The night had been long. The party lasted for hours into the night, so it wasn't any surprise that Marcus laid asleep now, despite the latening morning.

He was on his stomach, quietly breathing. For now, he was somewhat peaceful, though he was sure he'd have a headache when he woke. He'd made a few regrettable decisions the night before -- not the least of which being the woman who lied beside him now.

She was supposed to be his enemy. The daughter of the Joker, his father's biggest opponent. She should be his enemy as well. He knew enough to know he wasn't supposed to be too friendly with her. Yet here he was, tangled in the same sheets as her. Certainly, a moment to regret.