Quotes From The Joker In The Dark Knight Novels & Stories

“Didn’t know you were the old lady kind, Hamill.” “Let her go.” Jax’s husky voice was even and measured, maybe too much so. “Right the fuck now.” “And if I don’t?” “You really want to find out?” “That sounds like a threat.” Joker reached into his back pocket, and now silver glinted in his hand. “I feel the need to protect myself, all of a sudden.”

His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room. Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?" Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss’s son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area. Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed." Mrs. Quintana hesitated, stunned by the realization that Nina's claims were true. Seeing her hesitation, Joker's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”

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.

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

(BURNING DARKNESS) “JUST be patient and watch everything dwindle until you die in vain, Aaron.” JK’s ever taunting words. His sinister smile and the darkness that he’s been making Aaron eat. Slowly putting his hope into ashes, until he doesn’t have anything to give anymore. “Damn you!”

"Let's throw out some names and see which one we like the best." "Pride of the Man," Kade suggests. We write it down, but it doesn't seem to resonate with anyone. "Princess and the Beast," I propose. Shaylee thinks it's a good one, but the boys aren't convinced. "Um, how about 'Pride and Prejudice'?" Shaylee suggests, but I don't think we can use that since it's a book. As long as we steer clear of Jane Austen, we should be fine. The three of us look at Andrew, waiting for his input. "Her Dark Knight," he suggests, and holy crap, that's the best one so far. "Dang it."

Joker began in a low voice that was full of menace. Shooter narrowed his eyes for a moment but Bear shot him a glare and he nodded and leaned back. He ran a hand down his face as he sighed, "I know. I wasn't thinking but I never pointed it at her. I would never harm her. I just panicked. There was so much blood and screaming and all I could see or think about was her. Keeping her safe." I looked at Joker and he shrugged at me after a moment of silence. I could tell that he didn't know if he believed him or not. Neither did I but right now we had to move on and Joker knew that.

"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.

“I can’t judge her for that.” “Hell none of us could. You and I have been where she was… We have the damn scars to prove it.The difference is that we weren’t stuck there for five years.” Joker sighed. “Now, I’m a little crazy from my time and you’re a goddamn hard ass and that has been our lot in life. But her…. She seems to have gotten a double dose of both.”