"It's not bad always for everyone," Timer volunteers. "I was fine. But then, Shell Bell would've been fine if her dead version had kept her magic. I had mine. Kept me out of the way of torturers and - such."
"Torturers? That's a class of people you need magic to avoid? Oh, for the love of - even ordinary worlds need serious repairs, Shell Bell's was worse than most, and she comes in saying it's shit, I'm inclined to believe her, but -"
Extra snuggles for Nathan.
"He's right there, Nate," says Timer, "technically dead or not he's there - the more pressing issue is what we're going to -"
"I'm trying not to think about you," snaps Nathan. "If you - if you -"
"Yes, yes, you're afraid that I've been unfaithful, and also afraid that we got up to something while he was Downside, the only outcome you'd consider acceptable would be if I'd spent the last century celibate, how do you feel about making like Shell Bell and importing some of my more even-keeled notions? Sell it for me, babe, he's not gonna listen to me," Timer adds to the Joker when he sees the answering look on Nathan's face.
"Sweetie," says the Joker. "I love you. He's you, so I love him too. I don't wanna lose either of you, and I don't wanna make trouble between you the way it would if I hung around with both of you all the time. Shell and Bell got sewn up and they're just fine. If you're okay with it, and it works so you don't hate yourself afterward or anything, then I want you to."
Meanwhile, Golden and Shell Bell have relegated their exchange of information about exactly how Downside is shit to the brainphone.
"If that's what you need from me," he finally tells the Joker.
"I think it'll make us both happier," he says softly. "You know, I joke about how you'll have to get used to me, but I see how it hurts you to know what a slut I am and I don't want it to, sweetheart, I love you."
"Lack of opportunity," puts in Timer shortly. "Till he went Downside."
"Oh, Christ."
"You and he'd be happier with our joint self keeping my opinion on the matter."
"I am not at all confident that even an evil will be able to edit a mate bond," Golden says.
"Not the core of it. Just around the edges. The joined-up Nathan would still have it - like Alice has one - but it wouldn't come with the... monogamy clause."
"If it can do even that, that's unsettling," says Golden, "but I suppose whether I find it unsettling or not doesn't make it more or less likely to work. Joker, you're supplying the evil?"
"They should spend a little while working out a balance of the two of them. I'm mostly Bell and not Shell most of the time. We didn't want her memories to outweigh mine even though there were more of them."
Nathan nods.
"Yeah, I'll come up with the coin. Shell Bell, you wanna hit me, or should I wish up another one'a those agony beam gadgets?"
"Do you need ramp-up or can I just slam you with a hundred thousand?" Shell Bell inquires.
Bam. Unflavored. She holds for six seconds or until he says "when", since they'll want more than one for the merge as well as (possibly) the perma-minting.
He never bothered to wish himself another bandolier, so the coins appear directly in his hands, one two three fourfivesixseven before Shell's six seconds are up. He offers the whole handful to Golden.
"Thank you." (Covert declawing.) "Shell Bell, you've done a merger, perhaps you should also do this one." She wishes all but one evil onto her own bandolier and offers the other to Shell Bell. [I declawed it.]
"I'll stick around long enough for them to have their parameters worked out and then I'll do it, sure," agrees Shell Bell, tucking the evil onto her chain for the meanwhile.
"Gonna have to figure out how to square away my memories so my de-vampired Downside memories don't get completely lost against high-def surround-sound smell-o-vision," says Timer, waving a hand. "Maybe get us recall independent of vampirism like the other mint Bells have got."
"Do you want to remember being human here? Again?" asks Nathan skeptically.
"I don't see why not. We're going to fix the jealousy thing both directions, aren't we, we won't torture ourselves over - what was her name -"
"Calybrid."
"Yes, her, it won't matter, the Joker certainly doesn't mind her."
"...She's not in the -"
"I never looked her up," shrugs Timer.
"But I wasn't thinking so much of Calybrid."
"...Mmm. Okay, the kids could be a problem."
"You could put it - away, like I did with Shell's less pleasant memories," says Shell Bell. "Of which there are terribly many. They're all accessible if I want them. They don't intrude if I don't expressly invite them, and they're muted, a little, at a sort of emotional remove."