They sure are dating, and Ginko sure did say that.
At first, Joker laughs off the beginning of Ginko's words and his partial agreement to all his flash and attention grabbing. Yeah, no one can deny that part of him, can they? And it's probably only fitting that someone who's spent his career in the spotlight now has a different sort of light attached to him.
Except then he keeps going. Joker keeps his eyes locked down at where Ginko's hand meets the light, because it seems the safer option than looking up at him as he says that. Being flexible, literally and metaphorically, has always been something he's prided himself about... but it seems strangely different hearing it come out of Ginko's mouth. As the other man finishes, Joker rattles off a quiet laugh for lack of better idea of how to respond-
The light suddenly snaps.
It happens so quickly that it's hard to describe the process, honestly, only that it's almost like a match suddenly flaring to life. Those sparks suddenly sparking, flowing, flickering into a proper flame of a shape... That same sort of process goes all throughout the light, starting from the should and going down the rest. Flaring, solidifying, nearly a wave of energy and motion until it rolls to Ginko's hand....
Where another hand is now curled around his, fingers slotted inbetween the gaps of his own.
Joker doesn't have anything to say. He just stares blankly.
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At first, Joker laughs off the beginning of Ginko's words and his partial agreement to all his flash and attention grabbing. Yeah, no one can deny that part of him, can they? And it's probably only fitting that someone who's spent his career in the spotlight now has a different sort of light attached to him.
Except then he keeps going. Joker keeps his eyes locked down at where Ginko's hand meets the light, because it seems the safer option than looking up at him as he says that. Being flexible, literally and metaphorically, has always been something he's prided himself about... but it seems strangely different hearing it come out of Ginko's mouth. As the other man finishes, Joker rattles off a quiet laugh for lack of better idea of how to respond-
The light suddenly snaps.
It happens so quickly that it's hard to describe the process, honestly, only that it's almost like a match suddenly flaring to life. Those sparks suddenly sparking, flowing, flickering into a proper flame of a shape... That same sort of process goes all throughout the light, starting from the should and going down the rest. Flaring, solidifying, nearly a wave of energy and motion until it rolls to Ginko's hand....
Where another hand is now curled around his, fingers slotted inbetween the gaps of his own.
Joker doesn't have anything to say. He just stares blankly.