"Your comments were completely unnecessary, and utterly childish," Raven said, her voice raised.

"Rae, they were a couple of comments--"

"Will you ever grow up!"

"No, but--"

"Your arrogance is despicable," Raven spat, pacing around the room, "what are you even working on anyways?" Slade looked up from his laptop, and decided that he needed to be truthful, and this was the perfect time for that.

"I hate to anger you again, but I must tell you this," Slade said, looking cautiously into Raven's eyes, "I must tell you that I'm still a vigilante, because it's what I'm good at, and it pays the bills pretty nicely."

"You--"

"But, that is the lesser of the two evils here.

"There's something worse than lying to me?" Raven cried.

"Depends what angle you are looking at this from. It's rare that the people you know are given to you as a job, but it happens."

"Who is it?" Raven said with nerves, and her eyes slightly glazed.

"Richard Grayson."

"What? Him? Why? He's a good guy and--"

"On a vigilante's list."

"You can't accept this, right? Please tell me you can decline it! Slade!" Raven cried, upset, with scarce tears sliding down her face. Slade sighed, and rose from his chair and walked over to Raven.

"Man is always born right…no matter their parentage or what they are born into. He may grow up and stray from the path of goodness, and do what is wrong. But in the end, he knows what is right," he said with a smile, lifting up Raven's chin so her gaze could meet his.

"Thank you," she smiled back through a tear stained face.

"You can't tell Richard or Kori, or anyone about this," he said sternly.

"Why not?"

"Because I wasn't even supposed to tell you."

"Will someone else be after him, since you declined?" Raven asked nervously.

"No, because I didn't decline."

"You bastard! You fucking son of a bitch," Raven yelled, with her voice raspy, pulling away form his embrace.

"Let me explain…,"

"What is there to explain, Slade? You accepted to kill someone, but not just any someone. My friend, and your son's fiancé's father! How could you accept a job like that? He's family now, and you freely accept it!" Raven screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Raven--" Slade tried to sooth her, but she rejected his favor.

"I don't want to talk to you. Now I have to--"

"Raven, listen to me! I accepted it so no one else could! Besides, I want to see why he's on this fucking list in the first place. You are very good at judging me to quickly Raven, and it is your downfall. Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?"

"No, but--"

"I know, you reacted to the way I said it. I know."

"I'm not forgiving you quickly, this time," Raven threatened.

"I wouldn't expect anything less, my dear."

-xXx

The day couldn't have been anymore beautiful. Friends and family walked up the stairs to the church that held the Wilson/Grayson wedding. The church was covered with bouquets of flowers, all in pinks, reds, and whites. The stained glass windows shone as light coursed through, and it illuminated the church with an array of colors. People chatted about their lives, and about their happiness for the bride and groom of the day. The event was starting and everyone took their seats.

The music started and the bride and her father started walking down the isle. Her white wedding gown was gorgeous, a corset fitting top, and long silk bottom that slightly puffed out. A dainty veil covered her face, and her dark hair was twisted up into a complicated bun. She looked absolutely ravishing. When the bride and her father reached the top of the pews, right before the alter, she tried to leave her father's grasp, but he held on to her tight.

"It's okay, Daddy. He loves me," she whispered into his ear, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She left his side, and went up onto the alter to be joined with her love. The reception went on, and the bride was barely holding back tears. She was so happy and overjoyed. Soon, the last part of the wedding was complete, and the priest said, "you may kiss the bride." The groom lifted up her veil and kissed her lips to seal the commitment. The church was filled with a roar of clapping and whistling, and the two dashed down the isle, running towards the awaiting limo to take them to the reception.

-xXx

The reception was just as beautiful as the church the wedding was held in. The outside arrangement was fantastic.

"Congratulations," Slade said, sticking his arm out to Richard.

"To you too," he said timidly, shaking his hand, "thanks for paying for a lot of this."

"Eh, no problem. Raven made me do it anyways, so thank her too."

"Will do," Richard said with a grin, "I've never seen Jess so happy, before."

"Maybe because you are always working."

"I'm not a workaholic, if that's what you're accusing me of."

"Are you taking an interest in your old job again?" Slade asked, inquisitively.

"I'm not going to tell you that, Slade."

"Suit yourself."

Raven came up to Slade, looking drunk with a good time, and collapsed into his embrace.

"Come dance with me," she partially demanded.

"You know I can't dance."

"But you are quick on your feet. Come on," she said, dragging him to the dance floor.

"Why don't we dance too?" Kori asked.

