But Nathan doesn't complain at all when the Joker decides to lounge around the house in beautiful evening gowns, or cook himself elaborate meals at three in the morning while wearing a frilly floral apron.

And the Joker doesn't complain at all when his clothes are regularly ruined in the course of their sex life. If he likes something enough, he'll repair it by hand or by magic; if not, he'll shrug and throw it out.

It's after one such repair effort, a short white dress torn in half last night and now stitched back together with bright red thread, that the Joker holds the garment in his lap and strokes it contemplatively for a moment, and then—