Novel & Cerita Joker X Batman

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me.

“It’s – well. Some of it’s really bad. But you must know that, right?” Ace thought about the beatings that had gone on for hours; the crunch of lower leg bone; the knife carving out his left eye; the razors cutting the skin off his chest. Joker had insisted on removing his Fallen Angels tattoo personally, claiming that a cock-sucking traitor had no right to have it on his body any longer, and Ace still wasn’t sure if Joker had been more outraged by his disloyalty to the club, or his homosexuality.

“How...” Marcus stepped forward, his gun already aimed at Tedy's head. But before Marcus could go any further, Damian raised his hand, stopping him. “No need,” Damian said in a cold yet chilling tone. “Let him know what it means to fight us.” “You think I'm afraid to fight you, Rancid Boy?” Once again Tedy pointed the gun at Marcus, no, this time at Damian with a mocking look. “You do have a lot of guts, Joker.” Damian grinned but just as he was about to point the gun at Tedy, Marcus intervened.

For a brief moment, he reminded me of the Joker in the Batman franchise. "But I didn't sign it," I smirked. "Oh, but you will,” he chuckled. “By the time I'm done with you, Mr. Ortega, you most certainly will," He declared and sat triumphantly like a king. "If you don't sign those papers, neither you nor your pretty little Miss Assistant here will leave this place…alive." He glanced at Joyce and his smile widened even more.

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

"I'm just surprised. Although you're disciplined and enjoyed JROTC, it sounds like you have a thing for criminals." "I do not!" "Daphnie, mafia bosses are criminals, Batman is considered a criminal, Darth Vader is a criminal, and Phantom of The Opera is a criminal." "How dare you say that about Batman," I said coldly while crossing my arms with a poker face. "Okay, I'm sorry." Adam tugged at my arm, trying to get my hand back. "Well, if you think I'm only into criminals, you better change out of that outfit," I said teasingly.

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

I am madly in love with you. The Joker On Halloween.

Yet those intimate words weren't supposed to be for people like them, were they? For a moment Jane found herself looking away. It was easier to be angry at Victor when he was being insufferable. It was much harder when he spoke with such certainty, as if the possibility of losing her had never existed in the first place. "I have my own tricks. Do you really think that I would let someone choose my fate?" Victor chuckled as he spoke. "Whatever he chose, both left and right will always be the Joker to him." "What?" Jane blinked. Slowly, Victor placed his hand on his chest pocket and fished out a Joker card, showing it right before her face.