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The Joker is awfully domestic, in his way. He makes pretty clothes. Nathan's perfectly happy to be a clothes horse for his sartorially-inclined mate. Some of the clothes are distinctly feminine, and Nathan does not wear those, although the Joker could probably talk him into a kilt, even if that's not a Manx thing but only their neighbors.
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temporal_affairs
Addy explains directly to Kerron. "I wanna have weekly taste-tests and see if I can get you clearer pictures of the flying color-shapes," she tells him.
"Okay," says Kerron affably.
"Okay," says Kerron affably.
temporal_affairs
"Splendid. Kerron, can you watch those color-shapes real close all week and then later you can tell me what you find?" she asks with a winning smile.
"Okay," says Kerron.
"Lovely." She hands him over to the Joker.
"Okay," says Kerron.
"Lovely." She hands him over to the Joker.
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A week later, Kerron is handed off to Addy for "magic lessons" and Nathan announces that they'll pick him up in an hour, that being the best time to do so. They go back to their room. To... test the soundproofing.
But this is not their room, this is Milliways.
"Huh," Nathan says. "...We could spend days in there and Kerron wouldn't even miss us."
But this is not their room, this is Milliways.
"Huh," Nathan says. "...We could spend days in there and Kerron wouldn't even miss us."
manofmyword
"Let's do it," he says brightly. "I'll show you my old room. Did I tell you I had a room? It's cozy. I got shot there once, it was fun."
temporal_affairs
Nathan never quite likes hearing about other people having injured his mate - for roughly the same reason he's not thrilled when reminded that other people have had sex with his mate - but the fundamental idea is sound. In they go!
Right behind them, there is a person in a terrifying, expensive bat costume of negligible festiveness, stumbling in and clutching a gut wound!
Right behind them, there is a person in a terrifying, expensive bat costume of negligible festiveness, stumbling in and clutching a gut wound!
temporal_affairs
The Bat is extremely surprised.
And, less distracted by pain.
"You. You're supposed to be on an asteroid."
Nathan is not so much looking daggers at her as he is looking glowing razor-sharp magical poisoned swords at her.
And, less distracted by pain.
"You. You're supposed to be on an asteroid."
Nathan is not so much looking daggers at her as he is looking glowing razor-sharp magical poisoned swords at her.
manofmyword
"Love you, baby," he says, hugging back. Speech and hugs are both difficult under the amount of pressure Nathan is putting on him, but the Joker has practice. "Don't eat her, okay? I'd be sad."
The Bat is still near the door, scowling under her mask, with blood soaking her damaged armour but no wound to show for it.
When she sees Stella walk in, she intercepts.
"We need to talk."
When she sees Stella walk in, she intercepts.
"We need to talk."
self_composed
"I believe I owe you three wishes, if that's what you have in mind," Stella says, tilting her head.
self_composed
"Work-release program. One of my alts' staff did this inconvenient irrevocable-love-at-first-sight thing with him so I let her take him home so her employee wouldn't be eternally despondent. My very best guess is that he won't be terrorizing Gotham from there. Why, is he here?"
"He was," she says, still much growlier than usual. "Did your 'work-release' involve giving him three wishes?"