I realized that I only posted this on tumblr back in the summer. Hopefully it's decent enough to see the light of day here!

I do not own Young Justice or any DC characters.

For their wedding, Oliver and Dinah Queen had two receptions. The first one was stiff and formal. All the businessmen Oliver once knew and their families attended, and he hated it.

The second one was much better, with the entire League and the team invited. There were no missions today, no threat to the universe, which everyone took as a much needed reprieve from their day jobs. Dinah was seated next to her husband as they ate dinner, and she looked around the room.

She saw Wally dressed in a black suit and flirting with Artemis. As one of the bridesmaids, Artemis wore an emerald green gown and her blonde hair down.

M'Gann was in her Green Martian form tonight, and she couldn't be happier with Conner by her side. Dinah smirked when she observed Conner clenching his fists at the sight of a poor boy trying to talk to his girlfriend.

Dick, miraculously, was sitting in a table surrounded by young ladies. Zatanna was leaning on his right shoulder, glaring at her tablemates who tried to pull a move on her boyfriend, but Dick's arm around her waist reassured her that she has nothing to fear.

"Oliver, how did Dick end up in a table full of girls?" Dinah questioned her husband. Oliver only shrugged.

Roy was sitting to the newlyweds' right, brooding as always. However, when a woman the couple didn't recognize sauntered up to him and whispered something in his ear, Roy blushed harder than the red boutonniere on his tuxedo. The woman grabbed Roy's hand in her tan ones and disappeared into the shadows.

"Did you really think allowing Cheshire in was a good idea, Dinah?" Oliver asked.

"What's wrong with it? She made him stop moping for the night," Dinah answered with mirth in her eyes.

Soon, the married couple danced together, something they haven't done in a long time. When they were dating, Oliver always backed away from the dance floor, arguing that his upper body muscles were better in shape than the ones in his legs. Tonight, though, they didn't care.

Everyone was at the dance floor, grooving and jiving to whatever's blasting on the speakers. Everything was all right.