The wedding was bliss and all tides were once again settled within the Kingdom of Atlantica.

However, anger still brewed elsewhere. Now sits evil just beneath the depths of Arkham Island. Within the dark trenches beneath the sea, Ursula, the sea witch, made good of her resources in creating her new scheme.

"She will not win again. I will not leave a breath in her body let alone a sound."

"But my love Ursssssulla... King Triton sstafff... still best anything you may throw...It is by far the strongest of the seven seassss..." Ursula's most recent and main minion

Severest was an eel Ursula tweaked with a combination of a dead mermaid's soul and a glowing green rock that dropped into her layer during the eve of February's full moon. That would technically make Severest only four months old and ten feet long at a year he would have stretch the length of the Atlantic, it's only a matter of time before he and Ursula would take down the king and the brats he spawns, she thought gruffly.

"Oh my dear, King Triton is weak now. The lost of control he has with his own daughter has left him in the dumps. And once I get what I asked for, he will definitely be powerless."

"The blood ruby My Ssssswwweeett?"

"Yes the blood of Queen Mera and her power was lock into that stone and it took me having to get my hand dirty to do it. I killed that wench for a reason! Her and that goody-goody husband of hers are mere child's play. And after I collect all of the tridents from the final kings and the blood of their wives. I will be unstoppable!" Ursula spat throwing a vile at Severest.

He dodged quickly and bowed scared of the wrath to come. "Forgive me Ursssssss-"

"Quiet it Severest! I have a job for you..." Ursula slithered over to her cabinet of viols and souls trapped in the cloth of life. Picking around for food to quench the Severest desires. The soul of yet another mermaid was now in the belly of a beast. Severest swam toward her again lightly his tail brushes around her tentacles.

"Anything my queen..." still his head lower in servitude.

"Bring me the Croc. That blasted sewer dweller owes me a jewel.

...

Meanwhile at the reception each Bridesmaid sat with their mate of the evening. All seemed to be going well. Bruce was in awed by Ariel's beauty. It was her, the mermaid he had seen before just staring at the sky. She was real. It felt impossible. Her eyes glistened as bright as the shine in her tail. Each flower in her hair perfumed the water around them they seemed to bloom that much brighter.

"What kind are you?" she said cutting off his thoughts. Bruce had gotten so beside himself he hadn't notice he was staring that left her uncomfortable. "You are not merman. You are definitely a two legger but of what kind. Are you from above?"

She had so many questions and Bruce enjoy her admiration for the worlds other than her own. But does he really have to be classified as a two legger. "I am Bruce Wayne. I-"

"You work for the King?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"You must be by his side a lot yes?"

I guess he could say so, he nodded not knowing what he had gotten himself into. Ariel smiled brightly. This was her chance, she thought. If Sebastian won't tell me then surely a two-legger servant would know everything.

The bride and groom began a dance and Ariel sought an exit and planned their escape. She hadn't felt this great since she found the colorful strips of plastic left on the sore. She could have sworn he left them just for her. She had hoped to see him tonight the flying man, with bat wings, which left her a bit disappointed. He probably could never breathe under her anyway she thought. However this could never stop her growing affection for him. She must know more.

Ariel grabbed the arm of Bruce and stared him in the eyes as if to transfer a message. He stared at her eyes were her normal dark that matched the dark of her hair. What had happen, he wondered. The others had began to join the Attina and Arthur on the dance floor.

Bruce watched her stare at them and in an instant her eyes glowed once again and she smiled from ear to ear. She was happy that's the key. He stood and brought her with him. "Dance with me?" he smirked for the first time all night. Bruce's natural mug face had left Ariel in waiting to see a change and loomed in on the sight nodding gracefully as she bowed.

Ariel was always known to be quite clumsy but tonight something was a bit different. Adrinna watched from a far over the shoulder of Shazam. For whom she found to have to left feet.

Bruce escorted Ariel onto the floor neither of them blinking or clumsy. But as smooth as the sway of the water they dance. They held each others gaze and Bruce held tight to want found he never wanted to let go of.

"You're very peculiar Bruce, for a two legger." He scoffed.

"How so?"

"You are from up top and yet you have gills."

"I'm a scientist."

Ariel of course has heard of some things thanks to Sebastian and her trusted Flounder. But still one thing bothered her. "May I ask you something Mr. Bruce?" She asks twirling her hair around her fingers nervously.

"I'm at your disposal, Princess." He said doing a court's bow. As they parted. Ariel managed to pull him outside the ballroom and down the hall. They swam less urgently and Ariel took just a moment to catch her breath before bringing back up the subject at hand.

"So we are not interrupted." Bruce blinked hard and wondered why the need was so urgent that they meet in secret. "Tell me, are there flying men up top?"

"I mean sure but how up top are we talking?" Yes there was Superman, the Martian and many others he's sure. "It will be hard to explain with out show and tell. If only you were not so bonded to the sea. I would give you a grand tour, her majesty deserves."

"Are you not bonded to the will of the king as well?"

Bruce had almost forgotten his own lie, a knight just filling in for a friend. Why had he already ruined it? She looked up to a full moon and was reluctant to find that the moon she had hoped to see again had appeared once again.

"I have to go..." Ariel said already swimming away. However, Bruce was in no way going to let her go. He followed her. It wasn't long before his gills start to burn out. the water was beginning to suffocate him. Eight hours had passed so fast he had barely noticed. He watched as the gills he applied melt away dropping to the bottom of the sea. And the antibiotics began working it's magic. He was too deep to make it to the top alone and Ariel had already gone. With the last of his strength he said one word, "Clark..."