In the middle of the night the whining of an ambulance races through the streets followed by the sirens of police officers bounced off of buildings. The sound was loud enough to wake a red head from his drunken slumber and stop him from going back to sleep. He rolled over on his side and tried to squint at the area where his alarm clock should be.
Roy fully opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. He was naked in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. This place was way too clean to be his apartment and too perfect to belong to anyone he knew. He sat up, letting out a grunt when he felt the throbbing in his head. What the hell happened last night?
He felt something move next to him. Looking over he prayed it wasn't that forty year old woman from the liquor store that flirted with him. He thought he had enough self-control to refrain from doing it with random women, but he could be wrong. He relaxed when he saw a wild mane of black hair illuminated by the lights streaming in from the windows. The liquor lady was an obviously fake red head.
Roy stared at the back of the woman's head trying to remember who she was. He was definitely sure she was not hooker; he didn't have enough money to waste on cheap sex. Her hair wasn't the same as any of the females he knew fighting crime. Maybe she was an old friend he forgot. Or maybe he snuck in here without her knowing.
When she moved again the sheets slipped from her shoulder, exposing skin a shade Roy knew too well. How could he have not figured it out sooner? It was Cheshire – Jade – the villainess he's in a…something with. He didn't really know what to call their little nights together or if she even thought of them as an item. They never defined what they had.
More at ease that it was just Jade, Roy got out of bed to get some water and figure out where the hell they ended up. He picked up his boxers from the nightstand and slipped them on. Gazing about he saw the bathroom connected to the room and doorway without a door leading somewhere. He took the doorway.
He found himself in a kitchen a while later with a hunch that they were in a hotel room. A pretty expensive hotel room now that he thought of it. On the counter he found two cards that confirmed his theory. At least he recognized the hotel to know they were still in Star City. Next he needed to find out what happened.
He got himself a glass of water and found a couple of mints on the little table. Chewing on one of them he set his elbows on the counter as he tried to recall the events leading up to the hotel room. He remembered going back to his apartment after another dead end lead of the real Roy, finding Jade spread out on his couch already drinking a bottle from his stash, taking the bottle from her, and that's it.
They must've done something to end up here. He stared at the empty glass as he went through a mental list of what could've happened. They didn't steal anything and there weren't any cops banging on their door. They could have come here after deciding his room was too messy. He would believe that if he didn't wash the sheets yesterday. What happened?
Suddenly he felt arms wrap around his torso as a chest pressed against his back. "Hello, husband," Jade purred in his ear.
Roy's heart stopped for a moment. She had to be tricking him with one of her sick jokes again. But when he looked at her folded hands and saw a ring on her left hand reflecting the lights from the bulbs overhead he knew it was no joke. It happened.
Their relationship just got defined as married.