Disclaimer: Not ours- Except Dusty. DC owns the rest.

Disclaimer 2: None of the songs mentioned are ours either. They belong to their respective artists. Song choices came from '13 Alternative Processional Songs for the Bride's Entrance'.

Notes: What happens when you put InvisibleBrunette and Bluejay on a joint-writing project? Cheeeeessse. In the meantime, I recommend listening to Hopipolla. It's really moving. The mash-up of 'Hopipolla' and 'Longing to Belong' doesn't exist, but I sure would like to hear those songs together.

Notes2: The artwork for this fic is actually a lineart I found made by Drew Johnson on Deviantart that I colored. You can find it at: .com (slash) art (slash) Happy-Ending-color-work-197104002 [Or, you can just look for my DA account name: sillue and search through my gallery for 'Happy Ending-color work']

1Superman4Me: Well, I hope you like the rest of the fic too :)

Guest: Unfortunately, this entire fic is all gen, no battle scenes or crises to happen. I tried entertaining the idea of having the event crashed by a villain but couldn't stand all the death-glares the entire Batfamily gave me (even Alfred gave me one! T_T )


Wedding guests mingled in their suits and gowns, filling the air with chatter. They each broke off their conversations to give the groom their congratulations when he arrived with his family - the head of the family had to graciously accept a few congratulations as well from several of the more glitzy guests. Only the alert eyes of the second youngest of the family - Damian wouldn't tolerate any detail being less than perfect for his favorite brother - caught each wince from Bruce Wayne as though he was saying 'Congratulate my son, not me. I'm not the one getting married.'

But when the groom's party had arrived, it didn't take long before the wedding planners hurried through the large crowds to ask everyone to take their seats. Two of the planners quickly gathered the entourage into two lines by the Church's front doors, the males on one side and the females on the other. Then either planner stood by the front of the lines, ready to guide the entourage as to their entrance cues.

A minute later as soon as everyone had settled, piano keys sounded over the speakers, playing the starting notes of Sigur Ros' Hopipolla.

One of Barbara's young cousins confidently strode down the aisle, her basket of rose petals swinging beside her. She scattered petals all over the Church's rich red carpet, grinning widely all the while.

The piano changed to a higher pitch and was joined by several string instruments and a synthesizer in a rousing melody.

Next in line came Dusty, carrying a velvet pillow with the rings perched on top. The small diamonds in the rings sparkled even from far away and Dusty bore the precious things in all seriousness.

The song rose with more instruments, including drums, joining in. A small choir of voices started singing. While the language was mostly Icelandic and majority of the guests wouldn't understand the lyrics, everyone agreed that it was a stirring song to listen to.

After Dusty, Garth and Zinda walked towards the altar, their postures stiff and formal, followed by Roy and Helena who were not-so-subtly darting evil looks at the other once in a while.

Still in Icelandic, the choir sang powerfully, their voice carrying throughout the Church.

Next in the procession was the Matron of honor, Dinah, and the Best man, Wally, walking arm-in-arm, and grinning like fools.

Once the bridesmaids and groomsmen were lined up, all eyes turned to the elegant double doors at the back of the church. The song fell, instruments becoming silent until it was only the piano again with the choir becoming a single voice dropping into a murmur. Then the starting strings of Eddie Vedder's Longing to Belong joined the song.

'I'm falling harder than I've ever fell before...'

The Church doors opened as the song started building up again.

Other instruments took up the Hopipolla with the choir joining in, reaching a crescendo as the afternoon sunlight shone into the Church.

And there sat Barbara in her wedding dress, her veil falling softly down to just above her ankles. Her father, Jim Gordon, stood behind her looking dashing and formal in a suit and tie instead of his much favored trench coat. He gently pushed her wheelchair down the aisle, his gait steady though his eyes looked a little red-rimmed.

The Hopipolla continued on, its melody blending with the voice that sang in a triumphant,

' 'cause all my time is spent here longing to belong to you.'

The bride and her father continued on amidst the occasional flash of a camera. Wedding photographers discreetly rushed to take the best angled shots of the two of them. When they were nearly to the altar, some of the guests turned their attention forwards to where the groom stood waiting with his family behind him. And the groom was looking mightily floored. His blue eyes were dazed and he had the goofiest grin anyone had ever seen as he watched his beautiful bride approach.

'And when the time is right, I hope that you'll respond...' The voice descended into a softer, crooning tone.

Jim exchanged handshakes with Dick first, before Bruce Wayne stepped forward to shake hands with him as well. Then Dick took Barbara's hands as both fathers gently guided the wheelchair to a spot before the altar and Dick took his place beside Barbara.

'I may be dreaming but I'm longing to belong to you.'

The priest smiled at the couple presented to him as the last notes of the music fell away. Then he raised his arms and began, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony..."

The ceremony was short and though both Dick and Barbara were lapsed Catholics, they still remembered the proper responses and listened attentively to the priest's homily. The Church choir took up the songs for the service in a beautiful blend of voices that echoed through the Church.

Finally, the priest announced, "You may now kiss the bride."

And Dick was lifting the veil from Barbara's face. Her face was turned up towards him in anticipation as he leaned in. She saw a brief flash of his mischievous smile and then he was bending down to pick her up from her chair; dress, veil, flowers, and all.

"Dick, what are you-"

"I've been waiting years for this," he was smiling that smile at her, the one that had her heart skip a beat. Her face was still turned up towards him despite the now shorter distance between them. And for him, it was a simple matter of leaning close and giving her a kiss that she swore she felt all the way to her paralyzed toes.

It was just him and her in that moment; his blue eyes, his bright smile. Her cheeks were burning from her smiling so much. Laughter wanted to bubble up out of her mouth. She knew he was holding her in his arms but at that moment, she felt weightless and floating. It was a moment she'll treasure forever.

But the world refused to be ignored. The cheers and applause started out faint but gradually grew in volume when Barbara started to realize they weren't alone. Still, she found that she couldn't erase the smile from her face because the ceremony was done. She was married. And her new husband was carrying her in his arms, ready to start a new family. Together.