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Notes: Another new addition to this AU-verse of ours. This is something for all of you who liked a little romance in fics.


"What sort of theme would you like, Ms. Gordon, Mr. Wayne?" the wedding planner's face held polite interest but Barbara thought she detected a little eagerness in the woman's eyes. But she kept the snort to herself as she remembered how snooty the woman had looked when Barbara first entered the office.

All that changed, of course, when Dick strolled in and charmed the haughtiness out of the woman...and then he identified himself.

"What sort of themes have you done?" Barbara asked similarly politely and was handed a catalogue of weddings the planner had worked. She wouldn't let how the woman's piranha attitude made her want to leave and search out another wedding planner just out of spite.

"She came highly recommended by the Handelsons and Gunnessons," Dick had told her on the way to the planner's office. "In fact, they couldn't imagine anyone else planning their cousins' weddings."

And Barbara, to keep from curbing Dick's enthusiasm, kept her comments to herself and went along the trip. Of course, now that she'd seen and met with the 'highly recommended' wedding planner, she made a mental note to herself to tell Dick not to listen to the recommendations given by Bruce's society 'friends.' In fact, she mentally added, remind self not to completely rely on Dick's choices. Men. The last was tacked on with a sigh.

"Yes, the fantasy theme is a popular choice for our clients," the planner said, mistaking the sigh for awe instead of the exasperation Barbara felt. The woman delicately flipped a couple of pages to show pictures of beautiful settings, extravagant decors, and toothpaste commercial-worthy grins. "We've had weddings where we released butterflies by the Church doors, rose petal-covered carpets, replica sakura trees tastefully placed around the reception area, even beautiful flower arrangements in tall porcelain vases as table centerpieces that the guests could take home as souvenirs."

All for a low, low price of one million, four hundred thirty eight thousand, and small change. Barbara thought to herself. She flipped to another page that held photos of lush greenery, flowing fabrics, and...are those sparkles? "And what about this one?"

"Ah, our fairytale theme. We have a range of pearlized powders to achieve the subtle sparkle you see..." and the planner waxed on and on about even more decadent expenses.

Barbara glanced at her husband-to-be out of the corner of her eye and nearly burst out laughing. He had a smile on his face but that was a mask for the completely-bored-out-of-his-mind look in his eyes that only people who knew him well could see. Well, if the groom isn't impressed, then the bride won't be either.

"We'll have to think about our choice, Allison," Barbara told the planner, gently flipping the catalogue closed and pushing it back. "Thank you for your time."

"Of course," the woman smiled widely as though she knew she'd won their patronage. Barbara didn't bother to hint that neither she nor Dick was coming back.

"Sooo," Dick drawled as he climbed into the car after settling the wheelchair in the backseat. "Have you decided on what the theme is?"

"Actually," she gave him the most innocent smile that she could, "I've a few ideas even before we came here."

"Yeah?" he grinned at her before turning his attention back to the road. "What have you decided?"

"Hmm. It depends."

"On?"

"You remember who the Handelsons and the Gunnessons are, right?"

He gave her a confused glance as he answered, "Sure, they're Bruce's friends-"

"Correction: they're Brucie's friends."

"What does that have to do with..." The furrows on his forehead eased as realization dawned and his smile quickly turned sheepish. "Oh, right. They're some of Bruce's snooty friends."

"Oh, they're not as snooty as others," Barbara teased him, "But seriously, what made you think to follow their recommendation?"

"Well, they... I mean, I..." He ducked his head briefly in shame but kept driving. "Alright, so I was only thinking I don't know any wedding planners and they were the only ones to recommend someone."

Barbara blew out an exasperated sigh. "Men."

"Okay! So it wasn't my best idea!"

"That's not the only 'best' idea you've ever come up with, Adult Wonder," she gave him a stern look and then relented as she took his hand that was on the gear shift. "Let me search out a wedding planner we could both be happy with, alright? It should be easy for Oracle to find someone."

Dick sighed and squeezed her hand. "Okay. I'll leave it up to Oracle then. But I still get some say in the decisions!"

"Dick," she entwined her fingers with his. "We promised each other 'together', didn't we?"

For a brief second, he gave her the charming grin that had her heart skipping a beat. "Yes, we did. Together."

"Good." She turned to face the road in front of them but kept her hand in his except for when he needed to shift gears. "By the way, it's spring."

"What?"

"The theme for our wedding. It's spring."