Summary: (BM/WW Wedding-fic) When Batman finally gathers the courage to ask Wonder Woman to marry him, the Dark Knight gets more than he bargained for when the entire League decided to pitch in and help plan their impending nuptials – contains fluff, random humour, a temperamental Amazon princess, drunken bachelor-party escapades, and various attempts on Superman's life!

A/N: Oh my, gosh – thank you all so much for the amazing feedback! God bless!

As a fair warning, this chapter isn't so much funny as what it is incredibly fluffy… so Bruce might come off not sounding very much like himself. But, seeing as it's needed for the progression of this story, I do not apologize for random OOC-ness!

[CHAPTER EDITED] [2012/03/25]

Disclaimer: As much as I adore these characters, I am afraid they shall never be mine.

Bridezillas & Kryptonite

01.
~Chapter One~
The Proposal

It was amazing how heavy the little black box he had in his hands suddenly felt – its appearance was simple, unassuming and yet, the contents within held a symbol with the potential to either bind hearts together forever or irrevocably shatter them.

And, truthfully, the thought terrified Bruce.

Yes, the Dark Knight, the Caped Crusader – the goddamned Batman – was scared, and it was all because of a simple question with an even simpler yes or no answer. An answer, like the ring, had the potential to change his world for the better or the worse.

Then again, maybe he was just being a tad on the paranoid side…

…Right?

Taking a deep breath, Bruce slowly opened the small box that held his mother's engagement ring, his fingers trembling slightly all the way.

The ring itself was timeless as it was elegant and was just beautiful to look at. It was the same silver ring that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Wayne family, but what made it truly unique was the single penny-sized black diamond set in the middle cut in the shape of a teardrop with smaller white diamonds bordering around it.

It was his mother's ring and unlike a certain string of pearls, Martha Wayne had not been wearing her ring that horrid night so many years ago… so, at some conscious level, Bruce felt comfortable enough to look at it without going to a dark place first.

"Well now," Alfred said as he entered the master bedroom, "there's something I haven't seen for a while."

Bruce was sitting at the foot of his bed and didn't look up at the butler as he kept staring at the ring. "I'm really going to do it, Alfred." He said. The words had come out of his mouth but he spoke them without thinking – in that instant, they just sounded… right.

Alfred nodded curtly. "Indeed you are, Master Bruce. And may I be one of the first to say it's about bloody time as well."

"Do you think she'll like it?" he asked, looking up at the man he considered to be the closest thing to a father he had.

"I suspect she will, sir. Have you given any thought as to how you are going to propose?"

He froze while his eyes widened simultaneously. Alfred, seeing this, frowned.

"…I take it by your reaction that you have not."

He didn't. Bruce hung his head and snapped the box shut. "I'm doomed, Alfred."

"Come now, sir, don't overreact. Actually, I wasn't expecting you to. In fact, I remember the time when your father had asked your mother that very same question. He, like you, had the when and the why figured out but didn't stop to think about the how." Alfred said, smiling nostalgically.

Bruce straightened up immediately. "What happened?"

"He stumbled at first – your father was on all accounts a very charismatic man, but when he asked your mother to marry him… he was so nervous, he tripped over his own words, and he even attempted to quote Shakespeare at some point, though poorly. Luckily for him, your mother realized where the conversation was going, and encouraged him to speak from his heart… and when he did, well, I'm sure you can figure out what happened next for yourself."

The heavy feeling Bruce had in his chest was lifted somewhat. "Why is it that I haven't heard you tell me this story before?" he asked.

"There was never a reason for me to, until now. So, I can only encourage you to do the same as he did." Alfred answered. "Now, stand up and take off that tie."

Bruce's eyebrow rose at the butler incredulously but stood up anyway.

"Why?" He didn't understand – his appearance was immaculate, his hair was slicked back out of his face and he wore his best charcoal grey Armani suite with a navy buttoned-down dress shirt and black tie.

"You are dressed as if you will be attending a board meeting in five minutes. I highly doubt the princess would appreciate the idea that you are treating a possible engagement like a business transaction." Alfred said, taking a step closer to Bruce and removed the tie.

"But that's not what I'm-" Bruce began.

"I know, Master Bruce, but I am only stating it from Diana's point of view. Try doing for the more personal touch, you would be amazed at how well it works." He said, undoing the first two buttons on his shirt and even reached up to stir his hair from its place.

"But what if-" Bruce trailed-off uncertainly. "This could change our lives, Alfred."

