Joker Why So Serious Face Novels & Stories

Her copper mane was utterly still, and she was trading nervous, confused glances with Eric, her expression a clear question: What’s so funny? The laughter died instantly in my throat. The realization was a cold, hard stone sinking to the bottom of my stomach. The joke, the absolutely magnificent, sidesplitting joke, was entirely on me. I placed the napkin down with slow, deliberate precision. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the table, my eyes narrowed, instantly glacial. The predatory focus that had made me billions settled over my features like a polished visor. “Oh,” I said, the single word soft, lethal, and very, very serious. “You’re serious.”

Was he serious right now? When he just kept staring at me and I saw that there wasn’t a single thread of amusement in his expression, I knew that he wasn’t joking. He was serious as a heart attack. What the actual fuck? “Do you realise how crazy that sounds?” I asked, appalled and rightfully angry. “You’re turning what should be us merely enjoying ourselves into a transaction.”

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m

I say after a long while, trying my best to speak through my laughing fit. His dark gaze falls on me, examining me with boundless curiosity. He has his hands under his chin, appearing to be in a pensive mood. Eventually, I stop laughing like a mad man as the seriousness of the situation sets in. Realization hits me hard. He isn't joking. He is deadly serious. “You can't be serious.” I mumble under my breath, too afraid to raise my voice. His arched brow lets me know that he is enjoying this. Of course he is.

Because of what he said, I want to laugh. Is he already insane? Why is he so irritated because I wounded myself with the knife? I produced a serious expression to demonstrate that I was not amused by what he said. I pretended it wasn’t a big deal and then joined in on his joke.

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.

"If you keep teasing me, I dare you... I am not going to talk with you even if you expose your naked body." I just laugh at him, scratching my head when seeing him defensive. He's really cute. "Fine but I notice that you are different from JM." "What do you mean?" He asks. "He's very serious in many ways and I can't make even a joke when I'm with him. He's just going to punish me." "What can I say, he's a serious man." "I know. Wait what is his name?" He hums, caressing his chin with his fingers as if he's thinking and to the fact that he knows his husband well.

Something definitely feels fishy about this. I tighten my fist and gather my courage, ready to speak my thoughts out loud when I freeze. Gone is the devilish look on his face and instead, now, he stands there looking extremely serious as if he meant every word he said. The intimidating look on his face makes me gulp and it is enough to do away with all the doubts. A man like him, dangerous and cold, wouldn't be making jokes with me about this. Maybe, he doesn’t possess any humor at all!

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.”

Was he being serious right now? I was livid to say the least. “Are you fucking joking right now?” I roared, but he smirked even though my eyes were shooting daggers at him. “Do you think this is funny to me?” No answer. “I fucking hate you.” I slapped his chest, pushing him hard until he was nearly tumbling over. But he recovered fast and regained his composure. His smile dropped at my words and only then did he realize how serious I was. “Fuck! I’m sorry. That was stupid of me. I just...”