"Of course," Richard said, gently grabbing her hand and walking her to the dance floor.

-xXx

Jess' face blushed when it was time for the father-daughter dance. Her shy nature didn't like all the attention on her. The music came on and a large grin was plastered on her face.

"It's a shame you changed your name," Richard said quietly.

"Oh, Daddy—"

"I really like Jessica Robyn Grayson," he teased.

"Just for that it's Mrs. Wilson to you," Jess joked. The chorus boomed loudly for the speakers, and more people with happiness as the song continued on.

"Ha, I guess I'm going to have to get used to Jessica Grayson Wilson, eh?" he asked, reality setting in that his daughter was leaving the care of his wing.

"Daddy….it's Jessica Robyn Wilson, we went over this, remember?"

"I'm just not entirely kosher with the idea of you depleting your name from your…name."

"Right…. It's this simple. One sounds better than the other." The song came to a close, and the crowd started to cheer.

"I love you," Richard said, planting a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

Jess dashed back to Sam's embrace and sighed.

"What was he talking to you about? You looked flustered," Sam pointed out.

"He was pestering me about my name...during a father-daughter dance…on my wedding night!" Jess complained.

"Well, forget about that. It's time to dine," Same said, extending his arm out to escort her to the table, set for the bride and groom's parents and their titanic friends.

Once everyone was seated, with served food in front of them, toasts were ready to be given.

"I'd like to make a toast," Richard said, standing up, "I'd like to congratulate the reason we are all here. To their happiness through the good times and the bad, may they be successful." He raised his glass above his head, and the rest of the party followed, taking a large sip of alcohol. After Richard sat down, everyone started eating, and soaking in the good times. The smiles were plentiful and real, the night resembling a dream. The conversations were light, and all about the past. Once everyone was full with their fair share of a meal, it was time to bring out the cake. It stood five layers tall, and pink flowers and ribbons were spread throughout. As on most wedding cakes, the figurine of a bride and groom were on the top. Jess cut her piece of cake with ease and placed it on the plate and with a fork, took a neat sized piece out of it. Sam on the other hand, struggled with getting the piece of cake he cut on his plate. It would always splat on the table. Feeling his embarrassment, Jess scooped the cake up into her hands and put it in his plate.

"You really want the cake that bad?" Sam asked. Jess gave him a toothy smile. Not even bothering with picking up a fork, Sam grabbed the piece and shoved it into Jess' face. With a screech, Jess closed her eyes as the desert was smudged all over her face. Wiping the excess off, Jess took her piece of cake and smashed into Sam's face.

"Hold on, I think you've got some cake on your face," Jess said, acting dumbfounded.

"Really? That's funny, because so do you," Sam pointed out.

"I do?"

"Yeah. There's a lot by your mouth that's not going to be there in a second."

"What?" Jess questioned. Sam kissed Jess on the mouth. And then ate some of the pieces of cake off of her face.

"Hey!" Jess giggled flirtatiously.

"Kinky, eh?" Slade said, while jabbing Richard in the side. Raven clapped her forehead at the comment, and Kori smiled.

"At least they are having a good time," Richard smiled, trying to hide the pain of the recent jab in the ribs.

After the ordeal, the cake was taken away and cut into several pieces for the guests. The night was winding down, and people started their way home. Multiple slow dances were played at the end to slow down the evening. Once the last couple left, the DJ played one more song. Sam and Jess danced together as if the had glue on their abdomens. Richard and Kori, and Slade and Raven also slow danced. Victor and Gar danced mockingly toward the other couples. When the song ended, Victor and Gar left for home, and Sam and Jess entered the limo that drove them to the most luxurious hotel in Jump City.

-xXx

"It's been awhile since we gave you that job, Slade. We need him finished, now," a sturdy man's voice said, from the opposite side of the desk Slade was sitting at.

"I know, but it isn't the right time--"

"Of course it's not. The time was months ago! Why are you so hesitant about this one? You have been up against bigger and "badder" guys than this, and you are chickening out!"

"I'm not chickening out, Vince. I'm doing my job."

"If he isn't dead within the next week, you are loosing this case and your good name."

"I figure this is my last one anyways."

"It's a smart move on your part; especially after this lackadaisical attitude."

"I promise you he will be finished by the end of the week," Slade said while getting up.

"Oh, I forgot to mention something. We sent someone else to get him. Because we thought you forgot. And if he sees you there, he will kill you too," Vince glared.

"We'll see about that."

A/N: Short, I know. But it was a light chapter .