While I laughed and my shrieking gales of laughter pierced the seemingly quiet night, and the faux smile I wore refused to reach my eyes and prove it's sincerity, I watched with those cold and humourless eyes the retreating form of my adversary and my parallel.
I was laughing to stop myself from shouting out to him, to calling him back, because I knew he wouldn't come, he'd ignore my cries, but I can't blame him.
I would ignore me too, in fact I do, constantly.
Which is why I'm laughing now, I'm upside down and all the blood in my body seems to be rushing to my head and I feel like it's going to explode, but I'm still laughing, anticipating the predictable trip back to Arkham.
Feeling more than slightly nauseous I keep on with my insincere and mocking laughter, now staring at nothing but shadows, seeing as Batman had long since been gone, and a hollow tone took over my hoarse voice, but there was no disappointment on my part, no feelings either way; acceptance was all.
I wasn't bitter in the slightest, because I knew I'd see him again, another chance to see my incorruptible better half, after all, he completed me.
And at this realization, this little joke of an epiphany, I finally felt the smile reach my eyes, and they lit up with a schadenfreude, masochistic type of glee at my own pathetic predicament and I began to laugh even harder, my body was moving so much the wire suspending me in the air was dangerously taut, but I didn't care.
He couldn't kill me and I couldn't kill him.
Our feelings, whatever they were, were mutual, and I just found it simply hysterical.