You knew it was wrong. You look in the mirror, as you fix your hair. You turn your gaze towards the open bathroom door and glance into the bedroom.

There, you see Jack lying on the bed, his limbs tangled in the sheets. You watch him for a moment, taking in the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply in his sleep as he lays sprawled out on his stomach with one arm falling off the bed. The room was a mess with clothes carelessly discarded on the way to the bed, little reminders of the night before.

You bit your lip looking away back to the mirror. This whole thing wasn't supposed to happen, you weren't supposed to sleep with the one and only Joker.

Now you listen to his soft snores as you decide if you should leave before he wakes up. But before you could he starts to shift awake letting out a low hum.