(AN: Thanks again to Jana for all of her help. Several people who have read this has asked me to do a chapter with the men, and maybe start a little bit of a fight. So for those that asked… here it is)

Justice League Bride Wars: Attack of the Bridezillas

Chapter 2

(Matilda's Bakery)

Diana had never known there were so many flavors of cake available. She had tried chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, and carrot cake before, but apparently there was a flavor of rum, cotton candy, soda – which was created with the person's favorite soda giving it the taste of the soda – triple fudge, and even odd flavors such as meat.

So many flavors, so little time.

In the end Diana decided that a simple white vanilla cake with butter cream frosting was what she wanted. Her relief was short-lived, however, when Matilda began to ask about the size of the cake, the design, and the tiers Diana wanted.

Not knowing herself, she cast a helpless look at Lois. "What do I want?"

"Well, what do you want your cake to look like?"

The Amazon thought it over for a few minutes. She had always loved Paris and the Watchtower, but she wanted something more traditional. Something in honor of her roots.

Her lips curled into a smile as she thought of the perfect thing. "Would it be possible to make it look like Mt. Olympus?"

"From the Greek myths?"

"Yes."

"I can do that. But it will be at least an eight layer cake, not to mention quite large. That won't be a problem, will it?" Matilda asked.

"No, that's fine. The cake needs to be large anyway, and that is what I want. Perhaps it will soften Mother up as well."

Matilda nodded and returned to jotting down the notes. "Very well. What date does this need to be ready by?"

Diana's accomplished, proud, and beautiful face once again seemed confused. She was planning the wedding, but other than knowing that she wanted the wedding to happen in winter no real date had been chosen. She quickly took out her cell phone and dialed Bruce. A few moments later she heard the line connect and heard her fiancé being his playboy self. He must have been chatting to someone about Wayne Enterprises.

"Just a moment Henry, my fiancé is on the phone." Bruce called, "Diana, how are you doing Beautiful? You keeping yourself looking good?"

She rolled her eyes. Hera, she hated his disguise. "Yes, although I have a problem. What date should our wedding be on?"

"December, right?"

"That was what I hoped for."

"…Anything but the 27th."

Her face flushed slightly. She had almost forgotten that Bruce's parents had been killed during such a happy time. Damn the chores of weddings for clouding her thoughts!

Diana knew that Bruce didn't want their wedding day to fall on the same day as his parents, not that she could blame him. That day should be respected, not overshadowed by their wedding.

"How does December the twenty-forth sound?" Bruce finally asked, breaking the silence.

Diana felt a little heat crawl up her. She wanted to marry Bruce soon and that date was only a month away. It would fit fabulously between his parent's death and her desired time.

"That would be perfect. Will I see you later?"

"Yes, I promise. Have fun shopping and tell Lois hi for me." Bruce replied before hanging up the phone.

Diana turned back to Matilda. "December the twenty-fourth is the wedding date and the cake needs to be ready by then."

The older woman nodded and wrote down the date. "It will be ready and delivered to the address of your wedding on that date. I'll call a little closer to the date to find the exact time."

"Thank you."

"Have a nice day dear."

Diana nodded and walked out with Lois who had decided that the two of them needed to do a little wedding night shopping for the Amazon Princess.

(Gotham City – Wayne Enterprises – Bruce's office)

Bruce watched as Henry Soladia – a wealthy and slightly shady business man – left after attempting to talk Bruce into going into a joint shipping business. He had already learned much about Mr. Soladia's less than ethical business practices by being Batman so the moment Soladia left Bruce contacted Lucious and informed him of what he had learned about the man. Now that Lucius was severing all of the possible contracts with Soladia the sound of someone giggling – that someone being Rose, his secretary – was heard.

It appeared Ollie had not only come early but had managed to flirt his way inside Bruce's office in the process.

"Mr. Wayne." Giggled Rose, "Oliver is here to see you."

"Let him in."

"Brucie boy, it's good to see you!" Oliver exclaimed has he walked toward Bruce and stuck out his hand.

"Oliver. It's been a while." Bruce nodded as he shook the blonde's hand firmly. "What are you doing here Queen?"

"Bruce, you know that you could really, really learn to actually relax instead of just pretending." He commented as he took a seat. "I have news."

"What is it?"

"Dinah is helping Helena plan a wedding." Ollie began, "Normally I would cringe at the thought of her being around someone who was getting married, but I've began to think about it. The more I think about it the more I realize that I want to do right by Dinah."

"So you're going to finally tell her the truth about all of the times you've cheated on her?"

Oliver glared at him, "Hey! That was once and I was drugged! How about you tell Diana all the women you've actually slept with, eh?"

Bruce's face twitched slightly. "Touché. In my defense, it's all for show."

"Pft, so you don't like it?"

