Joker Says Novels & Stories

How in the world did he become the man I didn't recognise, a man that I wanted to kill in an instant because right here, he was dancing so foolishly, swirling his glass with wine before he gave it to me, grinning from ear to ear. "Drink up, it will make you feel good," he said, standing right in front of me, the ridiculous Joker makeup crinkling around his eyes. I smiled, taking the wine from him. "I don't think the doctor will want that," I said, while he feigned a deep frown.

It pisses me off, so of course I can't let it go. "What?" I ask menacingly. "You got something to say?" "No. Just glad you finally came to your senses."

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.

Here Andreas has had enough and decided to end this farce and to shut up that chattering mouth that will never stop if he does not act. Andreas points his finger at him to turn towards him; Come forward, Joker, come, I want to tell you something. Don't be afraid of anything. Those rods are deadly, and I can't hurt you through them. I was shocked as soon as I touched them, and I couldn't stand their pain. Come on. Joker steps forward with confidence, stands near the bars, and smiles; Let's talk what you want

"I'm just concerned, you're the only friend I have" He pulled a sober face and then burst into laughter. "You're weird you know that right? You're cringing me out with those eyes" he said and then shook his head. "Joker" I commented, kicking my feet at the edge of the desk. "Believer" he snapped back and I shook my head, laughing with him too but I never meant that. He kept my hope high and he's so unreadable. I was really mad but then I only exhaled softly and gnashed my teeth.

He muttered. "Why would I be when you're playing the villainess card? Do you want me to be the Harley Quinn to her joker? Yeah, Nope. I'll pass that." I shook my head, rolling my eyes again. He turned to me, frowning. "Harley what to what joker? Who even said anything about joker?" He asked, absolutely confused. Wow... He doesn't know that!? "How old are you even to not know the trending blockbuster movies?" I asked, highly disappointed, and morphed my face into a disgusted, unimpressed look.

Not even my own blood came close to them. Hitting the dial I wait for Joker to pick up. “ Speak fast “ he states. I hear him panting and faintly I hear gagging , slurping and moaning and I roll my eyes. He was fukcing. When was he not ? “ It’s planted , empty your sack and then get to work “ I snap, hanging up.

Through the hole in her mask, I see Harley Quinn smirk but she says nothing, merely watching us. “Tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you,” Dad says, the tone of his voice firm but pleading. “Just please let me and my family go.” The Joker cocks his head like he’s actually considering it. I know he’s really not. He enjoys playing with his victims. He’s been amusing himself with me every single time he came to check up on me and he doesn’t give a shit that he’s the only one who enjoys these ‘jokes’. He’s crazy and it’s pointless trying to have a normal conversation with him.

"But since we're on the topic of roles, you do know your time will come too, right? Just like I and Osiris failed. So will you, and if you don’t die on the job like Osiris, you'll end up…. Just. Like. Me!” They laughed. Loud and obnoxious, one was a grating sound in my ears. The other? Sounded forced. "You’re something else. Seriously. I almost don’t wanna break your face." Joker drawled, wiping a false tear from his eye. "Almost?" I smirked. That one pissed him off, cause he slapped me. Hard across the face. My head snapped sideways, not really… just for dramatic flair. I let it hang, motionless. "Hey. Don’t kill him yet." Spear Guy said.

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”