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"I don't know," says the Joker, spreading his hands helplessly. "I was sleeping. I came downstairs and there he was. Can you fix him?"

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Golden attempts a star.

"Star doesn't work," she says. "...The next one up can. Probably. Shell Bell got herself killed and her girlfriend was able to bring her back with one of the eight-pointed 'evils'. But with much less delay than it sounds like there may have been with Nathan."
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"Then I'll make one of those," he says immediately. "I want my sweetie back."

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Golden nods once. "...Haven't got an agony beam, don't want one, here." She wishes him a little device that vaguely resembles a digital egg timer. "Your own portable version. An evil is one hundred thousand units."

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He fiddles with the device.



He staggers and narrowly misses falling into Nathan.



He transfers two new evils to Golden's chain.
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The Joker flings his arms around Nathan.

"You died, sweetheart," he says. "Don't do that. It makes me sad. I love you."
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"I died? The last thing I remember I'd just stood up... and then I was very hungry for just a moment."

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"Goldie said it looked like you starved," he says, and spends three hexes to give Nathan regenerative powers comparable to his own.

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"How the hell did I starve? How long was I standing there?"

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"Was anyone who's around now around then, Nathan?" asks Golden. "We could ask -" When he shakes his head, she says, "Well, what were you doing?"

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"Arguing with the fucking Batlady," growls Nathan. "She snarled at me, I snarled back, I stood up - and - what you saw."

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The Joker closes his eyes and hugs Nathan harder.
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"But she hasn't got any sort of magic," says Nathan helplessly, hugging the Joker back, "has she?"

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"...Let me go check the Belltower real quick."

Golden disappears, and reappears, and says:

"Stella owed her three wishes, and she collected."
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"I'd say she's down one," says the Joker. "Oh, sweetie, she killed you. I'm sorry. I love you so much."

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"I love you," murmurs Nathan. "I'm fine, babe, I'm fine now."

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He presses his face against Nathan's shoulder for a moment, then glances back at Golden. "Thanks," he says softly.

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"You're welcome," says Golden levelly. "I believe I will leave a strongly worded note for this Batlady at the bar."

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"Don't let me stop ya," he says wryly, cuddling Nathan some more.

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Golden writes.

"Bat":

You do not know me, but you know my alternate, "Stella". She's written in our template's shared room that she owed you three wishes. (In consideration for your secret identity she disclosed nothing further about why.) I was recently summoned to Milliways by the Joker, who needed me to revive one of my staff, Nathan - the Joker's boyfriend and the father of their small child - from the dead. The circumstantial evidence is extremely suggestive of your having killed Nathan with one of the wishes Stella gave you.

You may have intended some less fatal consequence from your wish, but in fact it's very difficult to incapacitate a vampire of the sort found in the world of Aurum without tearing one of us to pieces, burning us to ashes, or - as your wish appears to have done - starving us to death. You may have believed Nathan to be a threat to you, but his rendition of the events - which I believe - suggests that he merely startled you by standing up quickly.

In other words: you fucking hypocritical murderer, you killed one of my people
in Milliways because he had the nerve to be vocal about not liking his mate's enemy and then he got out of his chair?

It is the good fortune of everyone involved that Stella's wishcoins, in sufficient size, prove able to revive the dead. Between the efforts of myself and the Joker, Nathan's fine. I'm leaving a note in the Belltower stating that you are not to be trusted with any further magic, and if Stella finds out what you did with her gifts, you may come to be unhappy that she can force the door to your world.

Sincerely,
Isabella Marie Swan Cullen, Empress Regnant of the Golden Empire
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A few seconds after Golden finishes writing, a young woman in a tank top and yoga pants with her hair in a ponytail emerges from the stairwell.

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Nathan's nostrils flare.

"That's her, that's fucking her," he snarls.
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"Is it?" Golden asks, and she crushes the note-in-progress in her hand. "I won't have to leave this, then."

And she stalks towards the uncostumed Bat, making no sudden moves more because she wants to be trackable than anything else. She's not scared. She's decked out in defensive stars.
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