It Was Only a Text

Mine?

A/N: smutty end to this one, be warned.

~She's twisted, he's a rebel, she's sick, he's hard to handle

The worst of all is he just don't care~

~Skylar Grey~

Things had become strange. I had come back to my apartment, after leaving the hotel. Joker had obviously been sleeping here. The bed was a mess and there were dirty dishes in the sink. I tidied up the place and then collapsed on the couch. I felt a bit of guilt gnawing at my stomach. When I had gone to check out of the hotel, the bill was quite a bit more expensive than I had thought.

To be completely honest I hadn't asked the room rate. It was completely my fault. On the other hand, who the hell charges $2500.00 a night for a room? I had also racked up quite a few charges in room service, spa service, and the raided minibar. I let the front desk charge it all to Joker's credit card, hoping the limit was high enough to cover it. It was.

Now sitting at home, I wasn't sure if I should warn him that I had just charged almost seven grand on his emergency card he had given me. One part of me said to tell him, and be rude about it. It was the least he owed me. The other, more rational part said to break it gently and apologize. I sat on my couch, weighing my options. Thankfully by the time he barged into my apartment, I had made up my mind.

He walked in, slightly surprised to see me.

"You're home?" he said tossing his coat over the back of the couch. He practically flopped down onto the couch and laid his head in my lap.

I reached my hand up to run my fingers through his surprisingly soft hair.

"Yea, I'm back."

"Good, bed gets cold without you."

I tugged the locks that were in my hand. "Did you just actually call me a bed warmer?"

He smacked his lips together and then smiled. "Are you implying that you are something else?"

I started to open my mouth and let him know what I was, when the words died on my tongue. I had no argument. I thought back over the time spent with this madman and realized, I had no clue where we actually stood. I know what I had assumed, but he and I had never really talked about it.

"Did I stump you with that one? I win." He said looking smug.

I slapped my hand down over his mouth. I needed him to just be quiet. Now would be the time to tell him that he was the one who paid for my literal pity party and see where we were in this crazy 'relationship'.

"I charged my stay to the credit card you gave me."

He hummed under my palm, but didn't look surprised.

"It was almost seven grand."

His eyes narrowed, I slid my hand off of his mouth, preparing for whatever was about to happen.

"How much alcohol did you drink?"

I laughed, I had been prepared for yelling, silence, even anger. This was why I stayed confused. When I thought I knew what to expect, I was wrong.

He sat up, face serious again. "I don't like you running away when things happen. Cowards run. What happened to the brave girl who put the moves on a known murderer? The brave girl who took what she wanted. The brave girl who killed a man to save what was hers."

What? I was not a coward. Had he just said He was mine? I felt a wave of girly nonsense move through me, settling in my stomach in the form of rabid butterflies.