Joker Why So Serious Face Novels & Stories

I waited to see if there was a punch line, some clue to see if he'd made a crack but Jack's expressions remained the same. He wasn't laughing; in fact, his face remained stoic. With a lot of people, I could easily figure out what they were thinking but with Jack, I always encountered a brick wall. I could only see what he decided to show me. "I can't decide if that's a joke or if you're serious," I said. "I'm not really in a mood for jokes lately. So far I've been telling you the truth."

"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.

he said, watching me now with that serious look that wasn’t helping at all. “That’s the problem,” I replied, trying to breathe properly again. “What problem?” “That you don’t understand. I covered my mouth slightly, trying to regain control, but every time I looked at him, it started again. His face hadn’t changed at all. It's still serious. I'm still waiting for an explanation. “You look so serious,” I said between breaths, my shoulders shaking a little. “I am serious.” “I know,” I said, laughing again. “That’s why it’s funny.”

“My brothers are going to GUT you!” I swear, boys are born with a defective self-preservation chip. Death or glory. No in-between. Harry’s mouth twists into a grotesque, Joker-like smile. The scars on his face pull tight, distorting the expression into something almost inhuman. He turns toward the door. Opens it. Pauses. Glances back at Luke. He chuckles softly and makes a slow, mocking tsk-tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. “I wouldn’t count on it, little Garcia,” he murmurs.

“You aren’t serious, right?” Every heartbeat felt like a drumbeat in my ears as I searched his face for a hint that this was all a joke. But the unwavering seriousness in his expression made me swallow hard. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “It doesn’t work like that. It can’t work like that.” “Why? What’s so hard to accept? Or do you despise my house that much?”

I say The silence that follows is deafening. Wolfe stares at me like I have spoken in another language he does not understand. His face goes completely still, all expression draining away as he processes my words. “That’s not funny,” he says flatly. “Good, because I am not joking.” He lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “No. No, that’s” He stops, looking at my face, really looking this time. “You are serious.” “Yes.”

His body went stiff, as if he was in huge shock. He turned to look at Zoe. Zoe furrowed her brows. What kind of expression was that on Jay's face? She had agreed to him. Yet, was he upset? Was he playing her for a fool? "If that was just a passing remark, forget that I said yes." Zoe's face fell. She really should not hold out any hope for Jay. "I was serious, even more serious than your teacher in school," Jay immediately said. He was so serious he lost all control over his facial expressions.

He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but I laughed so hard in his face. "Tell me, you must be joking right? I am laughing but Leo this is the worst way to tell a joke. This isn't funny. You have to try harder if you need me to be happy, eh." Yet, after I had laughed, his face remained sullen and serious, just like before.

It’s a lousy attempt at veiling a genuine fear with humor, and it gets me a confused frown flicked my way. “No.” He lets out a disbelieving chuckle, a second glance that hints he is contemplating if I’m serious, and then sighs. His face drops as he realizes that maybe I might be serious and hits me with an intense look, all seriousness oozing into his expression and manner.

he said, pacing again, each footstep a drumbeat that seemed to echo against the stone walls of our cell. Daniel…the joker, the one who could defuse any tension with a quip or sarcastic grin…was serious. Deadly serious. And now I was starting to feel a chill creep up my spine. Whatever was going on is making him this way, has to be very important. I idly rubbed my chin, pretending to think as I studied him. “Hmmm… weird that you will get serious about something. You’re always the one to throw jokes when things get rough. And now…this? Should I be scared?”