"Well, I can only speak for myself, sir, but I am rather for change. It's about due around here, don't you think?"

Bruce nodded. "You're right."

"Of course, I am." He stated stepping back, finally looking satisfied.

As if it were rehearsed, they heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll go get that." Alfred said. "In the meanwhile, take a few moments to gather your thoughts."

Bruce could only nod appreciatively.

"Oh, but before I do," Alfred said, standing over at the door, "I just want to say I'm proud of you for taking this step, Master Bruce. In all my years, I've never seen you so happy, and I sincerely hope that that will continue for many more years to come."

Bruce was touched by the butler's words and was lost for his own.

Luckily for him, there wasn't a need for anything else to be said and the look on his face must have been enough for Alfred as the butler then swept out of the room with that hopeful statement hanging in the air.

Clutching the little black box that held his mother's engagement ring tighter in his grasp, Bruce stood up and slid it into the side pocket of his jacket and walked to the door with his head held high and a frantic heart.

When Bruce reached the lobby, he was just descending the staircase leading into the lobby just in time for Alfred to answer the front door.

"Princess Diana, you look exceptionally breath-taking this fine evening." Alfred stated, standing aside so she could come inside.

Bruce could almost hear the smile in her voice. "Thank you, Alfred."

The very moment Bruce laid eyes on her, he thanked God, all of Diana's deities, and any other creative force he could think of by name that he was alive at that very moment and that he had been gifted with unimpaired vision.

She looked every bit the part of the Amazon princess. Proud, graceful and refined as always, he was sure the dress she wore could have stopped traffic at rush-hour – it was a strapless, scarlet floor-length gown that had a slit running down the side mid-thigh, she wore black high heels and had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and other than her usual silver bracelets, she wore no jewellery.

If how she looked at that moment served as any indication, it would have appeared to any outsider like he was seeing her for the first time ever. It was almost impossible to think that he and Diana had only started going out a year ago. He was as stubborn as she was persistent, and very luckily for Bruce, Diana's refusal to give up on him won out in the end.

Oh yes, Bruce was very, very happy to be alive.

When Diana looked up and saw him staring at her, she smiled at him which practically brightened the entire room.

Suddenly having developed a dry throat, when he walked up to her, her took her hand and brought it up to his lips, and ever-so-gently kissed her knuckles. "You look beautiful." He managed to say.

Alfred at that point, after closing the door behind Diana, decided to grant the two of them their privacy and slipped away as silently as any member of the Batclan.

"You look very handsome yourself," Diana complimented when he lowered their hands, both not letting go. "Is there some special occasion I need to know about?"

Bruce squeezed her hand. "We'll just have to find that out for ourselves…" he said quietly, earning himself a curious look from Diana. Without revealing much, he then lightly tugged at her hand for her to follow him.

"Where are we going?"

Bruce only smiled but didn't say anything until they arrived and stepped out into the garden. Letting go of her hand, Bruce then moved around Diana and covered her eyes.

"Bruce?" Diana asked, turning her head slightly. "What are you doing?"

"It's a surprise." He said, leaning down and planted a kiss on the base of her neck where her shoulders began. "There's somewhere special I want to take you to." He murmured against her skin.

He smirked when he felt her shiver slightly. "Okay…" she said softly and allowed him to steer her where he wanted her to go.

Eventually, a few minutes later, they arrived at the gazebo in the middle of the garden, it must have been a sign of good grace that the skies were clear and the moon, as well as a handful of stars was visible for once. Bruce had managed to set up everything by himself – from the white fairy lights that were extensively wrapped around the wooden pillars, to the hundreds of dozens of red roses and the champagne sitting chilled in an ice bucket next to a table with two chairs.

"I might have gone slightly overboard," he admitted, removing his hands from over her eyes.

It took a while since he refused Alfred's help and he had more than his fair share of cuts from rose thorns and the occasional jolt from electrical wires, but the look on Diana's face alone when she saw his handiwork was well worth the effort.

Diana shook her head. "No, this is just perfect…"

Bruce led her to the table and, in a gesture that would make Alfred proud, helped her to her seat like a gentleman.

"Champagne?" he offered. They could start of there, he would then build on that and then-

"Oh, no, thank you. We can have that later, but for now, why don't you sit down? We can talk." she suggested.

It was only with extreme control that Bruce's expression didn't betray his fleeting moment of panic and was able to act normally. "…Alright…"

When he sat down in the seat directly across from hers, Diana then reached over and covered his hand with hers. "When we spoke earlier, you made it sound like you had something important to tell me – what is it?" She said as she traced feather-light circles over his skin with her thumb.

