so very dapper

[temporal_affairs]

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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[yourheartstrings]

"...What's up, sweetie?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Do you want to have a child?"

[yourheartstrings]

"I don't know," she says, shrugging again. "Haven't thought about it. Do you?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Had some. I think they were mine." Pause. "They were there when I woke up from turning, babe."

[yourheartstrings]

She puts down the frying pan she just got out of the cupboard, turns back to Nathan, and hugs him.

"Oh, sweetie."

[temporal_affairs]

He hugs her back. "I didn't know you'd - if I'd - I wasn't trying to knock you up."

[yourheartstrings]

"I know, hon," she says. "I love you. I'm sorry about your kids."

[temporal_affairs]

"I'm not sure they were mine. They looked like me, but. I can't remember."

[yourheartstrings]

"It's still sad," she says, hugging him some more.

[temporal_affairs]

"Yeah." He hugs her back. "...If you want to keep it, if it's even there and this isn't just a stray craving for French toast and me being paranoid, then the standard procedure is C-section three weeks along."

[yourheartstrings]

"That's fast," she comments. "And I don't know what I think yet."

[temporal_affairs]

"They're very fast," agrees Nathan. "If you don't do a C-section they chew their way out at about one month."

[yourheartstrings]

"That sounds messy."

[temporal_affairs]

"Yes. Also, fatal in all known cases."

[yourheartstrings]

"We can do it the other way, then," she shrugs. "I wouldn't want you to worry."

[temporal_affairs]

"So you do want it," he says.

[yourheartstrings]

"Still not sure yet. But if I keep the kid, yeah, we can take 'em out early."

[temporal_affairs]

"Okay."

[yourheartstrings]

...

More hugs.

[temporal_affairs]

"Weren't you craving French toast," Nathan says weakly, but he hugs her.

[yourheartstrings]

She waves a hand. "I unhungried myself," she says. "I want to be hugging you more than I want to be eating."

[temporal_affairs]

He hugs her tighter.

(But avoids putting pressure on her belly.)

[yourheartstrings]

"I love you, honey," she murmurs into his shoulder.

[temporal_affairs]

"I love you, babe."

[yourheartstrings]

Snuggggggggle.