The Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

I tell him m with a grunt. “A joke. I understand you're sad that I want to stay away but can you refrain from calling our relationship a joke?" The chuckles turn into full blown laughter. Well someone is happy with women. Why would he not? “You are an idiot." “Okay now you are just jealous." And they laugh again. There is nothing remotely funny about this clown so I do not understand what they keep laughing at. “Can you be serious for once? I need to ask you about something."

His jaw clicked. "Nothing's funny, Angel." I smiled sweetly reached for his jaw. I felt the pressure loosened. I could feel his weakness in the touch I had made on him. "Why are you always this serious huh?" I asked mockingly. He held my hand that’s holding him. The zoo inside me once again celebrated. "When it comes to you, jokes have no place." a streak of integrity echoed in his tone. I cocked my head and still pouted. I was about to lower my hand but he tightened his grip there so I could keep holding his jaw.

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.

I responded, making it obvious that I was upset by the way he had spoken to me, and he seemed to have quickly noticed that I was, cause the look on his face changed, and he sounded a bit more serious when he spoke again. “I must have upset you again. It seems to me that it's going to take a while for you and I to understand each other because the things I say as a joke always appear serious to you and I honestly don't want us to go back to having to ignore each other again,” he said, and I could tell that he was being genuine about not wanting to have to ignore me again. “But why, though? Aren't you supposed to be happy that I ignore you? Isn't that what you always wanted from me from the st

Then someone in the crowd sneered, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, that must be Sophia's sugar daddy. Showed up to defend her. She's not picky, is she. She'll take a guy in his fifties." The crowd erupted. Some covered their mouths, laughing. Others joined in openly. "Yeah, I heard she doesn't care about age. Maybe this old man's a regular too." The dean's expression tightened. He turned sharply toward the crowd. "All of you–shut your mouths!" He glanced at my injuries, his voice urgent.

There, the Joker frowned and tears streamed down his face. “This is you.” Rhett put the card in his hand. “You’re a fucking joker. You know that, right?” Jax turned the card over and took in the sleek design. It was thick and more of a lightweight metal that was so thin it mimicked paper. “What’s does a joker symbolize?” he asked. “You know I’m not a card player like you.”

"I'm just concerned, you're the only friend I have" He pulled a sober face and then burst into laughter. "You're weird you know that right? You're cringing me out with those eyes" he said and then shook his head. "Joker" I commented, kicking my feet at the edge of the desk. "Believer" he snapped back and I shook my head, laughing with him too but I never meant that. He kept my hope high and he's so unreadable. I was really mad but then I only exhaled softly and gnashed my teeth.

This man was impossible to understand. His unpredictable mouth was another delinquent. He spoke his mind that was rare in a man, or maybe the kind of man I saw in my twenty-three years of life. He was different from all of them. My family’s men were mostly quiet. They only opened their mouths if that was important or needed, if not, they loved to stay mute. Brian, Owen, dada, uncle Josh all are like this, the serious kind of human being, although that may be wrong about Owen. He was the Joker of our family, but in the end, he was a McCoy, so, yeah; he had that curtain of seriousness in his prankster nature.

I waited to see if there was a punch line, some clue to see if he'd made a crack but Jack's expressions remained the same. He wasn't laughing; in fact, his face remained stoic. With a lot of people, I could easily figure out what they were thinking but with Jack, I always encountered a brick wall. I could only see what he decided to show me. "I can't decide if that's a joke or if you're serious," I said. "I'm not really in a mood for jokes lately. So far I've been telling you the truth."

"Oh, come on." "I'm serious." "So what are you now? Batman?" "Better." "Superman?" "Worse." "Iron Man?" "Closer." I looked toward Damiano, expecting him to laugh along with me, but instead he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and gave me a small nod. "He's telling the truth." My smile slowly faded. "Wait." "Yes, it's what you're thinking, Jax." "You're serious?" "Unfortunately." "What do you mean unfortunately?"