Joker Speeches Novels & Stories

"Not only do I want to poison you, I also want your legs to break at the hips, and your flesh to fester and ooze pus. I want you to be a cripple, bedridden for the rest of your life." Jackie's expression changed dramatically upon hearing that. "What kind of nonsense are you saying…" He was about to yell at me when suddenly, a crisp snap was heard. His legs bent backward at an extremely bizarre angle. "AAH!!!" He let out an extremely tragic scream and crashed heavily to the floor.

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?"

Jack could barely speak. "Why are you doing this?" He asked in a shaky voice. "Because I can’t take anymore of your insipid crying. Your boo hooing over some girl. I don’t remember being so pathetic in my life but I'm done with just listening." “Who are you? Why are you in my head? Why won't you leave me alone?” Jack asked. "I'm the Joker. J-O-K-E-R! Trust me sonny boy. I would leave if I could. As you can see, I can't."

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.

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

They look crazed and drugged as they remove helmets. "Alpha Sebastian your bigger in person",A man speaks up looking me over. "Who are you?",,I growl out. "I'm president of the Joker Wolf club. Name is Joker",I hold in my laugh. "Seriously?",he growls. "I'm dead serious and the little fucker behind you didn't take me seriously so I killed his pup",Howl raced forward and I had issues controlling him. "You killed an innocent pup ,because?",he sighed dramatically as I felt Howl pacing right at the surface he wanted out to kill. We never make innocent pups suffer for the mistakes of adults.

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

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.

His eyes locked onto mine. “If he ever hurts you again…” His words dropped like a stone in my chest, and I froze. “I will willingly kill.” I blinked. Shock stole my breath. My first reaction was disbelief. Then, against my better judgment, I let out a laugh. It was harsh, incredulous, but it came out anyway. “You… already know how to joke now, huh?” Jaron’s lips twitched, almost the ghost of a smile, but his voice remained steady, calm, and terrifyingly sincere. “I’m not joking.”