Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

I waited for him to tell me 'JK, LOL, aunty you take things too seriously', then I would warn him never to joke about stuff like that and storm off. However, the look on his face was that of grim seriousness and desperation. Not at all one of mischief, but I guessed it was part of the act. He wanted me to say something before blowing up with laughter, I was tired of waiting. "Can I laugh?," I enquired although I had no desire to. If he was trying to joke, it was nowhere near funny. "Aunty mi, I'm dead serious. This is no laughing matter," he responded with an expression as serious as mine.

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 demands, his tone leavin' no room for negotiation. “A week?” I raise an eyebrow, he's crazy. “Yeah, I’m bein' nice and givin' ya a week. Don’t push it,” he warns, his voice a mix of mockery and genuine threat. I groan, noddin' in reluctant agreement. “I thought I missed ya, but now I’m seriously debatin' that.” We both laugh, the tension easing completly, and for a moment, it’s almost like old times. But underneath the banter, I know the truth—Joker’s always been hard work, and nothing’s changed. And he won't hesitate for a moment before killin' me.

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

Through the hole in her mask, I see Harley Quinn smirk but she says nothing, merely watching us. “Tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you,” Dad says, the tone of his voice firm but pleading. “Just please let me and my family go.” The Joker cocks his head like he’s actually considering it. I know he’s really not. He enjoys playing with his victims. He’s been amusing himself with me every single time he came to check up on me and he doesn’t give a shit that he’s the only one who enjoys these ‘jokes’. He’s crazy and it’s pointless trying to have a normal conversation with him.

I waited to see if there was a punch line, some clue to see if he'd made a crack but Jack's expressions remained the same. He wasn't laughing; in fact, his face remained stoic. With a lot of people, I could easily figure out what they were thinking but with Jack, I always encountered a brick wall. I could only see what he decided to show me. "I can't decide if that's a joke or if you're serious," I said. "I'm not really in a mood for jokes lately. So far I've been telling you the truth."

“That's all I know, I swear.” “Elena, is everything alright?” I heard Savien’s voice from behind the door. Shit, he must be wondering why I'm taking so fucking long. “Elena?” Savien called out again and I froze, I didn't know what to do, I turned to Joker but he looked he didn't give a fuck. What? Why is he looking so chill isn't he worried about getting caught? “Get me more information next time. I've spared his life for such a long time.” He said while putting on a ski mask.