Phone Call with a Lion in Africa [Selina]

He sat at a table near the open window. The place, as expected, did not have air conditioning. Luckily, the night air cooled his sweat soaked skin as he leaned back in the rickety chair. His legs were on top of the chair across from him. He sat alone, staring out at the coastline. His white button down shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and his jacket had been thrown on to the back of the chair a long time ago. His hand held a strong glass of whisky. Something he greatly disliked, but at this point, he only wanted to numb his thoughts. The sound of laughter and fun from the other patrons surrounded him. Smoke from near hookahs even whisked across his face. He ignored it all. How could he pay attention to any of it when his life was ending in front of his eyes?

The first place he went to in Northern Africa was Egypt. He had heard rumors and read old historical legends that spoke of a pit that gives internal life. There was nothing there. He would have gone to Lybia after that to his next hunch, but the government uproar was not in his interest to be involved in. He decided he would come to Morocco. There were many books and underground rumors that suggested Ras came here, but his mind doubted. He was running out of time. If he didn’t find it here, he would be dead in a few more days. The headaches getting worse, verging to the point that he couldn’t even move his body. A few random people, he had fainted from pain in front of tried to drag him to one of the local hospitals. Luckily, he always awoke before they got him there. He needed this answer.

His mind sometimes wandered to his last night in Gotham. He still didn’t know what that meant or what that meant for the future, but the future seemed so impossible at the moment that he never weigh much thought. Instead, he mind relived every moment that had occurred, every touch he had gotten, and his hot breath.

He took another swig of his drink, emptying the glass. He felt something buzzing in his pocket. He placed his glass down and reached into his pocket. His eyes hazily took in the name.

Selina Kyle.

His eyes widened for a moment, amazed that she was actually calling. He had been trying to get a hold of her when he had first found out about his situation, but like most cats, she had own business in mind. Selina was actually the only person he considered a ‘friend’, well as close as friends could be with him. Then again, Jonathan and him had become very close recently. Did he consider Jonathan a friend? He wasn’t sure what they were. They were certainly something. Selina though was the person he felt like he could tell most anything to. Though he never understood why.

“Selina dear,” he slurred as he opened the phone and brought it to his ear, “I do hope your closet is full from your most recent shopping experience. No more stealing my shirts.” He laughed, harder then he normally would at his jokes, but it obvious he was drunk.