Joker: Why So Serious Speech Novels & Stories

I'm not joking I'm serious. ****

Something definitely feels fishy about this. I tighten my fist and gather my courage, ready to speak my thoughts out loud when I freeze. Gone is the devilish look on his face and instead, now, he stands there looking extremely serious as if he meant every word he said. The intimidating look on his face makes me gulp and it is enough to do away with all the doubts. A man like him, dangerous and cold, wouldn't be making jokes with me about this. Maybe, he doesn’t possess any humor at all!

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...”

Not even my own blood came close to them. Hitting the dial I wait for Joker to pick up. “ Speak fast “ he states. I hear him panting and faintly I hear gagging , slurping and moaning and I roll my eyes. He was fukcing. When was he not ? “ It’s planted , empty your sack and then get to work “ I snap, hanging up.

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."

“Didn’t mean to talk about my wife like a couple of fucking degenerates?” The second man, the one with the loose mouth, tries to backtrack. “We were just talking. It wasn’t serious.” “Not serious?” I repeat, my voice dripping with menace. “It sounded pretty fucking serious to me.” The first man shakes his head, his hands trembling. “We didn’t mean any disrespect, Dmitri. Really. It was...It was just a joke.” “A joke,” I say, my tone low and dangerous. “Here’s a joke for you: I break every bone in your body and leave you in a ditch. How’s that sound?”

I breathed, blinking my eyes behind the glasses to see her wrinkled face, the false mother of mine. Chuckling, he checked my grip on the handle of the rifle and tightened it further. "Crazy is fun." He placed his head beside me. "Crazy is good." "Joker and Harley like?" I asked, curling my lips from the side. "Your heart doesn't scare me." He paused. "I know you will live for me." Gasping, I turned my head to look into his eyes and the seriousness laying behind them. Why was he so intense with his words and could change my heart with few words?

“You must be careful always.” “Are you my dad?” I joked around. “Should I be one to be worried about you?” he hissed again. The sides of my lips started to decrease. “Why are you so serious?” I tried to strike a joke, but I was a little bit pissed now. “And why are you kidding around?” I rolled my eyes. “Because there is nothing to argue about!” “Why are you raising your voice?” “You’re pissing me off!” He hung his head, while I clenched my teeth. What is his problem? Does he not know how to joke around? Or does he even know how to joke?

“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.

I said sternly. He sighed and lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll shut up. Go on, King Serious.” His playful tone vanished when I didn’t smile back. “Your condition,” I said tightly, “it’s getting worse. How do you expect me to stay calm when I can feel it?” “Relax, Jester.” He leaned back slightly. “We can’t control everything. I’m fine.” My jaw tightened. “No, you’re not!” I slammed my hand on the table. “You’re not fine, Lerio! I can save you—but not if you keep acting like you’ve already accepted death!”