Talk about jumping in head-first…

Bruce blinked stupidly for a moment until he regained his composure. "Ah, yes, that," he said, quickly retracting his hand from under Diana's as he then dug them into both his pockets.

It was now or never, he guessed – that was strange, he seemed to have forgotten in which side he had placed the box…

"Bruce, is everything alright…?" Diana asked, giving him a funny look.

"Oh, yes, everything's perfectly fine." Bruce lied, coming-off sounding just a little too cheerful. He mentally scolded himself, he had faced monsters, madmen and tyrants before, he even braved Paradise Island merely a few hours earlier fuelled by raw determination – why was everything suddenly so difficult?

"Are you sure…? You look distracted." She noted, her eyebrows puckering in mild concern.

Distracted! That would have been putting it mildly.

Before he could say anything else, it was at that exact moment his hand clasped around what he was looking for in his right side pocket. But just as he was about to pull it out, his fingers fumbled and the box unceremoniously from out of his grasp and onto the gazebo's floor.

Biting back a curse, he practically dived after the box and was almost under the table in search for it. Why, why, why? Why was this happening to him, now? He was making a complete fool of himself.

At this point, Diana knew something was up and she stared at the part of him that wasn't under the table absurdly. "Bruce, what's going on? What's gotten in to you?" she half-demanded.

When he did find the box, it was open and Bruce was mortified to find that the ring wasn't inside anymore.

He then heard Diana speak. "Huh…? Oh… what's this?"

Oh-no…

Slowly, cautiously getting out from under the table, he saw her lean down and picked up his mother's ring from off the ground.

Straightening up in her seat, Diana examined it carefully in the light before turning back to him.

"It's beautiful… whose ring is this?" she asked.

"I… that was one of my mother's." he said, his voice hallow.

Surprise flitted over Diana's face. "And what on earth is one of your mother's rings doing down there?"

Bruce then sighed and stood up and walked over to Diana, taking the ring from her. "I should have done this the second you walked through that door." He muttered to himself.

Diana frowned at him. "Bruce, what are you talking about?"

"It's down here, because I'm the one who brought it with me," he said and sighed again. "Diana, this was my mother's engagement ring."

When the realization dawned on her, a sudden heat spread over Diana's cheeks and was only made more distinctive when Bruce got down on one knee in front of her.

"Bruce…" she whispered, her blue eyes wide.

"Alfred said I should speak from my heart, so, I'm not exactly sure how any of this will come out. But, here goes anyway." He said and cleared his throat. "Diana, I honestly don't remember how my life was before you were in it. I was, and still am, a deeply flawed, scarred human being, and there are times I wonder why, out of everybody, anybody who you could have chosen to be with, you're here with me.

"But, with that said, I wouldn't have it any other way. I live in a very dark, corrupt world, and as much as I try and protect you from it, and how selfish I might be for exposing you to it, I see now just how much I need you light, you love, to keep fighting and to try and save it.

"So, Diana, that's why I'm willing to take the risk in asking you this – will you marry me?"

There was silence.

He waited anxiously as he read Diana's reaction. He was expecting her to be shocked, stunned into speechless by his declaration…

What he was not expecting however, was being laughed at.

All of a sudden, completely without warning, the frozen expression on Diana's face cracked and her body violently began shaking with laughter, breaking the awkward silence as it filled the air. She laughed so loudly, she had to cover her mouth with her hands – she even began crying as two fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Oh, Hera," She gasped and only laughed louder.

Bruce, however, felt like something had just punched him in the gut with a wrecking ball – he had just laid out his heart for this woman, and now she was having hysterics.

What feeling came next couldn't have been put in words and he then looked down and balled his fists, his entire body trembling slightly as he was unable to watch her laugh at him any further.

"This was a mistake." He said quietly. He should have known…

Diana, who must have heard him, then shook her head and laid her hands over his fists, stopping him from standing up.

"N-no… Bruce…" she said, giggling but caught her breath in-between each word while she gripped at his hand tighter. "It's just… I never thought the day would come… that I'd see you on your knees." She smiled.

Okay, he wasn't expecting that…

Diana stifled another giggle. "You were under a table, on your hands and knees – the look on your face when you got back up and I was holding the ring was priceless. I'm sorry, but that was the funniest thing I've ever seen before."

