Joker: Why So Serious Speech Novels & Stories

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.

I would not lie that I could not help feel bad at the feeling that I was not made to understand that he was actually a wealthy and influential in the society. " Then you should actually cheer up" I hear him say again while trying his best to probably try his best into making an attempt to lighten my mood. " on that part,I feel like that is really going to be hard" I say while looking straight into his eyes to make It known to him that I was actually being very serious, while taking a stop to try to look at his in a hope that the message I was trying to pass across was getting to him. " I mean, how do you even try to make a joke about situations like this serious to begin with?" I say while s

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.

He revels in it, his laughter echoin' through the room, fillin' the space with a twisted sense of joy. “Ya an asshole,” I mutter, unsure of what else to say, feelin' the weight of the situation pressin' down on me. “Oh, I’m hurt!” Joker exclaims, his hand flyin' up to his heart in mock agony. “Ouch,” he adds with an exaggerated pout, clearly enjoyin' every second of this. I roll my eyes at his theatrics. “I might need to tell my daughter ya bad for 'er,” he laughs.

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.

"If you keep teasing me, I dare you... I am not going to talk with you even if you expose your naked body." I just laugh at him, scratching my head when seeing him defensive. He's really cute. "Fine but I notice that you are different from JM." "What do you mean?" He asks. "He's very serious in many ways and I can't make even a joke when I'm with him. He's just going to punish me." "What can I say, he's a serious man." "I know. Wait what is his name?" He hums, caressing his chin with his fingers as if he's thinking and to the fact that he knows his husband well.

“Oh, I’m really curious to hear that explanation.” Opening and closing my mouth repeatedly, my throat failing me as I don’t even manage to push out a raspy sound. “That is too much to process all at once, Theo. You should really slow down and order your thoughts before you speak.” I push out another sob in desperation before I freeze, looking up to see him grin down at me. “Did you just make a joke? In such a situation?” I bark at him, and he laughs. “Not so funny if it’s someone else being an idiot, is it?”

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.

It was just a small laugh that slipped out before I could stop it. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” I shook my head, still smiling. “That’s actually funny.” “It’s not a joke.” That made it worse. I tried to stop laughing. I really did. I pressed my lips together and looked away for a second, but something about the way he said it , so calm, so sure, like he’d just stated the weather made it impossible. “I don’t understand why you’re laughing,” he said, watching me now with that serious look that wasn’t helping at all.

“What? Are you kidding me?” “I wish I was,” he replies in all seriousness. “You know, you’re really an ass for coming up with something like this,” I retort, my anger driving me to my feet. I point at the door. “Just leave, alright? I’ll forget you ever came up with this stupid joke. Congratulations, you win.” “I’m not joking about anything,” he says calmly. “I’m being very serious about this. You’re not a Morelli. You’re not even Italian.”