 What is ironic about Wayne’s laughing in the face of violence?—First when he leaves his parents house and again when he chases Red.
They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. He was still laughing as he whoomed the Olds between the pale dead glow of houses and roared up the ramp onto the Freeway. It's a big city and you're starting late. You can get a cat, not a mouse, and some babes are clever hellcats in a dark alley." He checked them on a receipt ledger, while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. A copcar stopped Wayne as he started over the bridge, out of bright respectable neon into the murky westside slum over the river. Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's quivering nose.
 His real feelings about violence are the opposite of what his maniacal laugh suggests. It turns out he isn’t a heartless killer.
 His laughs suggest he enjoys violence, but really they are a cry for help.  His real feelings about violence are the opposite of anything comical. He takes his job with the state very seriously.  His real feelings about violence are the opposite of what his maniacal laugh suggests. It turns out he isn’t a heartless killer.  Wayne’s laughing suggests that he is always in control, when in reality it is actually his mother and Red who know the truth about the world.