The Joker Why So Serious 소설 & 이야기

he demands, his tone leavin' no room for negotiation. “A week?” I raise an eyebrow, he's crazy. “Yeah, I’m bein' nice and givin' ya a week. Don’t push it,” he warns, his voice a mix of mockery and genuine threat. I groan, noddin' in reluctant agreement. “I thought I missed ya, but now I’m seriously debatin' that.” We both laugh, the tension easing completly, and for a moment, it’s almost like old times. But underneath the banter, I know the truth—Joker’s always been hard work, and nothing’s changed. And he won't hesitate for a moment before killin' me.

Lizabeth "What?" I looked carefully but he didn't look like he was joking at all, he looked very serious but I knew he was a deformed wolf. Everyone Knew he didn't have a scent so there was no way he could find his mate. "Joker, that's what you are. City clown." I pulled my hand from his grip and he freed me. "So you think if you play the mate card on me I'll continue to be your puppet yh? Oh I get it now." It hit me.

“That's because you used me to do your dirty work.” “Potato po-ta-to, tomato to-ma-to. You never said I couldn’t borrow your body.” “You, crazy clown.” “You say that I'm crazy but aren't you talking to yourself in the mirror?” The Joker faded out of the mirror and Jack was now looking at himself. “You coward!” Jack screamed. The Joker cackled and it echoed in his head. -*- A burly man walked into Gotham Central. He wore a brown hat, a brown trench coat, a white button up shirt, and a red tie. His presence made Mary jump when she looked up.

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.

I say after a long while, trying my best to speak through my laughing fit. His dark gaze falls on me, examining me with boundless curiosity. He has his hands under his chin, appearing to be in a pensive mood. Eventually, I stop laughing like a mad man as the seriousness of the situation sets in. Realization hits me hard. He isn't joking. He is deadly serious. “You can't be serious.” I mumble under my breath, too afraid to raise my voice. His arched brow lets me know that he is enjoying this. Of course he is.

"If you keep teasing me, I dare you... I am not going to talk with you even if you expose your naked body." I just laugh at him, scratching my head when seeing him defensive. He's really cute. "Fine but I notice that you are different from JM." "What do you mean?" He asks. "He's very serious in many ways and I can't make even a joke when I'm with him. He's just going to punish me." "What can I say, he's a serious man." "I know. Wait what is his name?" He hums, caressing his chin with his fingers as if he's thinking and to the fact that he knows his husband well.

“Jay. Don’t you dare laugh. I’m being serious.” “I know, I know,” I wheezed, still holding back a grin. “It’s just you have no idea how funny you look right now, like your brain’s trying to reboot itself.” But under the humor, my chest hurt. Because I didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. Not one that would make sense to him or to me.

I had been lowering my head to avoid Soren's gaze, but he tried to meet me exactly by looking down at me. I couldn't avoid him. I feigned calmness and decided to play the fool. "I was just telling a joke, man. Why so serious?" "But I wasn't joking. This is why you've been revoked the right to joke about it. Equivalent exchange," he replied patiently, as though he hadn't just said the most absurd thing. "It's your turn to introduce yourself now."

It was just a small laugh that slipped out before I could stop it. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” I shook my head, still smiling. “That’s actually funny.” “It’s not a joke.” That made it worse. I tried to stop laughing. I really did. I pressed my lips together and looked away for a second, but something about the way he said it , so calm, so sure, like he’d just stated the weather made it impossible. “I don’t understand why you’re laughing,” he said, watching me now with that serious look that wasn’t helping at all.

I literally had things to do with myself. "Stop with the joke. I don't have time for this." I rebuked his talk immediately. He made a serious face. "But I'm not joking. I'm being serious right now. I have my reasons for it. Listen to me first. Please." He uttered. And, I could tell from his facial expression that he was dead serious. But if that was the case, he was obviously crazy. Live with him? Leave my family? What was he even saying?