A/N: I'M FREEEEEEEEEEE! I've officially finished university. Eeeeeeeeeek! Oh, and thank you for the reviews hee hee!

Tomorrow

"So...nervous?" Clark asked, his tone far too light.

Bruce didn't have to think about his answer. "No."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Huh."

The surprise in his answer was irritating. "Why do you sound so shocked?"

"It's a big deal, you have to admit," his friend pointed out.

Bruce disagreed. "Not really. We already live together."

"Yeah, but come tomorrow evening-"

"Nothing except her name will have changed." A brief, genuine smile crossed his face. "I love her, you know."

Clark chuckled. "Well yeah, that much has been obvious for years now."

"Obvious? How?"

"I realised when you suddenly stopped flirting with her. You only flirt with women you don't care about."

"...huh. You know me better than I thought you did."

A sly smile crossed Superman's face. "Finding the truth is my job you know."

"True."

A knock on the door. "Uh, bride needs to see the groom."

Clark blinked at Shayera. "She can't. It's bad luck."

"It's worse luck if her cold feet get the better of her," she pointed out. She held out a strip of black material. "I brought a blindfold; you won't see her, but seriously, you gotta talk her down. Audrey's trying and failing now."

"Audrey?" That got Bruce out of his chair and toward the door in about the same time Flash could have managed. A few minutes later (after Shayera had caught him and tied the blindfold forcibly around his head), he pushed on the door.

"Princess?"

Audrey's accented voice greeted him. "She's in the bathroom, darling, and she hasn't come out in the last ten minutes."

"Could you give us a few minutes?" he asked.

"Of course."

He heard her exit the room, and he took the blindfold off once the door was shut. He didn't believe in luck. Crossing to the bathroom door, he took comfort in the fact that at least he gn couldn't hear crying. He knocked softly. "Diana?"

"Bruce?"

"It's me. Come out, Audrey's gone."

"But it's bad luck the night before-"

"Princess, just come out."

There was a pause, and then the door unlocked. Diana's face was free from the traces of tears, but she was biting her bottom lip nervously. "I only went in there to get away from the others. Needed some time to think."

He pushed down his trepidation and took her hand, pulling her over to sit on the couch. "What conclusion did you arrive at?"

She looked down. "That...I've changed my mind."

He let go of her hand. "About marrying me?" he asked, voice tight.

When she turned his face to hers, her smile was tender, her kiss just as so. "Never about that. I meant...about the whole big wedding thing."

He blinked. He'd have been quite happy with a small family-only wedding — it had been Diana who insisted she wanted to do things properly 'according to Man's World tradition'. He'd gone along with it because it was what she wanted.

Diana sighed and looked away. "I suppose it's too late to cancel now though. It's tomorrow after all."

"No it isn't," he corrected gently. "It's what best men and maids of honour are for, after all."

A smile lit up her face, and she took his face between her hands, kissed him breathless before pulling back. "Ok...so what do you want to do?"

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Tomorrow came.

The church filled up with celebrities and heroes of the league. At eleven am, when it became apparent that neither the bride nor the groom was going to show, the best man received a phone call. A few moments later, he stood sheepishly in front of the assembled guests.

"Uh, ladies and gentlemen...I've been told to inform you that the reception will still take place at the manor as planned, but that neither Mr or – as of midnight last night – Mrs Wayne will be there. They, uh, they've decided to elope, and are currently honeymooning in the Maldives."

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A/N: Did I mention I was free? :P Review please!