Novel & Cerita Laugh Joker

But her expression was so strained that it was obvious to anyone that her smile was fake. Another reporter turned to Dad. "Mr. Walker, as the father, are you really okay with your son giving up Easton University?" Dad stammered, "This… This is his own decision…" His answer was clearly unconvincing, and he looked especially nervous on camera.

I said with stifled breath and he knocked my head. "What was that for?" I yelp, giving him a puppy face. "I'm not bingo stupid, I am Joker." He grins widely, trying to explain to me who Joker was, well I know Joker so he should stop stressing himself out cause I'm not gonna act like I know him. "What do you mean Joker?" I said, squeezing my face at him, "you look horrible, who's the girl that made you do this." He scowls at me and I tap his chest playfully, why is he looking so cute even with red and white paints destroying his face.

Roselle said with firmness and seriousness but she jolted when suddenly a loud laugh echoed in her room. Dennis the terrible joker!!!

"JASON!" A belt of laughter unleashes. I turn around with a glare, which only makes Jason bobble up and down even harder. The guy is shirtless, and his abs are clenching and shit. What the fuck? It can't be THAT funny! "Stop laughing, you fucking asshole! I'm trying to work here! And I liked this t-shirt!" "Really? It got paint on it!" I deadpan while Jason wheezes at his horrible dad joke. His lips won't stop trembling. There are tears in his eyes, and suddenly, he leans forward to dab purple on my boob—I'm so shocked that I sit entirely still while the lunatic laughs even harder.

“What are you talking about? “Brady is well-behaved. He would never say something like that. “You are the one who causes problems everywhere you go, making people laugh at me. You do not think about anyone but yourself.” The slap was loud. My head snapped to the side, and my left cheek burned white-hot, the pain bleeding into the throbbing at the back of my skull until it was all one thing. My ears rang. I could not make out anything he said anymore. The only thing still cutting through was that word, turning over and over inside the noise. Laughed at. Laughed at. Laughed at.

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.

“That's because you used me to do your dirty work.” “Potato po-ta-to, tomato to-ma-to. You never said I couldn’t borrow your body.” “You, crazy clown.” “You say that I'm crazy but aren't you talking to yourself in the mirror?” The Joker faded out of the mirror and Jack was now looking at himself. “You coward!” Jack screamed. The Joker cackled and it echoed in his head. -*- A burly man walked into Gotham Central. He wore a brown hat, a brown trench coat, a white button up shirt, and a red tie. His presence made Mary jump when she looked up.

Jones burst into laughter, making Logan join involuntarily. “I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be laughing, but damn! This is funny. You got home and your wife showed you this picture, saying you were with your ex? Wow! Sorry I laughed, continue please. I promise not to laugh again.” Jones was a very simple fellow who laughed even in serious situations. Most times, his laughter held a spell or charm that made it impossible for the victim to get offended. This spell worked again and Noah continued his story. “You haven't stopped laughing at the wrongest times,” Noah complained and sipped his wine.

Laughing? No fucking way!

“Stop being a fucking coward.” Joker’s face hardened. His ice-blue eyes looked even more white and deadly than usual. He placed both hands on my chest, pushing me backward. “You don’t know shit! Shut the fuck up and get out!” He pointed to the door, and the rest of his body looked visibly shaking.