Joker Speech Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Spencer stormed out in a fury, his chest tight with anger. Back at Nightfall… Isolde moved with swift, decisive efficiency. She reorganized K's workstation and reassigned his duties. K sat in front of the computer, his face drained of life as he muttered to himself in despair, "Is Joker even still human? He crushed me with words alone, ground me into the dirt, and kept me there. His skill level is absurd. Do I even have a chance of beating him in this lifetime?"

Joker might help. "Alright. Go back and wait. I'll inform you if there's any news." "Thank you." Nina expressed her gratitude. Despite Mr. Joker's role and allegiance, she was currently relying on his assistance. Mr. Joker was taken aback. In his time here, he had never received a genuine thank you. Most people cursed him daily. But Nina’s gratitude seemed sincere. Just then, a respectful male voice interrupted, "Mr. Joker. A new batch of slaves has just arrived. Do you want to select from them now?"

Fear and desperation tangled together in his voice. "I was saving you!" he shouted. His voice cracked. "I admit I said things—but it was a joke! It was just a joke—" I looked at him, and smiled in quiet contempt. "Die," I said softly. Then I tilted my head. "Or—"My gaze drifted over him, calm and precise. "Cripple yourself."I let the words linger, gentle as poison."Right here. Right now."

My deep, whisper-like voice which some people describe as psychotic and similar to that of Joker came naturally with sarcasm. “ You don't say,” Mr. Vanderburg wheezed. “ Sometimes, I forget you're American,” he commented. “ True, even I too forget about my very own origin. I'm already in my early sixties and yet it feels like I've been lost for a little too long,” I frowned thinking about the past. A waiter came over to our table and refilled our wine cups. “ I've always been curious as to why you never returned for so long,” Mr. Vanderburg didn't hide his curiosity.

“Stop being a fucking coward.” Joker’s face hardened. His ice-blue eyes looked even more white and deadly than usual. He placed both hands on my chest, pushing me backward. “You don’t know shit! Shut the fuck up and get out!” He pointed to the door, and the rest of his body looked visibly shaking.

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?”

Pres spat at his second son who sent him an eerie smile with blood running down his chin and mouth. "Oh, I disagree dear father. I think its fucking hilarious." Joker paused and looked around at each of us. "What isn't funny is the way you and your VP treated your own flesh and blood. You treated them like slaves. Ordering them and commanding them. Never having a conversation with them. Never making sure that they were alright. Most of the time you didn't even know if they had eaten. Neglect isn't funny." Joker spat back as he stepped towards his father.

He spat, and I placed my palms on my chest just to specify that I was worried. "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 hopes high and he's so unreadable. I was really mad, but then I only exhaled softly and gnashed my teeth.