A/N: I don't own anything you recognize
Laughing at his funeral, her peals of laughter disguised as sobs. He caught her eye, a smirk crossing her face as she stepped from the crowd of mourners, and right into his waiting arms. Let them grieve a madman, a man who had them all fooled. They knew the truth, they knew what he'd done, what he was capable of. Neither of them mourned as they walked hand in hand, vanishing from the world that still considered him a hero.