The Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

But I kept my expression so deadly serious that he swallowed the laugh down. “What do you mean you're a ghost? What kind of a sick joke is this?” “A ghost joke,” I shot back, attempting to deflect his humor. “Aren't I just hilarious?” I pouted, arching a single brow at him. A sudden, genuine laugh escaped his lips. I almost let my own smile slip at my own stupidity. My fingers on his shirt loosened just a fraction, but I tightened my grip again instantly, reminding him that we weren't here to play games. His eyes darted down to my grip, registering the sudden seriousness of the situation.

His eyes locked onto mine. “If he ever hurts you again…” His words dropped like a stone in my chest, and I froze. “I will willingly kill.” I blinked. Shock stole my breath. My first reaction was disbelief. Then, against my better judgment, I let out a laugh. It was harsh, incredulous, but it came out anyway. “You… already know how to joke now, huh?” Jaron’s lips twitched, almost the ghost of a smile, but his voice remained steady, calm, and terrifyingly sincere. “I’m not joking.”

I exhaled in disbelief, and he chuckled. “Relax, I was just kidding.” He chuckled and placed the mug on the ground. “Try to take jokes sometimes. It’s very refreshing.” “The matter I am questioning is not something to be joked about. And those jokes are definitely not funny or refreshing!” “Okay, okay. I understand. I will answer your questions, truthfully of course. But first, I have a question for you.” The amusement in his eyes was replaced by seriousness. I nodded for him to ask away.

“No can do. This is abuse and you need to stop it.” “You know what needs to stop?” Sergio began, rolling up his sleeves and moving menacingly toward Jade while she moved backward. “You butting into matters that are none of your business. You think screwing around with him for a few days gives you the right to talk back at me? You're just a sl*t. Now I understand why your parents named you Jade.”

I waited for him to tell me 'JK, LOL, aunty you take things too seriously', then I would warn him never to joke about stuff like that and storm off. However, the look on his face was that of grim seriousness and desperation. Not at all one of mischief, but I guessed it was part of the act. He wanted me to say something before blowing up with laughter, I was tired of waiting. "Can I laugh?," I enquired although I had no desire to. If he was trying to joke, it was nowhere near funny. "Aunty mi, I'm dead serious. This is no laughing matter," he responded with an expression as serious as mine.

“You aren't wearing the ring I gave to you anymore. Is that why you think it is just fun?” “No, ” I said and wet my lips. “Look, that was a joke and nothing serious okay?” He deepened his eyes into me. “Kind of looked like it because it's something you bring up all the time and to you it might be a joke but to everything being said as a joke, there's an ioto of truth in there.” This was getting a little out of hand and I was wondering why he was so serious about the issue.

"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.

Because, honestly, this had to be some kind of sick joke. Except Perrin wasn’t laughing. I swallowed hard, my pulse thundering in my ears. “You can’t be serious.” His lips curled into a smirk, but there was no humor in it. “Oh, I’m dead serious.”

“This is serious. We have no idea what they’re planning, but it’s big, and it’s dangerous. We don’t have time for jokes.” I rubbed my temple, feeling the weight of her words pressing down on me. “I know, I know. Just trying to… you know, cope.” “I get it,” she said, softer now. “But I need you to take this seriously. We don’t know what they’re planning, and that’s what makes it so dangerous.” I sighed, my mood dropping. “I get it. No more jokes. I’ll be ready. Just… don’t let me do anything stupid when we get there.”

Joker wheezed out between his chuckles. Shooter punched him in the jaw faster than I could see and Joker's head snapped to the right. His laughter stopped in and instant and he stared at his older brother as I shifted nervously. Shooter was a hot head and violent but Joker was insane. A fight between them would be bloody and deadly. "STOP!" Pres commanded as Joker stepped towards Shooter. Joker paused and looked at his Father. "Your Brother is right. This isn't funny." Pres spat at his second son who sent him an eerie smile with blood running down his chin and mouth.