Serious Joker Novels & Stories

He informed me looking like a dejected puppy. “Is it serious?” I inquired, taking a bite out of my meal and I moaned softly after as the food tasted amazing and I closed my eyes savoring its taste. The second I swallowed my food and closed my eyes, I was met with Joey’s intense gaze yet again. He cleared his throat and sat up straight, blinking repeatedly, “yes…yes…it is pretty serious based on how much she talks about him and from what I have discovered.” He responded with his voice hoarse and I nodded.

I lashed back at him, absolutely livid at this man and his guts, but I'm still struggling to keep my cool as I glared at him. I know I’m in no position to start a fight and definitely not with the person that helped me. Can't be biting the hands that feed you, they say “Don’t be so dramatic and besides, it’s not even a choice on the table, you are doing it!” He ordered, finally taking his eyes off my body. For a split second I could swear I caught a glimpse of a sinister look in his eyes… he reminds me of the joker, playfully unserious while being assertive and effective.

In the end, Tsuky Miki's clone had fifteen cardiac arrests, dying and being replaced by him, who did not die, but as fast as Astro-Star could, took him towards Lovecraft's hospital, and he did not know was he expected, when he was dropped off at the Lovecraft County hospital, they took the syringe towards the hospital to study, along with some supplies in an underground lab when some henchmen brought the samples. Since he was committed to finding out what substance that was, Joker was taken to the police station, and the interrogation, at that time, when the clown was apprehended, was relatively docile, without the league of justice having already surrendered the henchmen. from joker, but th

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

And now he had the audacity to sit there looking entertained. “I’m Jenna Carter,” I said, my voice low and shaking in a way I hated, but steady enough to carry the weight of my anger. “And I don’t let things go. Especially when I’m insulted and assaulted.” His laugh came out soft but It was worse than if he had yelled. “Alec,” I continued, my jaw tightening, “whatever you think you are… you just started a war you will never win. I will make sure I end you.” He laughed again louder this time, head tilting back slightly like the threat genuinely entertained him.

“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.

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.

She leaned over, keeping her eyes on him. “Did he just put himself in time out?” She asked, raising a brow at the other man. “Uh… I think so…” Kane said, frowning… “Uh, Joker?” “Hmmm?” He asked, keeping his face towards the wall. “Whatcha doing buddy?” Kane asked, a little confused. “I’m in time out….” Joker mumbled. “Why?” Kane asked, truly confused. “My sister lectured me recently about the things that I say… She says that I’m an insensitive, mansplaining douchebag, with the undeserved ego the size of Texas….”

“I’m not standing here while some smug, overgrown psycho makes jokes about the worst night of my life.” “Overgrown?” Jeremiah called after me. “That one hurt.” I reached the door and a hand slammed against it before I could grab the handle, blocking the exit and it made me freeze. Jeremiah moved in front of me, one arm braced against the door, the teasing finally gone from his face. For the first time since he opened his mouth, he looked serious. “I’m done joking,” he said. I folded my arms, mostly so he wouldn’t see my hands shaking. “Then talk.”

The response came back, a bit shocked then laughter came right after like this was some joke. “I don’t sound like I’m joking, am I?” Can they just cut the jokes off, there’s nothing funny about this and in fact I was damn too sensitive right now and anything could easily piss me off. Why did I even allow that dude to get to me so badly even when he was just my employee. A bloody damn dude that was on my payroll and had freaking guts to say rubbish to my face. “You don't actually, you sound very serious right now.” The voice rearranged, getting my mood right.