You Wouldn't Understand Joker Novels & Stories

I said, perhaps a little smugly. Terry stared at me. “The Jester isn’t a woman.” “Why not?” I asked. “You know, you have a very warped opinion of women. There isn’t anything a man can do that a woman can’t match.” I had the strangest feeling; like lasers were burning into my face. I turned to see Jenny, Claire and Flossie all with their mouths hanging open in disbelief. As were Dudley’s and Maurice’s. It’s not easy trying to live a righteous life while being so misunderstood.

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

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.”

“He lost it. He was shakin', talkin' to himself, and searchin' for her in a bag like she was hidin' in there.” I glance at Doc, and he meets my eyes. We both know what that means—Joker’s mind is unravelin' fast, and it won’t be long before he completely snaps. He's looking for her, and the fact he didn't realise he was lookin' in a bag means his mind has gone too far past the point of seeing reality.

"But I saw that the card was left with the rest of the deck, the card that Muller didn't choose to be the Joker." "Whatever card I have will always be the Joker." She frowned, "What are you saying?" Victor's smile only widened at her confusion as if he found it entertaining. "Perhaps you have to be smarter to understand it one day," Victor chuckled as he walked away, "Or maybe you won't ever understand it." Jane stared at his back for a few moments before rolling her eyes. Why does she even care what it was that Victor had done? In the end of the day, he's a monster and a monster like him shouldn't be understood, especially when what had happened today made her realize once again just how sc

“ You can’t carry it on “ Saint adds like I don’t know that and ot pisses me off that they all seem so intrested in my sex life all of a fucking sudden. “ I put an end to it this morning “ I say, taking a drag , my eyes meet the beasts and he dosen;t look convinced. His eyes are hard on me and he just watches me. “ It is so back off “ I tell him and he raises an eyebrow. “ Why this chick ? “ Joker asks and I groan, running a hand down my face. “ This sin’t a girly fucking gossip party , what we going to start discuss feelings next. Just back off “ I growl , then throw back the rest of the drink. Joker holds his hands up in surrender “ All I am saying is there's a thousand chicks you can choo

Be careful they are going to attack sooner or later That is what the message says and it is a message from Joker. Well, we haven’t seen him for a while and that is because I have asked him to settle something back at Z Country since we can already handle all the shits here in X Country, but when he is already finished, he will soon come back. But although he is far away, he can still give warnings or feed backs just like these about the things that I want him to look into. He really is a capable child.

"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.

"It makes you human. Your father did things that hurt you. Nobody can tell you how to carry that." Jack fell silent, his emotions swirling until he felt he might lose control entirely. Then he remembered something - what his mother used to tell him when things seemed at their wit's end. He closed his eyes and pictured the field of butterflies from his memories. Her voice rose clear in his mind: *"You're my little Joker."*

"To knocking that girl in the face with a baseball bat...Girl, your like a Harley Quinn!" I swallowed down what was in the shot glass, my throat feeling like it was on fire. " Yeah, and your son is the Joker."