"I never said that. But none of those women hold a candle to Diana, we both know that." Bruce said firmly, "I haven't been with anyone else since Diana came into the picture. Now why are you here?"

Oliver stood and began to pace before nervously fishing something out of his pocket. "This, smartass."

Bruce stared at the small black case and the beautiful diamond ring resting inside of it. "You're going to propose?"

"That's the plan. What do you think?"

"If you want my opinion then follow through."

"Seriously?" Ollie blinked.

"Of course, assuming you don't chicken out I'd say it's about time."

He stood up straight. "What makes you think that I won't?"

"The six men who suffered shattered testacies after the last time you backed out." Bruce snorted, "Dinah was pissed."

Oliver moved his leg slightly protectively over his crotch and looked at Bruce fearfully. He knew exactly what Dinah had done. When he broke off their engagement she had went out on patrol and proceeded to beat every thug within an inch of their life. Naturally part of how she beat them included kicking them so hard in the balls that she literally busted them.

The thought was terrifying.

"So when is Helena getting married?" Bruce asked out of nowhere.

"December." Ollie answered, "The 24th if I'm not mistaken."

(Helena's and Vic's apartment – Their bedroom)

"Vic… Baby…" Helena cooed as she felt Vic's muscular hands grasp her breasts. The moment she had gotten back to their apartment he had caught her in a siring kiss which sparked a fantastic bout of love making.

She wasn't sure how, but so far they had moved from the bed to the wall, from the wall to the floor, and then from the floor to the dresser. To say that Vic had a healthy sexual appetite would be a sever understatement. No, her Vic had the appetite of a starving man looking at his first meal in weeks.

Not that she was any different.

In the aftermath the two were lying on his bed, Helena on his chest and using him as a man pillow. She absently toyed with the patches of hair on his built chest before asking, "Do you think about them?"

"Think about whom?"

"Halen and Victoria. I mean, do you wonder what they're doing?"

"I do find myself wondering what they are doing, but then if our actions are any indicator they may be working on another sibling for their children." He smirked, "Even on that Earth you're horny as hell."

Helena playfully hit him in the shoulder. He was right though; she had no doubt that her alternate self from another universe was making love to Vic's alternate self. She kissed him sweetly on his jaw before laying her head back on his chest. Although he was deflated she could still feel his impressive tool inside of her.

"Helena, what kind of wedding do you want?" Q asked suddenly, praying it would be cheap. He knew she'd pay for most of it, but that didn't make him feel any better.

"A Catholic wedding." She replied, "I've already contacted Saint Mathew's cathedral in Gotham and set the date."

"What date?"

"Christmas Eve. I've already asked Babs, Dinah, and Mari to be in my wedding, hell I even asked Dinah to be my maid of honor. So who have you asked?" she asked.

"Not really. There aren't that many people who can stand to be around me." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Q, babydoll, I know that you have to have some male friends." She eyed him suspiciously. "…Right?"

"Well, Oliver and Greg, but I don't know who else."

"Great. Anyone else that you at least trust?"

"Bruce, well, mostly."

"Yeah, I can see old bats really wanting to be in our wedding." Helena scowled sarcastically.

"I understand, but I do trust him. I trust him to be himself."

"I'll give you that one, but you better decide." She ordered as she snuggled on his chest. "Or else."

"Or else what?"

"You really want to know?"

He looked at the expression on her face. "…Perhaps not."

(Saint Matthew's Cathedral.)

Father Peter looked at the dates of the weddings which had been called in to him. Since Elga – the church secretary – was out on maternity leave he had been taking the dates for weddings and funerals himself. Luckily no one had a funeral planned for Christmas Eve, but weddings… Everyone seemed to want to be married on the same day. It didn't help that he set the last possible ceremony to be held at five pm.

He glanced over them again and frowned as he noticed a grave mistake: there on the paper before him were two weddings scheduled for the same five pm slot on Christmas Eve. He had been in such a rush when the future Mrs. Wayne had called that he didn't even look at the times on the planner and instead had penciled her in at the same time as the Sage/Bertinelli wedding. His eyes widened as he realized his error. There was no other time slot open on Christmas Eve, and both women had confirmed with him that this was the only time slot available.

Father Peter walked behind his desk and opened a drawer taking out a clear bottle. He quickly undid the lid and poured some of the contents into a small cup before taking a drink. The sharp hash taste of Vodka bit at his tongue and rasped his throat has he swallowed. "Lord in heaven, Miss Bertinelli had called me well before the future Mrs. Wayne, but there is the chance that the Wayne's will leave a much bigger donation. I suppose that I should really call Miss Bertinelli then and inform her of the mistake. Of course though it would only be right of me to contact both women and bring them in to discuss it like adults."

He mused this over once more before frowning. He had a feeling that this wouldn't be civil at all.