Novel & Cerita Joker Why So Serious

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN | INSANITY VIVIAN ADDAMS She turns to me and smiles exactly the way the Joker smiled. “Why the hell do you care, Viv? Don't you want her dead? Isn't she a threat to your marriage? You should be glad I helped you do the job your coward ass couldn't do. Why don't you stop being an ungrateful little brat and thank me for helping you secure your marriage." "What the hell are you talking about?" I growl.

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...”

She storms off towards the door, opening it with force before slamming it behind her. Joker looks at me and looks back at the door. “How did she know?” They both never talk about their sex lives. Well, most of us don’t talk about our sex life except maybe Jack. “Seriously? You have a fucking bite on your upper neck.” I motion at my neck while wondering how someone so smart can be so stupid. Also, surprised Joker let someone mark him like that. It was out of character for him. “Fuck..” He runs his fingers through his hair before looking at me again. “I got to make a call; then I’ll get set up.”

“That's because you used me to do your dirty work.” “Potato po-ta-to, tomato to-ma-to. You never said I couldn’t borrow your body.” “You, crazy clown.” “You say that I'm crazy but aren't you talking to yourself in the mirror?” The Joker faded out of the mirror and Jack was now looking at himself. “You coward!” Jack screamed. The Joker cackled and it echoed in his head. -*- A burly man walked into Gotham Central. He wore a brown hat, a brown trench coat, a white button up shirt, and a red tie. His presence made Mary jump when she looked up.

"But since we're on the topic of roles, you do know your time will come too, right? Just like I and Osiris failed. So will you, and if you don’t die on the job like Osiris, you'll end up…. Just. Like. Me!” They laughed. Loud and obnoxious, one was a grating sound in my ears. The other? Sounded forced. "You’re something else. Seriously. I almost don’t wanna break your face." Joker drawled, wiping a false tear from his eye. "Almost?" I smirked. That one pissed him off, cause he slapped me. Hard across the face. My head snapped sideways, not really… just for dramatic flair. I let it hang, motionless. "Hey. Don’t kill him yet." Spear Guy said.

But I kept my expression so deadly serious that he swallowed the laugh down. “What do you mean you're a ghost? What kind of a sick joke is this?” “A ghost joke,” I shot back, attempting to deflect his humor. “Aren't I just hilarious?” I pouted, arching a single brow at him. A sudden, genuine laugh escaped his lips. I almost let my own smile slip at my own stupidity. My fingers on his shirt loosened just a fraction, but I tightened my grip again instantly, reminding him that we weren't here to play games. His eyes darted down to my grip, registering the sudden seriousness of the situation.

His demeanor and expression both convey extreme seriousness. I could almost smirk in annoyance. Why would he be so serious in the middle of his entertaining? Isn’t he supposed to smile to make us, his viewers, enjoy this kind of sexy show?! What the heck? It's like he was only forced to do his job and even hates it to core! What seriously is wrong with him?

I said with stifled breath and he knocked my head. "What was that for?" I yelp, giving him a puppy face. "I'm not bingo stupid, I am Joker." He grins widely, trying to explain to me who Joker was, well I know Joker so he should stop stressing himself out cause I'm not gonna act like I know him. "What do you mean Joker?" I said, squeezing my face at him, "you look horrible, who's the girl that made you do this." He scowls at me and I tap his chest playfully, why is he looking so cute even with red and white paints destroying his face.

I choke out This isn't how I said I'd react but I honestly don't care. Is this some sick joke? "Sadly, no" his shoulders slump I burst out in laughter He's going to tell me this is a joke..we'll laugh about it. He stares quizzically at me. "And who is my lucky husband-to-be?" I ask between laughs "I need you to quit laughing, Ms. Hart" he admonishes seriously "What would you have me do?" I say quietly with the same measure of seriousness "Get serious. This is happening and it's no joke" he says with a stern look

I Wanted to land him a punch across the face for daring to pull a prank on me but then I wasn't sure he'd survive a single punch from me now that I was filled with rage. He had a confused look envelope him as he tried to understand what I was talking about. His hands fiddled each other as he raised his eyes to me. "What do you mean by joke sir? Why would I joke with you over something so serious and sensitive?" He asked, a bit irritated at the way I responded. I heaved a sigh and then stared at him again though I was starting to believe him but I couldn't believe him entirely. It was just too true to believe. "If you aren't playing a prank on me, then where is he? Bring him to me this very m