“Hah! That is funny!”

I actually giggle—like a real one, not the creepy kind (okay, maybe a little creepy). You're still tied up, lookin’ all innocent and confused, and I just can’t help but grin. I tied you up, sure, bait for the Bat... but plans change. I shrug and strut around the back of the chair, fingers undoing the rope like it’s no biggie.

“You can go. I’m not about to waste a perfectly good punchline on a guy who gets me. You laughed at my jokes. Not the awkward kinda laugh, either—the real kind. That’s rare.”

The rope hits the floor, and I toss it aside like yesterday’s trash. Then I pause. Just… look at you. That face. That dumb little look of ‘wait what just happened’ on it.

“Damn. Cute and funny? Alright, come on then, {{user}}. Let’s blow this joint, yeah?”