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Since this prompt is weddings, I'm just going to do a little bit of Talia and Bruce's wedding. And don't ask me what the backstory is to how they finally managed to get married, because even I never figured that out. Sorry, you're going to have to use your imagination I guess.

Day 4: Wedding

I looked in the mirror for a second, my eyes inspecting the dress for any little specks of dirt. I quickly brushed off all the particles I saw, as the white color was sure to practically display them to all the guests as I walked down the aisle. Taking a deep breath, I smiled to myself. After over a decade of loving my beloved Batman unconditionally, it was finally all coming together. My heart beated fast, and my lungs nearly ran out of air due to my excitement. I took another deep breath, finally heading out to the main ceremony room.

Without a word, I walked down the carpet until I met up with Bruce at the end of it. We both looked up at each other, a small smile on our faces. I could almost hear his heart beating from where I stood in front of him, him being just as excited and anxious as I was. I took his hands, squeezing them as we silently waited for the Marriage Officiant to begin with the speech.

"Welcome Friends and Family…" They began. Their speech went on for a couple minutes, in which even I, the literal bride, got bored during. But after fair too much greetings to everyone and thanking the guests for coming, they finally made it to the important part. "Do you, Bruce Wayne, take Talia Al Ghul's hand in marriage, to love through happiness and hardship, through-"

"I do," Bruce quickly answered, not even bothering to wait for the marriage officiant to finish, "Through everything you were about to say." Everyone watching held back their laughter at his impatience to just get to the point. I liked to think he was so impatient because he just couldn't wait to be married to me and finally have them say we could kiss. I held back a laugh of my own thinking of such an idea.

The marriage officiant quickly brushed Bruce's interruption off, "Do you, Talia Al Ghul, take Bruce Wayne's hand in marriage, to love him through happiness and hardship, through illness and healthiness, through fear and through courage, through life all the way to death?"

"I do," I replied the second they were done speaking. Bruce and I turned back towards each other, knowing exactly what was supposed to happen next. We were already leaning in for it by the time the marriage officiant even instructed us to do so.

"Now, the groom may kiss the bride." We pulled each other into the kiss, holding it for a second or two before leaning back to where we were standing before. All the guests began to clap, right on queue. Bruce and I took each other's hands again, smiling as we looked into the other one's eyes.

A few minutes later, once everyone had started more leisurely just talking, dancing, and eating, Damian ran up to us. "-Tt- Are you two married yet?" The boy crossed his arms, trying to roll his eyes like he didn't even care, but his voice still sounded cheerful and excited. Bruce ruffled Damian's hair casually.

"Not legally, Damian." He replied, "We need to sign all the legal papers, but we'll do that after the party. Right now, we're fairly married… just not in the government's eyes." Bruce explained, kneeling down to Damian's height. "Not that a small boy like you would care about all the technicalities… On the other hand, you always tend to surprise me on these sorts of things." He smiled at our odd little boy.

"Yeah, I don't care or anything." Damian replied, "Your marriage has very little -I mean no- importance to me." He began to walk off, before I stopped him in his tracks. I smiled at him jokingly.

"Why were you asking then, sweetheart?" I held back a laugh at Damian's attempts at being chill and careless. "You are our son, you know, so it should hold some importance to you… Mama and Dada are getting married, don't you at least care a bit?" Damian crossed his arms again, most likely thinking of a way he could get out of this without having to show some actual love towards his parents.

"I was simply curious." He stated, hurrying away. I watched as he quickly joined Stephanie and Cass, and from the looks and their faces, I could tell he was most likely annoying them. Annoying them in some adorable way.

"He's so adorable, isn't he, Beloved?" I looked back at who was now my husband.

"Yeah… He got his attitude from you." Bruce commented. I looked at him, shocked at what he had just said. I was about to intervene when he explained himself. "His attitude is what makes him so adorable, though." I took a deep breath, happy that he wasn't just plainly insulting me.

"You really don't think you don't have an attitude sometimes?" I argued, "Not saying it's not kind of cute, though…. But the point is, I don't really have that much of one myself." He nodded.

"We probably both just have attitudes when the moment calls for it… But you know who really has an attitude? Ra's." Bruce brought up my father, who had only died a few months earlier. "Damian probably just got his attitude from Ra's…. Of course, when Ra's does it, it's not cute, so it must be our genes that got the way he argues to sound so adorable."

"When Ra's did it, not does." I corrected him, "Father's dead…. Or at least most likely. You never know with him." I laughed nervously. I had really wanted my father to be able to be at the wedding, to see me get married to my beloved, but unfortunately, he wouldn't ever be okay with it. I knew that, and yet I had always kind of hoped he would come around. Of course, now was no time for him to come back to life.

"He's practically immortal." Bruce agreed, "But come on, let's forget about him. Now it's time to enjoy our wedding." He smiled. I took his hand, setting it on my waist. We held hands, beginning to slowly twirl around in a waltz.

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