Joker: Why So Serious Speech Novels & Stories

He is an annoying fucking psycho! "My mouth isn't as filthy as someone else's, at least." I affirm, my anger rising rapidly. I feel like slapping the shit out of his mouth, or shove this fork down his throat. "You take yourself too seriously to even take or differentiate a joke. Come on, I am totally harmless, remember?" Harmless my left foot! May the devil screw his sweet lying mouth! Fuck his ridiculous jokes! "Hey! I was honestly kidding, alright?" He asserts when I just stare at him dry of words.

John replied mockingly, "don't be angry. You see, you yourself know everything! “Yes, you,” his partner said, also smiling. - You're like that all the time. Well, here's how to talk seriously with you, if you're trying to translate our, mind you, serious conversation into a joke. - A joke? John's expression was as if he didn't understand anything. - Who's joking here? Show me this man! I will arrest him immediately for inappropriate behavior during the investigation! He pursed his lips, frowned, at the same time raising his right eyebrow up and began to look around in search of, apparently, the very violator of the order. At the moment, he did not look menacing, but rather comical.

I say The silence that follows is deafening. Wolfe stares at me like I have spoken in another language he does not understand. His face goes completely still, all expression draining away as he processes my words. “That’s not funny,” he says flatly. “Good, because I am not joking.” He lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “No. No, that’s” He stops, looking at my face, really looking this time. “You are serious.” “Yes.”

No jokes. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. I folded my arms. “I’m serious,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have joked. I shouldn’t have said any of that.” “Then why did you?” I shot back. He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. “Because I didn’t know what else to do.” I scoffed. “That’s not an excuse.” “I know,” he said. “But it’s the truth.” I shook my head, stepping back. “You don’t get to turn something that mattered—to me—into a punchline.”

Why do I always get caught in the worst situations? “Not much of an idiot now, huh?” Joshua asked, with a smirk. Realizing that the situation had relaxed a little, I shrugged my shoulders casually. “The jury is still out on that.” “Excuse me?” he blurted out as he slammed his palm on the table, once again attracting the attention of the café visitors. My jaw dropped and I shot him a glare with my narrowed eyebrows. “Oh My God! I’m kidding! Gosh! Can’t you take a joke, Mr. Serious Model?”

"I'm just concerned, you're the only friend I have" He pulled a sober face and then burst into laughter. "You're weird you know that right? You're cringing me out with those eyes" he said and then shook his head. "Joker" I commented, kicking my feet at the edge of the desk. "Believer" he snapped back and I shook my head, laughing with him too but I never meant that. He kept my hope high and he's so unreadable. I was really mad but then I only exhaled softly and gnashed my teeth.

The response came back, a bit shocked then laughter came right after like this was some joke. “I don’t sound like I’m joking, am I?” Can they just cut the jokes off, there’s nothing funny about this and in fact I was damn too sensitive right now and anything could easily piss me off. Why did I even allow that dude to get to me so badly even when he was just my employee. A bloody damn dude that was on my payroll and had freaking guts to say rubbish to my face. “You don't actually, you sound very serious right now.” The voice rearranged, getting my mood right.

“My brothers are going to GUT you!” I swear, boys are born with a defective self-preservation chip. Death or glory. No in-between. Harry’s mouth twists into a grotesque, Joker-like smile. The scars on his face pull tight, distorting the expression into something almost inhuman. He turns toward the door. Opens it. Pauses. Glances back at Luke. He chuckles softly and makes a slow, mocking tsk-tsk-tsk sound with his tongue. “I wouldn’t count on it, little Garcia,” he murmurs.

"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.

"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?"