"Well, on the one hand, they're about you, on the other hand they will apparently make me sad. I don't know. I don't think there's any good way for me to eat the people responsible, is there? Her Majesty would object, my eyes wouldn't match my hair color anymore, and also I imagine they're all in that other world."
"They're in that other world, you probably couldn't get there, if you did you probably couldn't find most of 'em, some of the rest are dead, and some of the rest of the rest I wouldn't want you to," says the Joker. "So all around, nope. No eating everybody who's ever fucked me over."
"I know you would, sweetie," he says affectionately. "And I like that you would. But I don't need you to do it."
"That's good, because it would be so inconvenient."
"Lemme know when you wanna hear some scar stories," he says. "If you ever do."
"I'm good at when," says Nathan, and then, "On a scale of days, this is a good time to ask about the one on your ankle and the set of them on your chest."
"Interesting choice," he says. "Those I got from the love of my life."
"Oh, honey," he says with immense fondness. "Let me tell you about this lady. She hates my guts, for one thing, I'm everything she thinks is wrong with the world. Nnnot exactly a happy relationship. I wrote her a love letter that involved blowing up a hospital and setting her best friend's boyfriend on fire; she chased me up a half-built office building and then threw me off the top floor. Caught me halfway down, that's where I got the scar on my ankle. And that's what passed for good times with us. She left me hanging there for the cops to find, and I never saw her again."
"...And this makes her the love of your life."
"Sure it does," he says. "She's beautiful. Incorruptible. I'll always love her. But I don't really need to see her again. I could've gone back and forth with her like that for the rest of my life if Stella hadn't grabbed me away, but I'd rather be where I am."
"I'm glad you like it here," says Nathan. "With me." He squeezes his mate's hand. Just a little. Then a little more. "You're the love of my life, I knew it the instant I saw you."
"Mm," he says happily, squeezing back as hard as he can. "I love you too, sweetie."
It is probably long enough to prevent them from getting arrested if someone just casually walks by.
Nathan tackles his mate into it, growling with jealousy.
The Joker laughs, and kisses him, and sets about demonstrating that right this second, Nathan is exactly the person he wants. In every possible sense.
Well, good. Humans don't have such good memories anyway. Maybe he'll forget all about her after long enough if Nathan tries - very - hard.
After some time, they resume their hike Jacksonvilleward. "What do you want to do when we get to Jacksonville?" Nathan asks.
"Not sure," he muses. "Wander around, see what's going on. If we don't find anything better to do, we can always get a hotel room."
"I do have a fair amount of decent imperial pay socked away," says Nathan. "I don't buy much, normally."
"I'd say call me sugar daddy, but you actually might, and I don't in fact find it appealing, I like sweetheart and honey better," says Nathan cheerfully.
"Am I funnier than even I think I am?" asks Nathan.