part-relief that the pain of the knife was gone. Joker’s arms weren’t around her anymore, and without them, her balance was thrown. She flailed, trying to get her feet back under her, and she couldn’t.

He has Blonde hair and green eyes and then they began to run through the hall, the man in hooded top robe appears in the door corridors behind then, brings out a card from the deck of cards in his hands, the card name joker suddenly turned into a large skeletal that wore a clown uniform, the clown gave him a red spear. "Dark mana" spear of the joker." A dark red spear appears from the deck of cards into his hand, he strikes into the air with a sheer amount of force accompanied with crimson wind aiming at the trio. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jumped in front of the princess protecting her. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jump

My breath hitched. He placed it on the table between us, the metal catching the dim light. Then, with his other hand, he produced a poker knife….long, thin, and far too sharp. Fear swept through me in a cold wave, my fingers curling uselessly against the rope. Theo stiffened. “Hey, hey….what is this?” Denzel leaned back, balancing the knife on his finger as if it were nothing more than a toy. “Now that you are well fed,” he said calmly, eyes locking onto mine, “can the talking begin?”

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.