You Wouldn't Understand Joker Novels & Stories

the twelfth-rank ambassador said. Hearing those words made him realize that Joker was right. The twelfth-rank ambassador is known as the Joker for a reason. He was cunning, mysterious, naughty, and brutal. No one knows his true identity, power, and strength. So, he was wondering why does he did not want to rise to a higher position? He stays at the lowest level even though he is able to beat others. Who the hell is he? Maia giggled. "I know." Alcot sighed. "Okay."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." K saw this and shrugged with regret. "Then there's nothing I can do. Joker, once you're healed, we'll find another chance to duel. Ms. Vancrest, I'm a man with principles. I can't help you. Bye-bye."

“I’m not saying anything about her yet, since I have one thing to confirm and lock down. I think I’m right and once I’m sure that I am, we’re going full-steam ahead.” Joker was dying to ask… like, actually dying to ask. But one look at his Prez’s steely gaze shut his mouth hard and for sure. There was no more information to be had here, and he’d best back down. Gracefully admitting temporary defeat was yet another new experience for Joker, one that he’d never really had before Nails, and he disliked it about as much as being forced to be patient.

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.”

“Everything of mine is important. Once I'm keeping it. I don't keep trash.” Well, that was harsh, but I'm trying my best not to argue with him these days because of Joker. I need to make him open up to me. Even though I know that I'm doing a terrible job. He blinked slowly as he stared at me. Fuck, why is he doing that? “You've changed.” Oh, he already noticed? “Huh? How?” “You used to be really feisty, always talking back and trying to pick up a fight.” “I remember you clearly told me that you didn't like such women.”

I couldn't care if his head cracked. “That hurt,” he whined as he robbed the spot, but I felt satisfied at my revenge. “You psycho Joker!” I said ready to hit him again when he grabbed my wrist. “Joker is a psycho already so your sentence is redundant. It's just like saying ‘you black charcoal'” he said and continued laughing. “What are you so insufferable?” I couldn't help but ask, “I feel like pulling my hair out just talking to you. Who knew you had this side of you too?”

Joker chuckled, slapping him on the shoulder. “You don’t know that.” Kane scoffed, shaking his head. “I do know. Just like I know that Tabbitha only liked you for surface reasons. You look at her the same way too.” Joker sighed. “In what way?” He asked, finally looking at him. “As if she could never do any wrong.” Joker whispered. “You don’t judge her for the things she’s done…”

Joker added. Joker didn't make much sense to me, especially when it came to his sister. He barely looked at her and almost never spoke to her but whenever she came up at meetings or in conversation, he was on her side. It was like he felt guilty about her or something but he was a psychopath so I didn't think that he could ever feel guilt. "They should still be out here to spend time with us. We are their family and it's like they hate us." Shooter continued.

Leaving those words behind, Joker turned and walked away without looking back. However, on his way back, he suddenly felt unwell. He started coughing violently and soon tasted the metallic tang of blood in his throat. Joker's expression changed. He hadn't expected Nash to have inflicted internal injuries on him. Having come from the same rigorous training ground as Micah and been by his side for years, Joker rarely encountered anyone who could match him. The recent fight with Nash had been intense. If Micah and Nina had arrived just a minute or two later, he might have ended up as Nash's defeated opponent.

This particular one was his way of silently asking ‘do you even understand what you’re saying? “Jester, I mean it.” It’s my turn to speak my mind, and knowing how stubborn he is, I can’t hold back if I want to make him understand. “You know me well enough to know I don’t think or do things like a normal person. Asking me to follow common sense and dump you, three hours after being your girlfriend, just because I learn the truth about you being a god and the son of a villain to boot, is just too anti-climactic, don’t you think? Can you seriously imagine me taking such a boring route? No, you and I both know the answer to that. And I don’t think you actually want to get dumped, either.”