Joker's Knife From Dark Knight Novels & Stories

I put the gun against the back of his head as he bent down to retrieve Dillinger’s gun. “Down,” I said and he went flat on the ground. I put the Jericho back in the holster and took the Karambit out. I pulled his head backward and brought the knife slowly to the front. “Jericho,” he groaned. “The Karambit, best damn slicer in the world,” I said and cut his throat. The gaping wound made gurgling sounds as his breath escaped through his windpipe and I let his head fall forward. I wiped the blade on his shirt and put it back on my belt holster.

Shadow shakes me out of my thoughts and I look up at him "Uhm I don't know I've never used any of these," I say and he chuckles. My memory takes me back to the flashback I had when I killed some of his men using the weapons displayed "Oh," I say out loud "I guess I don't know knives," I say looking back up at him "Good choice" he grins planting a kiss on my forehead. He guides me to the knife section. Looking at all of them displayed I picked the set of green knives that just seemed more deadly

"Because the cousin with the sword and the dying necromancer are just a barrel of laughs." He looked at me, his expression unreadable in the dim light. Then, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, silver knife. He held it out to me, handle first. "Take it." I looked at the knife, then up at him. "Are you giving me a weapon? Isn't that against the 'jailer handbook'?" "If someone comes through that door that isn't me," he said, his voice low, "use it. Do not hesitate. Do not scream. Just slash and run."

I said flatly, “isn’t just a fucking transaction.” His breathing was ragged. “I didn’t think you’d find out—” “You thought I was stupid?” “No—Luca, please—I swear, I didn’t know it’d get traced—” I brought out the knife. Damon winced. Matteo exhaled harshly through his nose. The knife was slim, sharp, and elegant. I loved that blade. Gifted by a Russian associate, forged from carbon steel. It slid between Jared’s ribs like butter. He screamed. Loud and pathetic.

The backyard is stunning. Caci gets the fire going, and then the guys have us sit down. Andrew suddenly appears quite nervous. What is happening? "Okay, ladies, we have something to show you. After we show you, we'll explain everything," Andrew says, stepping back from the fire. The two brothers move apart slightly, and Kade positions himself in the middle of them. They both reach into their pockets and pull out small objects. Andrew holds up a necklace, while Caci holds up a bracelet. They both have a similar design, with a delicate chain and a small charm in the shape of a moon.

I said as I grab the gun from my thighs and I immediately shot the first one straight at his head. Joker then threw me my katana that I had him prepared a while ago and without any hesitations, I sliced the second guy’s body into half. Then I pierced my katana straight at the heart off their one and I did all the things that I am able to do to make all of those people that Joker and the others gathered to die and to make their blood flow on the floor. * It took me about ten minutes to finish everyone of them. Joker then handed me a towel and I immediately wiped the blood from my hands. After doing so, I snapped my fingers and automatically my henchmen went to the middle once again and they s

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me. I look away from him and down at the folder. Not bothering to pick it up just yet. “ Who this time ? “ I ask , sitting back. He clears his throat and takes

I remind her again landing a kiss on her pouty lips, she smiles and blushes a pretty pink color that makes her look even younger than she is, I get my purse and get ready to leave, Elle, wave goodbye to me. I make it toward the parking and to my car, I open the trunk and check that I have everything I need, my gun, tracking devices, my safe line, my laptop, then finally my favourite part, my kit. I have a full torture and extraction kit, including some small knives that vary in size, my favourite knife, my first purchase, it was more for good luck than usage, next I had to sever pliers for different reasons, some to extract teeth, others for fingernails. Finally, I had a few hammers, my favo