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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[manofmyword]

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—

[yourheartstrings]

—changes.

[temporal_affairs]

Nathan -

Blinks.

"Babe?"

[yourheartstrings]

"Whatcha think?"

The voice is almost the same, maybe a little smoother. The face is almost the same.

The body, less so.

Same height, though, almost exactly.

[temporal_affairs]

"I think I'm confused?" he ventures. "Would expect that either this'd be the first thing one would do on getting magic powers, or not on the to-do list at all."

[yourheartstrings]

The Joker shrugs.

(The scars stayed, too.)

"I only just thought of it."

[temporal_affairs]

"Huh. You know, I thought I was straight - albeit a pretty low-key kind of straight that wasn't getting much exercise since turning, but, you remember, the erstwhile wife and kids - till I met you, and then I figured I wasn't, and now I'm not sure what little box to check on the census form."

[yourheartstrings]

"Oh, sweetie," she says fondly. "Can't help ya there. But if I'm still hot either way, I think that's a clue."

[temporal_affairs]

"Very," agrees Nathan. "Very-very-very."

[yourheartstrings]

"Sooo," she says, "if I wanted to take the new body for a spin...?"

[temporal_affairs]

She doesn't have to suggest this twice.

[yourheartstrings]

What if she wants to do it again immediately afterward?

[temporal_affairs]

It's possible Nathan will still beat her to making the suggestion!

[yourheartstrings]

She loves him so very very much.

[temporal_affairs]

It's extremely mutual.

[yourheartstrings]

Eventually, after many repetitions, she conjures a snuggly blanket and curls up with him on the floor. Finding some comfortable furniture to cuddle on just seems way too much like work.

[temporal_affairs]

[yourheartstrings]

"Love you," she murmurs, pillowing her head on his shoulder. It is not very pillowy, but she likes it anyway.

[temporal_affairs]

"Love you forever, babe."

[yourheartstrings]

"How are you this snuggly without being even a tiny bit squishable?" she wonders.

[temporal_affairs]

"No idea."

[yourheartstrings]

"Well, I like it."

Snugglesnuggle.

[temporal_affairs]

"Good. I have very little memory of what it felt like to be a squishy fleshy thing like you -" (poke, poke) "and don't know if I'd like it, were you disposed to magic me that way."

[yourheartstrings]

"We could try it sometime," he says idly, wriggling playfully when Nathan pokes him. "If you want. See if it's fun."

[temporal_affairs]

"I don't think I'd like being squished, the way you do," Nathan points out.