It Was Only a Text

Drunken Thoughts

A/N: Sorry for the late update, life sometimes gets in the way. enjoy.

~If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free

Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart

Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart~

~Florence + The Machine~

I woke up in a panic, the room was still pitch black. I could hear the breathing of Joker next to me. I laid there, my head hurt and my mouth tasted like chemicals. I stayed still, letting thoughts run through my head, hoping my eyes would adjust.

The thoughts came fast, 'What the hell am I doing?' 'Did I really do coke last night?' 'Where was this thing going?' "Will this man get me killed?' 'Is this it for me?'

Each thought made me feel worse than the last. I rubbed my face, trying to push the questions out of my head. I hated when this happened. I moved to get up, every muscle seemed to scream as I slid out of the blankets and my feet touched the floor.

I felt around the floor finding my jeans and sliding them on wincing when the keys jingled in the pocket. My shirt was nowhere to be found, but Jokers clothes seemed to be in a large pile. I tugged on his shirt and slid on my shoes.

I put my arms out in front of me and walked towards what I hoped was the wall. I let out a relieved sigh when my finger touched it. I followed the wall, hands moving to look for a door knob or a light switch. I found the handle. I turned it slowly freezing when the click sounded as loud as gunfire in the silent room.

Joker didn't move, his breathing still slow and deep. I slowly opened the door enough to squeeze through. I stepped out into the hallway and hurried towards what I hoped was the exit. Once I opened the large door, the light outside blinded me. It felt like someone had set fire to my eyes.

Once my eyes adjusted, I headed to where I thought the car was. By the time I fund it I was exhausted, and hungry. I slid into the seat and started the engine. I felt a rush of relief as I drove to my apartment. I wasn't running away. I just needed space to think. I can't think straight when he's around.

I parked the car and ran up to my apartment, grabbing a change of clothes some toiletries, my wallet, and a large part of my money stash. I headed back to the car, really missing mine, but I was not going to go get it. Couldn't risk him finding me right now. When he was with me, I stopped thinking, I just let him sweep me up in the storm that was him.

I drove into the fancier part of the city, and parked the car in the garage. This place was amazing, I stepped into the lobby and up to the counter.

"Welcome to Gotham Suites Hotel, do you have a reservation?"

I smiled, "No, I don't, will that be a problem?"

"No Ma'am, how can I help you?"

"I need a room for a few nights. Single bed, with a view please."

The woman started to type on her computer and then looked back at me. "Alright we have a suite on the 7th floor that is available for 2 nights. It has a view of the water and classic Gotham skyline. Will that work for you?"

"Sounds perfect." I reached into my bag to get my money.

"Alright, we have a two night stay, do you have a credit card to keep on file?"

I did have a card, but it was one Joker had given me for emergencies, work related emergencies. She seemed to see the unease I was sure radiated off me.