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]

"Yep!"

[temporal_affairs]

Pounce.

[yourheartstrings]

Ooooooooh, she's missed him getting rough with her.

He's paying attention to when it'd be a good time to quit having sex, right? Because his mate definitely isn't.

[temporal_affairs]

He's got a mental note up to start checking for that in about... seven hours. Half-vamps sleep like metaphorical babies for a minimum of eight.

He checks after seven hours, and says, "Forty-five minute warning, babe," at the next lull in activity.

[yourheartstrings]

"I can think of lots to do with forty-five minutes," the Joker says with a grin.

Her turn to pounce!

[temporal_affairs]

They use their forty-five minutes productively! And then there is time to get into clothes and for the Joker to heal any injuries she'd been hanging onto and conjure up some bubbly for the baby.

Kerron wakes up right on schedule and says, "Eee."

[yourheartstrings]

"Hi, cutie," says the Joker, leaning over the crib to give the baby a good-morning kiss.

[temporal_affairs]

"Eeeeeee," says Kerron.

"Morning, kiddo," Nathan says, scooping up the baby, narrowly avoiding getting bitten, and popping the end of a glass bottle of bubbly into Kerron's mouth. Kerron approves and downs the entire bottle in about a minute with a blissful expression on his face.

[yourheartstrings]

"Awwwwwww," says the Joker.

[temporal_affairs]

"Half-vampires are about two steps up from pet rocks in maintenance. Feed once daily, do not psychologically scar," Nathan says, and he tosses Kerron and catches him a couple of times, to Kerron's immense amusement.

[yourheartstrings]

She cracks up.

[temporal_affairs]

"Whoooo's easy to take care of? Izzit you?" Nathan asks, catching Kerron and holding him eye-level, arm's length. "I think it's you!" He hands the baby over to the Joker.

[yourheartstrings]

"Awwww little munchkin," she says, giggling and hugging the baby, and then hugging Nathan too for good measure.

[temporal_affairs]

"Aaaaah," agrees Kerron, and he bites at the Joker's arm.

[yourheartstrings]

She wishes herself impermeable before the teeth connect, and then lets him chew on her ineffectually.

[temporal_affairs]

He appears to find her a highly satisfactory chew-toy.

"Half-vampires don't become -" Nathan does a swirled-finger gesture in the direction of his own head. "Anything in particular in response to the taste of human blood, any more than human children do if allowed to eat cake. If that's what has you concerned and not something else."

[yourheartstrings]

"No, it'd just be weird to have my kid getting his teeth in me," she explains.

[temporal_affairs]

"Fair enough."

"Um-num-um-num," Kerron says around the Joker's wrist, "raaaaa."

"God, that's cute," Nathan says.

[yourheartstrings]

"It iiiis."

She cuddles the baby and leans against Nathan for hugs.

[temporal_affairs]

She can have hugs. She can have all the hugs she wants.

[yourheartstrings]

Mmm.

[manofmyword]

Hugs.

[temporal_affairs]

"Wuh," says Kerron in mild surprise, and then he settles back down comfortably.

"...Would've expected that to throw him a little more," muses Nathan.

[manofmyword]

The Joker shrugs. "I'm still pretty much the same, right?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Maybe he'd be more weirded out if he nursed," shrugs Nathan. "I have no test cases to go on here."

"Amumumumum," Kerron says, still gnawing on his chewtoy.

"Why yes!" says Nathan. "That is your mum. Sort of." Pause. "What shall we have him calling us?"