The Joker Under The Red Hood Novels & Stories

Alpha Alvin shook his head dizzily as he tried to overcome the rush of dizziness he was feeling, the poison was making him weak, and he felt as though he wasn't himself anymore. "Gosh…." Red hooded man groaned with his hands on his waist as he walked to the front of Alpha Alvin. "It's been a long time since we met like this," he said and sat on a stool in front of Alpha Alvin, while Alpha Alvin stared at him with a cold expressionless face. "I couldn't touch you ever since you became an Alpha," the red hoodie man said with his hands crossed over his chest as he tilted his head at Alpha Alvin who only huffed silently as he closed his eyes before turning away.

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.

At that time, they didn't take no for an answer, chasing him, until he was ambushed with his uniform by several villains, throughout the week, he watched while fleeing, when Joker, managed to invade a school, taking several children, hostages, when invading the place, jumping through the window, Joker and several of his henchmen, threw that green powder in his direction, which he tried not to inhale, he realized that it seemed to be a relaxant. - Damn it, it's an ambush. - He tried to escape, when a series of children contaminated by the green gas with smiles, chasing him trying to bite him, he tried to jump out the window, seeing that the children, were chasing him, with such a desire to bi

“You do it right, and you two are enough.” Joker nodded, turned away. He’d just reached the door, when Nails’ voice caught his attention again: “Oh, and Joker?” He spun to face his Prez. “Yeah?” “When you do grab him? Leave his right hand behind.” Joker didn't even blink. “You want us to cut off his hand?” “Yeah. Leave it on the kitchen counter for the bitch to find when she gets home. OK?” “Oh, yeah,” Joker said, a warm wave of pure rightness and sheer happiness passing over him. “Oh, yeah, that’s OK. That’s perfect. That’s exactly the kind of thing that I’ve been waiting for.”

Krystie POV Joker’s arm wraps around me, his presence as steady as ever, guiding me inside the clubhouse. The minute we step through the doors, it feels like the air shifts—thick with the smell of alcohol, leather, and smoke. It’s loud, rowdy, and everything I imagined a motorcycle club would be, but somehow it still catches me off guard. People turn to look at us, their eyes curious and lingering on me. I’ve never been in a place like this before, and I can feel the weight of their stares. But with Joker by my side, I feel a strange sense of security.

He trailed her gaze and gulped when he realized what she was looking at. She walked up to the wall and touched a circular hole on the wall. Like something penetrated it. "What happened? " She asked. "It's just a drill. " He lied and she knew. When she first saw it, she knew immediately it was a bullet that caused it and since he doesn't want to talk, then he's hiding something. If he went to learn self defense, they wouldn't give him licence to a gun. So her assumption was in two ways. It's either he was attacked, and he doesn't want me to know. Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover.

“Get back here.” Hearing them made Vera smile. She was so glad to be back home. -*- It was three o’clock in the morning and everyone had fallen asleep. Everyone except for the Joker. This was the usual time of night that he liked to plan. He had finally thought of a way of getting rid of the soon to be dark night without breaking his word with Jack. The Joker remembered seeing an article about the Wayne son falling into a cave. It was all over the news in his timeline. The cave entrance was somewhere in the west part of the garden. Maybe if he could find the entrance he could create the desired opportunity. Jack wasn't aware that his body was being used at night. He didn't know what the Joke

They look crazed and drugged as they remove helmets. "Alpha Sebastian your bigger in person",A man speaks up looking me over. "Who are you?",,I growl out. "I'm president of the Joker Wolf club. Name is Joker",I hold in my laugh. "Seriously?",he growls. "I'm dead serious and the little fucker behind you didn't take me seriously so I killed his pup",Howl raced forward and I had issues controlling him. "You killed an innocent pup ,because?",he sighed dramatically as I felt Howl pacing right at the surface he wanted out to kill. We never make innocent pups suffer for the mistakes of adults.

Jaden spoke up. "Sure. I'll play show and tell but first..." I turned to Willa. She nodded and suddenly the lights were off and there was the sounds of glass breaking and fighting all around me. A moment later, the lights were back on and everyone was pinned to floor by someone in a mask with the exception of myself, Willa and West. "What the fuck?" Joker struggled as our friends handcuffed everyone and hauled them up to a seated position, even Skull. "Don't struggle. They won't kill you. Some of you will be perfectly fine. Some of you... well, let's just say that you will all get what you finally deserve." I explained as they all shot glares our way.

Machine asked, raising a brow. Joker sighed and looked away knowing that Machine and Kane were right. They were always getting in trouble because she was doing something insane that got them all in trouble. After a moment he chuckled and shook his head. “True.” Joker said, smiling softly. “I was always in trouble because of her.” “Hey, Ronald.” Dex said, when the journalist picked up. “Dex! Good to talk to you. What’s the word? Did Margo give a green light on running the story yet?” He asked.