Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

She leaned over, keeping her eyes on him. “Did he just put himself in time out?” She asked, raising a brow at the other man. “Uh… I think so…” Kane said, frowning… “Uh, Joker?” “Hmmm?” He asked, keeping his face towards the wall. “Whatcha doing buddy?” Kane asked, a little confused. “I’m in time out….” Joker mumbled. “Why?” Kane asked, truly confused. “My sister lectured me recently about the things that I say… She says that I’m an insensitive, mansplaining douchebag, with the undeserved ego the size of Texas….”

I responded, making it obvious that I was upset by the way he had spoken to me, and he seemed to have quickly noticed that I was, cause the look on his face changed, and he sounded a bit more serious when he spoke again. “I must have upset you again. It seems to me that it's going to take a while for you and I to understand each other because the things I say as a joke always appear serious to you and I honestly don't want us to go back to having to ignore each other again,” he said, and I could tell that he was being genuine about not wanting to have to ignore me again. “But why, though? Aren't you supposed to be happy that I ignore you? Isn't that what you always wanted from me from the st

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

She can see he isn't cracking a joke but is really serious and wonders why he is saying this all of sudden. She feigns laughter. "Of course not...Why would I...” “But you never can tell." She adds jokingly. He chuckles lightly, "I am serious Kemi, don't; in fact don’t even think of liking anyone that is a part of this mafia.” He sighs. “I guess you won't though, he's not an easy person for people to like.” He shrugs. "Is he that bad?" She asks trying to get why he's sounding so serious, it's as if he's warning her.

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."

I asked him straightforwardly “Zara, why are you not talking to me?” he asked with sadness all over his handsome face. “Don’t you know!” I said rolling my eyes on him “I was just joking Zara, I didn’t meant any harm” he said in a saddest tone ever. “Joking…why is that every serious situation is a joke for you Rocky? Can’t you act mature for once in a life time?” I said in angry tone. He lowered his gaze and hung his head low, as if he was ashamed.

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.”

“Why am I hearing nonsense?” “You’re not hearing nonsense,” Jabco said firmly. “I’m serious. Let’s get married.” She looked at him like she was trying to figure out if he’d hit his head somewhere. His face was calm, tense, but serious. No hint of a joke. Then she laughed. She really couldn’t stop it. “Oh God…” “What’s so funny?” Jabco’s expression hardened. He didn’t find this amusing at all. He was tired. Tired of the tight feeling in his chest, tired of seeing her with other men, tired of pretending he didn’t care.

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.”

Lizabeth "What?" I looked carefully but he didn't look like he was joking at all, he looked very serious but I knew he was a deformed wolf. Everyone Knew he didn't have a scent so there was no way he could find his mate. "Joker, that's what you are. City clown." I pulled my hand from his grip and he freed me. "So you think if you play the mate card on me I'll continue to be your puppet yh? Oh I get it now." It hit me.