Joker Speeches Novels & Stories

He abruptly stands up, making his chair screech with the sudden movement. "What the hell are you doing here, you little piece of shit?!" he asks in a loud voice, the sound echoing in the four corners of this room. "You should be up there, dying as my zombies devour you!" I smirked as reach his spot, standing just a couple of inch away from him. "We're not as fool as you, Dr. Jhero."

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.

“She really had low standards. What's your point?” “People will misunderstand if they see us like this.” “You know that for someone as intelligent as you are, you talk too much.” “Yeah right.” He grunted, pressing his lips together. He had never won an argument against Jade and he had no chance of ever winning. “Don't worry. The black swan can never end up with the ugly duckling.” “I am not an ugly duckling.” “I am not a black swan.” “Wait, what?” “Keep going, Shawn. You didn't hear anything.”

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

He assumed yet again. “Yes, I am Joker, Your Excellency. In a world full of toxic productivity and hustle culture, we need voices like you to remind us that we are equal in the eyes of others. We also learned that not all jobs would be monetarily gainful. You can do some things just to make yourself smile and feel happy. We love your ideology and we feel valid.” “Such as?” Joker stepped forward, stroking his chin on top of his mask. “For instance, the charity work that we are constantly doing.”

“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.

She leaned over, keeping her eyes on him. “Did he just put himself in time out?” She asked, raising a brow at the other man. “Uh… I think so…” Kane said, frowning… “Uh, Joker?” “Hmmm?” He asked, keeping his face towards the wall. “Whatcha doing buddy?” Kane asked, a little confused. “I’m in time out….” Joker mumbled. “Why?” Kane asked, truly confused. “My sister lectured me recently about the things that I say… She says that I’m an insensitive, mansplaining douchebag, with the undeserved ego the size of Texas….”

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.

“Sometimes I forget you're a mob boss or an asshole nephew.” “Isn't that what the Joker should do? Especially when dealing with a venomous snake like Leonard. You can't let your guard down if you don't want to catch the venom.” *** [Kayoko: Don't forget 11 o'clock at the airport. I don't like waiting or I'll make sure you're broke in 5 minutes].

“What would you do?” Jenny asked me. She stood there, arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep warm, biting into her bottom lip. I didn’t even have to think about my response. “Me? I’d confess. The last thing I’d want to do is spend my final days locked up with this lot. Mind you, I’d probably give a long speech about how they owed their lives to me and how much they didn’t deserve it. Make them feel as shitty as possible. Gratitude is fleeting, but shame lasts forever.”