The Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

“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.

I said sternly. He sighed and lifted his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll shut up. Go on, King Serious.” His playful tone vanished when I didn’t smile back. “Your condition,” I said tightly, “it’s getting worse. How do you expect me to stay calm when I can feel it?” “Relax, Jester.” He leaned back slightly. “We can’t control everything. I’m fine.” My jaw tightened. “No, you’re not!” I slammed my hand on the table. “You’re not fine, Lerio! I can save you—but not if you keep acting like you’ve already accepted death!”

No jokes. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately. I folded my arms. “I’m serious,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have joked. I shouldn’t have said any of that.” “Then why did you?” I shot back. He dragged a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. “Because I didn’t know what else to do.” I scoffed. “That’s not an excuse.” “I know,” he said. “But it’s the truth.” I shook my head, stepping back. “You don’t get to turn something that mattered—to me—into a punchline.”

Because of what he said, I want to laugh. Is he already insane? Why is he so irritated because I wounded myself with the knife? I produced a serious expression to demonstrate that I was not amused by what he said. I pretended it wasn’t a big deal and then joined in on his joke.

His face returned to that cold, unreadable mask, his eyes locking onto mine with unrelenting intensity. "I'm dead serious." The air in the room shifted, thickening, pressing against my lungs. I stopped laughing, and my pulse stuttered. As I stared at him, searching for any hint that he was messing with me, I found nothing but stone-cold seriousness. A chill ran down my spine again and I suddenly regretted ever finding myself attracted to this maniac. "Lucian," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "That’s not funny." He didn’t blink. "It’s not a joke."

Was he serious right now? When he just kept staring at me and I saw that there wasn’t a single thread of amusement in his expression, I knew that he wasn’t joking. He was serious as a heart attack. What the actual fuck? “Do you realise how crazy that sounds?” I asked, appalled and rightfully angry. “You’re turning what should be us merely enjoying ourselves into a transaction.”

K — or something really was pestering him. Knock out the first two because one, Jordan always liked to remain sane at all times to avoid vulnerability, meaning not having too much to drink and two, even happy J.K was equivalent to expressionless J.K, so that scales it all down to one option — he was bothered. That was a rare case too but definitely plausible. “Alright, let's be serious now,” Keelan sat up, emphasising on the serious. “What's the problem, J?” he asked soberly.

I asked him straightforwardly “Zara, why are you not talking to me?” he asked with sadness all over his handsome face. “Don’t you know!” I said rolling my eyes on him “I was just joking Zara, I didn’t meant any harm” he said in a saddest tone ever. “Joking…why is that every serious situation is a joke for you Rocky? Can’t you act mature for once in a life time?” I said in angry tone. He lowered his gaze and hung his head low, as if he was ashamed.

“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.”