A low maniacle laughter began to roll from deep within his throat.  Despite 
his three severed fingers, the fresh blood from which seeped through and 
turned his white gloves a bright crimson, the satisfied grin on his pale, 
swollen face sustained.  More and more his excitement grew to its peak, the 
wild look of a successful killer shining through his emerald eyes, dilating 
his pupils.  He was the master of this moment.  He was the killer of the 
King.
        A wide smile of sheer evil curved across his lips, until an outburst of 
uncontainable laugher rang throughout the night sky.  He threw his head back 
as he laughed, the throbbing pain pounding against his skull.  His green 
hair was caked with ruddy blood, and he could feel that his suit was just as 
saturated.  Was it his blood?  He did not know.  Was he dying?  He did not 
care.  His chest felt heavy, his arms tired.  He was barely able to stand on 
his feet by the time his body began to feel the ache of hard, unsubsiding 
laughter.
        His adversary lay before him, sprawled out across the cold pavement of the 
rooftop, soaked in his own red fluid.  With a burst of pride, the victor 
stomped his foot flat on the face of his lifeless apponent, crushing his 
nose.  The Joker's vision became blurred, his head began to spin.  Below his 
foot was Batman, the knight of Gotham who would protect no more.  It was 
over.  He had killed his biggest enemy...his biggest love.  He felt a 
strange, sick sadness come over him suddenly, stabbing his heart worse than 
the spiked weapon of the Batman as he weakly thrust his last attack.  His 
laughter stopped, his grin dropped, and he was suddenly more alone in the 
world than he had ever been.  At last the Joker was left without a purpose, 
without a reason for breathing.
        He would have died moments later anyway.  The wound to his heart was fatal. 
  But still he dropped painfully to his knees, his repulsive frown pulling 
at the lines of his tired face.  He pulled the dagger from Batman's stiff 
fingers with a shaking hand and brought the sharp point to the side of his 
head.  He laughed is final laugh as he pushed the blade into his ear and 
through his brain.  Collapsing seconds later over the body of the Bat, he 
went out with a smile.