"But I just asked you to marry me," he said, looking away and scowled at the ground.

"And I appreciate it – that was the most heartfelt, sincerest declaration of your love I've ever heard you said to me…" she said her eyes softening as she smiled at him lovingly. "…Yes."

Bruce's head snapped up. "What?" He knew he heard her right, he just couldn't believe it.

Diana leaned down and cupped his face in her hands, bringing her lips to meet his.

After she broke the kiss prematurely, her blue eyes searched for his. "Yes, Bruce Wayne, I'll marry you." She breathed and pulled back before standing up. "May I have the ring?"

Still admittedly lightheaded from the combined might of her kiss and the elation that came from her answer, Bruce felt almost giddy when he got on his feet and slipped his mother's ring on her finger. He didn't want to sound cocky, but it was like it belonged there.

Drawing her in his arms, Diana laid her head against his chest as she held up her hand and examined the ring again.

"I wonder how I'm ever going to explain this to my mother…" she mused.

Bruce grinned wolfishly. "I already took care of that, Princess."

Diana stared up at him in surprise. "How…?" she asked before her eyes lit up. "Oh, Bruce, don't tell me."

"Don't worry it didn't turn into an international incident, but your mother did threaten to come after me personally if for whatever foolish reason I would one day have for walking away from you."

"Who else knew you were going to propose?" Diana asked curiously.

"Only Alfred, Dick, Tim and Barbara – J'onn apparently knew I was going to ask you before I even did and Clark only found out because he overheard my discussions with the Queen when he tagged along to Themyscira this afternoon."

"Is that with regular or super-hearing?" Diana asked, smiling broadly.

"Super," Bruce answered before sighing. "I have a feeling he isn't going to leave me alone tomorrow."

Diana turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "No, and he probably isn't going to be the only one – you know Kal only means well. Oh, but speaking of letting people know, I can't wait to tell Shayera about this." She said and smiled blissfully. "I'm engaged…"

Bruce in turn pulled her closer to him. "Yes, we both are. But let's leave telling people for tomorrow… right now, however…" he trailed-off, smirking again when he saw a feint blush of pink spread over Diana's cheeks.

With nothing else left to say, they kissed again, the champagne left forgotten.

In the back of Bruce's mind, after that, the rest of the evening happily just seemed to blend into one big blur after the next…

"A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous."
- Ingrid Bergmen

"You're standing at the door, I'm falling to the floor –
You look even better than you did before.
I'm staring at my feet, wondering if I can do this –
It's been a while but I couldn't forget you."

"We're sitting real close and I can feel your breath.
I wanna touch your hand but I lay back –
'Cause you know this thing could spiral in the night.
I've changed my mind – I'm ready for you this time."
- Nelly Furtado, 'Do It' Lyrics

A/N: Next chapter, the League's reaction! Also, a special guest-appearance from an infamous not-quite-hero in Gotham – a doughnut to anybody who can guess who! We have sprinkles!

I'll just state this outright, I'm not the best when it comes to writing fluff, and when I do, I tend to use chick-flicks as a source of research which then makes what I do write appear slightly cheesy (to me anyway). If that is the case in this chapter, I profoundly apologize. I'm better at writing humour anyway.

P.S. I already have an idea about this, but I need some suggestions on who should be groomsmen & bridesmaids (the shortlist of my mind already includes Clark, Dick, Wally & GL John in the groomsman department – is there a limit?).

In Response with the previous chapter's reviews:
mbembet: I'm a total fangirl of BM/WW-fics too! You just gotta love those two together! Also, thanks for being this story's very first reviewer! :D
Serena Kenobi: I'm glad you liked it! There will be more Batman/Superman-bantering in the next chapter – because, let's face it, separate, the two of them are awesome, together, they're brilliant, and hilarious (hilariously brilliant even!).
Red (Guest): You're right; Flash throwing Bruce a bachelor's party would be funny as hell!
Dougtoo: I aim to entertain (I honestly didn't mean for that to rhyme). And as to why everybody's always trying to kill Superman… I don't know… *looks around shifty-eyed* … I believe it's a conspiracy…
Goddamn Dark Knight: Thank you!
Guest: Mmm… interesting … potentially violent, dramatic… very interesting indeed – I'll see what I can do! I'm not so sure about the Mercy jumping out of a cake part, though that could be arranged.
Marmite Jones: Thanks, I'll try and not take too long before updating again!
PhoenixRose76: I hope I didn't disappoint in this chapter!

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Until next time
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