You Won't Get It Joker Novels & Stories

"It's those two scoundrels' fault! No matter what happens from now on, I’ll see you as my granddaughter!" I sniffled and nodded quickly, trying my best not to cry. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a card, placing it gently on the table. "Thank you for everything you've done for me all these years. The rest… I'll repay them someday." Mr. Langston Senior instantly flared up, slamming his cane hard against the floor. "Scoundrels! Those little punks must've said something to you! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He stood up shakily and shoved the card right back into my hands.

He never looked at her, he only stared down, and he becomes a mute instantly. Zitrey clicked her tongue from his reaction, she clutched her hand, ‘Why won't you look at me?’ in mad she swift her attention towards Cederick. “Sadly, we won your Jack's Game Cederick.” she uttered. But her eyes suddenly glued on Cederick's collarbone. She saw something on it that looks familiar. Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it.

I opened and slammed the door hard, but damn, that felt good. I take off walking, knowing where we stay when we are this close to the city. We will observe our mark, place cameras, and watch his every move. When the Joker card gets played, we require proof. Joker is who you want when you want the kill to be brutal and without mercy. He is a work of art when he is in control. His ways should scare me or make me want him less, but something is wrong with me.

Just as I was about to open the jar to check, a man's voice came out of nowhere right behind me. "Don't bother checking. You're the one in charge of the supply now. This jar can't be opened for another 30 years. The new source is inside." I spun around sharply. It was the same man with a sinister smile. "Are you saying Aunt Marlene gave up on me? Then what's in here? Where is Aunt Marlene?" I looked around, but there wasn't a second jar anywhere. "I must admit that the last source's decision surprised me. You're very lucky. Well, see you in 30 years!"

“You do it right, and you two are enough.” Joker nodded, turned away. He’d just reached the door, when Nails’ voice caught his attention again: “Oh, and Joker?” He spun to face his Prez. “Yeah?” “When you do grab him? Leave his right hand behind.” Joker didn't even blink. “You want us to cut off his hand?” “Yeah. Leave it on the kitchen counter for the bitch to find when she gets home. OK?” “Oh, yeah,” Joker said, a warm wave of pure rightness and sheer happiness passing over him. “Oh, yeah, that’s OK. That’s perfect. That’s exactly the kind of thing that I’ve been waiting for.”