Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

“No can do. This is abuse and you need to stop it.” “You know what needs to stop?” Sergio began, rolling up his sleeves and moving menacingly toward Jade while she moved backward. “You butting into matters that are none of your business. You think screwing around with him for a few days gives you the right to talk back at me? You're just a sl*t. Now I understand why your parents named you Jade.”

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

I exhaled in disbelief, and he chuckled. “Relax, I was just kidding.” He chuckled and placed the mug on the ground. “Try to take jokes sometimes. It’s very refreshing.” “The matter I am questioning is not something to be joked about. And those jokes are definitely not funny or refreshing!” “Okay, okay. I understand. I will answer your questions, truthfully of course. But first, I have a question for you.” The amusement in his eyes was replaced by seriousness. I nodded for him to ask away.

His jaw clicked. "Nothing's funny, Angel." I smiled sweetly reached for his jaw. I felt the pressure loosened. I could feel his weakness in the touch I had made on him. "Why are you always this serious huh?" I asked mockingly. He held my hand that’s holding him. The zoo inside me once again celebrated. "When it comes to you, jokes have no place." a streak of integrity echoed in his tone. I cocked my head and still pouted. I was about to lower my hand but he tightened his grip there so I could keep holding his jaw.

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.”

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.

I said sternly. He sighed and lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll shut up. Go on, King Serious.” His playful tone vanished when I didn’t smile back. “Your condition,” I said tightly, “it’s getting worse. How do you expect me to stay calm when I can feel it?” “Relax, Jester.” He leaned back slightly. “We can’t control everything. I’m fine.” My jaw tightened. “No, you’re not!” I slammed my hand on the table. “You’re not fine, Lerio! I can save you—but not if you keep acting like you’ve already accepted death!”

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

Joker wheezed out between his chuckles. Shooter punched him in the jaw faster than I could see and Joker's head snapped to the right. His laughter stopped in and instant and he stared at his older brother as I shifted nervously. Shooter was a hot head and violent but Joker was insane. A fight between them would be bloody and deadly. "STOP!" Pres commanded as Joker stepped towards Shooter. Joker paused and looked at his Father. "Your Brother is right. This isn't funny." Pres spat at his second son who sent him an eerie smile with blood running down his chin and mouth.

Zack Moller, one of my friends, asked curiously, "Ryan, are you serious?" I downed a drink and responded, "Dead serious. It's over." The group exhaled in relief. "Honestly, Ryan, you've wasted two years of your life. We've warned you so many times, but you were so stubborn, like you were cursed or something." "I saw Jen with another guy just a few days ago," one of them chimed in. I glanced at him, and he immediately clammed up. Zack patted my shoulder and tried to comfort me. "Alright, man. Let's chill tonight and blow off some steam. Do you want to hit up another spot?"