The Joker Why So Serious Novels & Stories

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.

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?"

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me.

Realizing that he had misspoken, Joker explained in a panic, "I mean, I retrieved my toys from other people's homes. In order to give children clean things, I will wash them all, so there is nothing unsanitary about them." Stella kept quiet and just stared at him. Joker's gaze was fixed, and he looked at Stella in a panic. Stella looked at him with certainty, "Joker, why don't you tell me how Uncle Joker killed your entire family."

"Are you crazy?" At the height of my tears, I managed to speak. "No... That's not true. Because... maybe you remember me now, that's why you're saying that? You're still the Joker..." I slapped his arm lightly, but it didn't even move his stiff body that stood in front of me. "Don't trip me up... It's not funny-"

She storms off towards the door, opening it with force before slamming it behind her. Joker looks at me and looks back at the door. “How did she know?” They both never talk about their sex lives. Well, most of us don’t talk about our sex life except maybe Jack. “Seriously? You have a fucking bite on your upper neck.” I motion at my neck while wondering how someone so smart can be so stupid. Also, surprised Joker let someone mark him like that. It was out of character for him. “Fuck..” He runs his fingers through his hair before looking at me again. “I got to make a call; then I’ll get set up.”

Why do I always get caught in the worst situations? “Not much of an idiot now, huh?” Joshua asked, with a smirk. Realizing that the situation had relaxed a little, I shrugged my shoulders casually. “The jury is still out on that.” “Excuse me?” he blurted out as he slammed his palm on the table, once again attracting the attention of the café visitors. My jaw dropped and I shot him a glare with my narrowed eyebrows. “Oh My God! I’m kidding! Gosh! Can’t you take a joke, Mr. Serious Model?”

Her copper mane was utterly still, and she was trading nervous, confused glances with Eric, her expression a clear question: What’s so funny? The laughter died instantly in my throat. The realization was a cold, hard stone sinking to the bottom of my stomach. The joke, the absolutely magnificent, sidesplitting joke, was entirely on me. I placed the napkin down with slow, deliberate precision. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on the table, my eyes narrowed, instantly glacial. The predatory focus that had made me billions settled over my features like a polished visor. “Oh,” I said, the single word soft, lethal, and very, very serious. “You’re serious.”