Joker Scars Quote Novels & Stories

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.

He was going to slowly torture him and make sure he made his life a living hell! Scar made his move. He was a killing machine with no emotions and no patience at all. He leapt forward and the ground shook a little. Scar landed in front of Jate Woods with a loud boom. "Go to hell!" Scar bellowed with a face filled with contempt as he threw a punch towards Jate Woods thigh. As per his usual habit, he would break his legs first, then his arms next!

"Knowing his strength, to cover the scar even though it's always there, however, to be impossible is for one to see his weakness as, not an adversary, but the cherry on top of his strength, to rearrange the scar so that it compliments his features." - Criss Jami

“Like hell it’s OK with me.” “But you just said –” “I said all was forgiven. I never said I wanted to be your goddamn friend.” “So, you mean…” Zoe’s voice trailed off as she stood there, totally lost. “So… what do you mean?” Scars gave her that smile now – the dangerous one. The one that she loved, even if she refused to admit it to anyone. Not even herself.

"Go on." "He was showing me his scar on his chest. The one he got from being shot. I'm scared Jake . . . I can't stop thinking about what Jones did. I've never felt more alone with what I'm dealing with mentally. I'll have to live with this for the rest of my life." I tell him, lifting my top up to show him the freshly dressed wound. "It felt so good to know he had gone through the same thing! That someone knows how I'm feeling. He gave me hope that I can also get through this."

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

She turned back to him with a steady smile. “See? Nothing’s there.” He looked at her with a confused expression, nodding slowly. “I feel like I’m losing it.” “Then lean on me,” she said softly. “I’m here.” He almost believed her. Almost. As he turned back toward the bathroom, she caught sight of scars on his arm. Thin, dark lines marring his skin. “Jace, what happened to you?” He pulled away. “It’s nothing. Probably a reaction. Give me a moment; I’ll be done soon.”

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

" I looked away . Thankfully he didn't ask how I got it and he just be too occupied with lot of things to even notice that I have a scar. He showed a thin white line on his forearm when he rolled up his sleeve. " So what are we now..scar buddies?" He said , laughing and I cringe, my face burning with hurt. How dare him laugh at me. I felt like crying but didn't want to do it right here. All this because of a mate I gave everything up for, lost my wolf and had this scar because of him. I was about to turn and run but before I could get to the door his voice stopped me.

I say and Jude nods once more. “I am terrified of what she could do to you. She already did this to you,” he says as he moves his thumb over the scar on my face. I feel a chill down my spine as I remember I will never look the same again. I will always have that cut there. My skin will never be flawless again. I will always be flawed now.