Joker Why So Serious Face Novels & Stories

looks like she must have been so scared to offend someone so rich. This forces me to laugh out loud as I return my phone to my pocket and wave at both of them. "All right, it's okay, guys. Chill a little bit and live up. I'm just joking." I say and watch as the lady turns to me with fury on her face. "You deserve an endless sea of punches for that, do you know?" she asks, but I shrug. " What can I say? It's part of my mini traits. I am in Joker by profession."

"Are you crazy?" At the height of my tears, I managed to speak. "No... That's not true. Because... maybe you remember me now, that's why you're saying that? You're still the Joker..." I slapped his arm lightly, but it didn't even move his stiff body that stood in front of me. "Don't trip me up... It's not funny-"

Stone asked, looking scared. "Can you be serious for once?" I snapped at him. "Can you be for real for once? We are before death and you claim, I am joking? Can you die for me?" He asked me. "Are you alright at all?" I asked him. Why is everything a joke to this dude? Why? Just why? "Of course, I am and I am perfectly fine!" He responded.

, he rolled his eyes, knowing my exact thought. "Okay. Before I start, can you promise me you'll not exaggerate the entire thing or overreact?" He looked thoughtful for a second. "So you're basically asking me not to be myself?" He looked about ready to burst into laughter. I kissed my teeth in annoyance, standing from the couch. "You're never serious. Get out" He masked his face with the best poker face. "Alright dude. I'm as serious as a heart attack", he stared at me unflinching at my glare. "Hit me"

His piercing voice filling up the entire space. “Isn’t this the part where we get to laugh at your pathetic comedy?!” He said, his laughter slowly dying down. I gritted my teeth tightly and my hands tightened around the trigger. “You’re joking, you can’t be serious!” “Do I look like a clown?! Do you see paints on my face?!” “Yeah I do! From this angle!” He snarled in reply. “You promised that I’d rule through you, there’s no way in the world that you’re pointing a gun in my face!” He growled.

"Oh, come on." "I'm serious." "So what are you now? Batman?" "Better." "Superman?" "Worse." "Iron Man?" "Closer." I looked toward Damiano, expecting him to laugh along with me, but instead he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and gave me a small nod. "He's telling the truth." My smile slowly faded. "Wait." "Yes, it's what you're thinking, Jax." "You're serious?" "Unfortunately." "What do you mean unfortunately?"