Okay but can Taylor please be absolutely determined to make a good little Thanksgiving dinner, so while J's at 'work' she wakes up, tidies the house. Gets all pretty, violet lacy dress and her hair done up as fancy as she can manage, cooks all day using recipes on Google and when J gets home he's thrilled. Makes sure to butter her up real good about how great it all looks, tells her she's the best little chef, and they both have a sudden moment of remembering when she was little and she 'cooked' for him? Her still trying to be a good little wife and serve him dinner, and it makes him fondly nostalgic. They eat and Taylor tells him all the things shes thankful for, starting with him, of course. Followed by sweet little things like her colored pencils and her stuffed otter and pretty weather and animals and he just keeps getting reminded of baby Taylor and how precious she was and still is. Then maybe after dinner he holds her on the couch, movie on in the background. They take a nap on the couch, sleepy from the turkey. Idk im sorry if it seems out of character I just loved that moment between them
Are you this same anon? If you are, I swear, it's like you have access to my computer or are reading my mind. I've written a scene so similar to what you've just described (minus the cute Thanksgiving stuff... even though I adore all of that). But, specifically him reminiscing about when she had played "house" with him when she was little and cooked for him... just last week I wrote that scene into our upcoming chapter eleven. I can't wait to share that bit. This chapter has a lot of Clockwork flashbacks -- particularly the Joker reminiscing on things that Taylor used to say or things she did as a little baby. Those scenes always melt my heart, aaaah. :')
But I ADORE your headcanon! I especially love the idea of them snuggled up on the couch in a post-Thanksgiving dinner haze, some Christmas movie playing in the background, maybe It's A Wonderful Life (remember that from Clockwork, too?!)
There's a candle burning on the coffee table next to the homemade apple pie that Taylor made -- they were eating it right out of the glass pan, and now only two crisscrossed forks and the half-eaten pie remain. She's snuggled up between his legs -- her preferred position -- laying on her side, her cheek on his chest, close to his heart.
Her eyes keep fluttering shut during the movie -- and Mr. J absently stroking her hair certainly isn't helping -- but she keeps jerking herself awake because she doesn't want to miss the movie. Plus, she's just so happy and content, and she doesn't want to miss a second of it by falling asleep.
She thinks she hears him chuckle the fourth time it happens, the way she jolts awake with a small gasp. All that food made her so sleepy -- but they still have to play the board games she found in the attics, and eat more pie and drink hot cocoa and then there's all the food to put away.
She startles a little when Mr. J shifts. Afraid he's going to get up, she suddenly clings to him with all her strength, wrapping all her limbs around him. She slides a little farther down as he shifts up, so her head rests on his abdomen, her arms wound around his lower back.
"Don't go," she murmurs.
