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Guy had been gone for two whole weeks, space stuff always took him some time to come back and for this reason Bacchus made himself home by trying on clothes he wouldn't in normal conditions, he always prioritized the owner of the apartment. Thus, his choice of wearing the sweater and stockings.

His flirt had some naivety in it, a sort of comment on his speechlessness when walking in and seeing him in that attire, the blond didn't expect the bigger man to actually take action.

Bacchus heard for all his life that he was undesirable and it played a part on his point of view over his own image, so to feel his roommate approach him and touch his body like that, with those words, had his heart racing, cheeks quickly took on shades of pink and he pressed his legs together a bit, trembling.

It was late at night that Guy came back to their shared flat and it scared Bacchus to his core, he thought it was those people who kept him trapped in a glass room for months until the facility exploded. Yes, they taught him a lot, but they also treated him as less than a human, like an experiment to be observed. He didn't like that, so it was no surprise that he got to the front door with a butcher's knife held on one hand behind his back while the other turned the doorknob to open it.

The cutting tool was thrown to the side the same moment he saw Guy all hurt, his arms opened and the small body was quick to try to give the heavier man some support, which came in the form of passing one of his arms over his own small shoulders and taking him to the couch.

His green and blue eyes flashed a sharp gaze up when he heard the question about his skills and a cute pout formed on his lips. "Just try to stay still. I will get the kit."

Few moments later he was back and already on it, cleaning the wounds with careful tapping of gauzes, spraying disinfectants over the areas and, when necessary, stitching the skin back together with delicate but firm and precise hands, didn't even look like he minded the blood on his figertips. The whole process shouldn't hurt too, as Bacchus inately used his healing ability to numb the areas where he had to stitch the skin and some of the others weren't as badly damaged.

John knew how the rest of them saw him. Hell most of what they said wasn’t even all that wrong. Least now from what he knew or heard anyway. Still getting little moments like this could be a pain in the ass. He thought it was a simple enough question. Didn’t know he was going to have to deal with the bullshit that came with getting an answer.

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“Guy is a wonderful friend! He’s attentive and kind and he takes me to fancy restaurants so we can exploit the system and eat as much food as we want. What more could a clown ask for? And he actually cares about what I say. I can tell from the way he converses with me. Not even Batsy cares about what I say this much, but that’s only because Guy didn’t know who I actually am.

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“Giggles,” Guy kicked in the clown’s door, arms crossing when he spotted the other man. He’s still not sure how this friendship formed. He’s still unsure when they traded numbers and addresses, nor when they began to hang out with each other on the regular, but somehow they did (and Guy prefers not to think about it).

“There’s a special couples dinner event happening, but you gotta have the ring to get the deal,” he waved his wedding ring, with a fake wedding band on it, “Come be my fake fiance so we can get the food,” he tossed another fake wedding band to Giggles, “And refusing is not an option. We’re doing this, as part of the bro-code.”

Joker’s hand was already on the straight razor in his pocket when he realized who’d barged into his home. He perked up, a wide smile stretching across his face. “Guy!” He casually took his hand out of his pocket, and bounded up to his new friend.

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"Is it even possible? You are a space cop. Wherever you go I am sure you would have something to do and someone or something after you." Bacchus was shocked with the idea. "And let us not forget I am the last of my kin for all I know, so it would be dangerous for myself too, right? There must be some lunatic who would love to have a specimen like me for pet or for dissection."

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“Wha- how dare you, Giggles!”

“That’s so fucking rude,” he wiped the tomato from his face, scowling at the clown. What a bitch. A giant bitch. “And here I thought we were becoming friends.”

“But I used a tomato because we’re friends! If we weren’t, I would’ve used an apple.” Joker trotted up to the other man, and reached to hold Guy’s hands.

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