This is mostly wedding/honeymoon fluff. (Though technically, they don't get to the actual destination yet. Next chapter, I promise!) Anyway, I'm trying to work up the courage for some bad things to happen to them. I just love James and Alice so much! Enjoy!

The enveloped contained 100,000 dollars, cash. I almost hyperventilated. I took a few deep breaths, and finally someone knocked on my door. It was time. I was walking myself down the isle. My father could not, for plainly obvious reasons, be there. And I did not want to replace him. Because I felt that I didn't need him. He had never been a big part in my life, except to inflict pain. Why let him come? Then there was that little fact that he couldn't, of course. It was impossible. And I was OK. The march began and Laura walked in front of me. I studied her footsteps. She looked graceful. I wanted to look that way. There were more people in the church than I had imagined there would be. It was almost half full. Laura had taken much personal liberty in the plans. That was ok. As I begun to walk, I kept my eyes on the thing that matter the most. James. Standing in front of the church, waiting to make himself mine forever. This was no light commitment for either of us. This was it. The final step. As silly as we both were, this was the most serious thing I had ever done.

Looking into his eyes, as he looked back, I felt heat all through me. He was mine. I was his. I didn't know I was crying until I was forced to repeat my vows, but I got them out anyway. My, "I do." sounded clearer and more certain than anything I had ever said, as did his. No hint of a smile, no chuckle. Nothing was on my mind but him. Not how nervous I was that all these people were here. Not Bruce. Not my father. Not where we were going after this. Just me and him, right in that moment. The preacher pronounced us "Mr and Mrs. Robinson". James leaned in and gave me a kiss. A perfect kiss. Which only made the moment better.

"Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson." he whispered, and we laughed together. He licked his lips quickly before we turned to the audience, then walked down the isle. I had fought with Laura endlessly, and had gotten the reception down to only two hours long. It was at the local town hall. James and I took a car to the back of the town hall, and I changed into a shorter blue dress for the reception, and for leaving after.

"How long did you say we were going to have to be here?" he asked, kissing me.

"Two hours."

"How about an hour and a half? Boat to catch."

"Boat? Where are we going?"

"You'll see." he winked. The party was small, and I spent most of my time wrapped in James' arms, swaying across the dance floor. People congratulated us and gave us gifts, lovely house gifts. When it was over, we said goodbye, left the cleaning to everyone else. That definitely felt good.

"Tell me where were going." I begged as we drove to the nearest port, everything we needed in the back of the car. He had sold the cabin, without my knowing. Not only was this a honeymoon, it was our new home. For a while, at least. Husband and wife... I shook my head. Unbelievable. They loaded our entire car onto the boat, which amazed me to no end. It was a couple day trip to wherever we were going, James covered my ears as they told him about it. They showed us to our room, first class at that!

"James, this is so nice! How can we afford it?"

"I kept some."

"How much is some?" I raised an eyebrow.

"A few million." he shrugged. I gasped, and wondered where he was keeping it. But he probably had it all figured out. It was then that I remembered the envelope.

"Bruce came by, before the wedding." I said, standing in the doorway to the bathroom as he sat on the bed, smiling at me.

"Oh, did he?"

"Yeah. Gave me this." I held up the present.

"What is it?"

"100,000. Cash."

"How nice of him." James smiled, seeming un phased.

"I'm gonna go change."

"Alright, Alice." he smiled. I closed the bathroom door, and took a few deep breaths. This was my honeymoon. No thoughts of anything but James and I. Though it wouldn't technically be our 'first time', it felt like it. Our first time married. I took out all the pins in my hair and let it hang, then put on a nice bra and underwear set I had bought.

No. I wont go into details about the night.

In the morning, I woke before James did, my head on his chest. Up and down, up and down in a steady rhythm. I matched my breathing to his.

"Morning." he said when he woke up. I leaned up on one elbow, looking down at him. He had never looked better to me then he did in that moment. The scars didn't matter. I thought he was handsome. And amazingly enough, he had managed to keep his body in excellent shape through the years.

"Good morning."

"What am I making for breakfast?" he asked.

"Ordering, you mean."

"Oh, right." he laughed, "What am I ordering?"

"I'd like a waffle."

"Make it two." he said, and called it in. It arrived minutes later, piping hot. Fresh off the...waffle iron. We ate in silence, enjoying the view and the food.

"Where are we going?" I asked. I was still unaware.

"Somewhere...nice."

"Nice? Well, that narrows it down."

"Somewhere nice and...old."

"Old?"

"Yeah. Old. Well," he thought for a moment, "yeah, old."

"Well, Sherlock Holmes, your clues are impeccable!"

"I'm good with clues." he winked, obviously a nod to his criminal mastermind.

"Right, right." I said, setting our dishes back on the tray, and placing the tray outside our room. We debated on what to do. There were so many activities and such on the upper deck, but as newleyweds...it was tempting to say in our room all day. We decided against the latter, and went to sit by the pool. I hoped people wouldn't stare at his scars, or recognize him. But it had been so long since the Joker had been pronounced dead, and I had caught a story on the news about a new criminal terrorizing Gotham called "The Penguin". As most stories do, the story of the Joker had died. Turning to legend everywhere except Gotham. He looked very, very good in his swimming trunks, almost making me regret the decision to leave the room. On the upper deck, there was a surprisingly small amount of people around the pool. As we sat down, me laying on the chair, James sitting between my feet at the end, I once again found myself laughing about our lives. About who I was married to. About how...normal things were becoming. And I felt the dread that I could never push away, that things wouldn't always be this easy.

"What's funny?" he turned to me.

"Just...I'm just happy." I sat up, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Aren't we all." he winked.

If you guys have any ideas, any at all, for plot twists, I'm totally open. And if you want me to put you or your character on the cruise, I totally will! Review, review, review!