The Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

“Why are you guys so damn serious? What the fuck is happening and why wont you guys just spill it out already or has my father perhaps been raised out of the grave and is he on his way back home to hunt me for my sins, is that what you guys want to talk to me about??” I laughed dryly at my stupid joke to lessen the awkwardness I was feeling because they did not seem like they were ready for anything other than serious business so there was not even a sound of a chuckle, everyone just maintained their over serious faces and that was when I was sure that whatever they wanted to say was something that would need me to have people around me so that would console me and that was the reason they m

Was he being serious right now? I was livid to say the least. “Are you fucking joking right now?” I roared, but he smirked even though my eyes were shooting daggers at him. “Do you think this is funny to me?” No answer. “I fucking hate you.” I slapped his chest, pushing him hard until he was nearly tumbling over. But he recovered fast and regained his composure. His smile dropped at my words and only then did he realize how serious I was. “Fuck! I’m sorry. That was stupid of me. I just...”

he said confidently. “Okay we shall see about that” I said. “You know why I like you?” he asked and pointing at me. “No I don’t, make me know” I replied. “Because you like joking” he said. “Oh really, so you think I am joking?” I said. “Of course you are because I can tell from your face” he said and began to laugh that we all joined him. “Even if I laugh I am dead serious about it” I said. “Get lost, just continue doing your thing” he said.​

“What? Are you kidding me?” “I wish I was,” he replies in all seriousness. “You know, you’re really an ass for coming up with something like this,” I retort, my anger driving me to my feet. I point at the door. “Just leave, alright? I’ll forget you ever came up with this stupid joke. Congratulations, you win.” “I’m not joking about anything,” he says calmly. “I’m being very serious about this. You’re not a Morelli. You’re not even Italian.”

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 choke out This isn't how I said I'd react but I honestly don't care. Is this some sick joke? "Sadly, no" his shoulders slump I burst out in laughter He's going to tell me this is a joke..we'll laugh about it. He stares quizzically at me. "And who is my lucky husband-to-be?" I ask between laughs "I need you to quit laughing, Ms. Hart" he admonishes seriously "What would you have me do?" I say quietly with the same measure of seriousness "Get serious. This is happening and it's no joke" he says with a stern look

The almighty joker finally said something serious. "Like seriously?" Said Daniel as David increased his laughter. "Why are you laughing?" Daniel asked as he felt his ears stand to listen to the answer to his question. "What's so funny?" Daniel asked. "Ever since I knew You, today is the first day in my life I ever saw you talk so serious." David said as he burst into laughter for the second time. Daniel, hearing David, he sighed and spoke. "Oh! That's why you are laughing?" He Said. He sighed for the second time before he continued talking.

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.

Zack Moller, one of my friends, asked curiously, "Ryan, are you serious?" I downed a drink and responded, "Dead serious. It's over." The group exhaled in relief. "Honestly, Ryan, you've wasted two years of your life. We've warned you so many times, but you were so stubborn, like you were cursed or something." "I saw Jen with another guy just a few days ago," one of them chimed in. I glanced at him, and he immediately clammed up. Zack patted my shoulder and tried to comfort me. "Alright, man. Let's chill tonight and blow off some steam. Do you want to hit up another spot?"

Stone asked, looking scared. "Can you be serious for once?" I snapped at him. "Can you be for real for once? We are before death and you claim, I am joking? Can you die for me?" He asked me. "Are you alright at all?" I asked him. Why is everything a joke to this dude? Why? Just why? "Of course, I am and I am perfectly fine!" He responded.