Joker Suicidé Squad Pictures Novels & Stories

Jiroo yelled. "Well at least, you got yourself the same dumbass as you, unlike this guy who seems doesn't know how to talk or smile." Tom scoffed and we all looked at his other version who's just staring at him without showing any emotion. "You're supposed to be like this, why are you like that?" Vampire Tom asked that he barely opened his mouth while talking. "Because my own squad are all stupid and they made me like this." Tom snorted. "You surely haven't met my squad." The vampire said and he chuckled throatily. "Especially those four." He pointed at Sean, Jonas, Jiroo and the man next to me.

“Tell you what? What are you talking about?” Judas exhales, dangerously, and then storms toward me. When he stops, he’s only a few feet away, his jaw tight, his eyes glassy with fury and hurt. “You don’t understand?” he spits. His hand trembles as he pulls something from inside his coat pocket, thin glossy sheets that flash under the light. Photos. He shoves them toward me, and the moment my gaze falls on them and I feel my soul drop into a pit. They’re of me.