A/N: This is the penultimate chapter of this part. I know, scary right? I can't believe it's almost over. Believe me, the ending is going to be epic. Maybe I'm overselling it but I think what I have planned is pretty sweet. Not going to lie to you people. Enjoy and R&R PLEASE! Love you all!

Chapter 18: Marry You

It's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

"Marry You", Bruno Mars

-Pam and Selina's Wedding Day, 7:30 AM-

I awoke groggily to my alarm clock, slamming it hard in protest that it fell to the floor with a loud clang. Well, this morning was already going swimmingly. I rolled over, and moved my arms in a circling motion, realizing yet again that my bed was empty. I had seen neither hide nor hair of Mr. J since I came home that night a week ago. I had frantically made phone calls, text messages, went to the warehouse…all turned up nada. No one knew where the hell he had disappeared to. Mr. J wasn't exactly the best at communicating his whereabouts, but it was not like him to just take off with literally no one knowing about it. I was beyond worry and into numbness at this point because I needed to get to Pam and Selina's wedding and be a maid of honor.

I pushed myself out of bed, and made myself a quick breakfast before pulling on some sweatpants and an old NYU T-shirt. I was meeting Pam at the salon to get our hair and nails done at 8, so I had to get moving. I hastily put my purse together and left the apartment, running down the stairs to catch a cab to get me into Manhattan.

I made it to the salon by the skin of my teeth; when I went into the salon the clock said 7:59. Pam was already there in the chair, waiting for her hairdresser. She gestured for me to come over, "Hey girl, I thought you'd never get here!"

"Yeah sorry, I woke up a little later than I wanted to," I sat down next to her, putting my purse on the ground, "How are you doing?"

"Great! I'm so excited!" Pam smiled widely, a look of genuine happiness that I hadn't seen on her face in a long time, "Selina is getting her hair done right about now too. She spent the night at her apartment so we wouldn't see each other. But don't let me gush about this, you've had enough I'm sure. What's going on with Mr. J?"

"Honestly, I have no clue." I said in exasperation, "I've been glued to my phone for the past week hoping to hear from him. If this is his idea of punishing me for something, it's working."

"Well, he's just being an ass." Pam said, shaking her head.

"Has he contacted you or Selina at all?" I asked.

"Why would he contact us if he isn't even talking to his bodyguards or anyone at the warehouse?"

"That's a good point." I admitted.

"I'm sure it's going to be fine. He'll show up sooner or later and just be like, 'hey, what's up?' You know that." Pam shrugged, "He just likes being difficult. That shouldn't surprise you."

"Oh, I know that." I affirmed, "That's not what I'm that upset about. It's just that all that debacle with Bruce is making me concerned. Did you tell him that you invited Bruce?"

"I already told you, no. Why the fuck would I do that?" Pam frowned, "I'm not as stupid as you seem to think I am. I tell him things that he should know, not things that would piss him off."

"Sometimes the two coincide."

"True," she looked up, "Our hairdressers are coming. We'd better lay low on the villain talk. Let's keep to neutral topics."

I nodded in acknowledgment.

We smiled at the women as they stood behind our chairs and gabbed about the wedding for the next 45 minutes. They then ushered us into the comfy chairs where we started to get our pedicures; Pam got her usual solid emerald green but with some silver sparkles this time to match her wedding dress better, and I got red to match my bridesmaid dress. Pam inspected the manicurist as we got our nails done; she whispered, "She's going to rip my damn cuticles off. I'm not going to the emergency room to stop the bleeding on my wedding day."

"Why don't you just tell her instead of whispering at me?" I replied in a similar fashion.

Pam then turned to the lady, "No more cuticles. Just do the nails. We're on a tight schedule."

The manicurist nodded and mumbled something in Russian to the one doing my nails, and they looked up at us as if we even tried to understand them.

Pam and I just shook our heads at each other, and once our nails were done, we paid and left. Pam called the town car which was going to take us to her apartment so that we could ready and then take us to Central Park around noon. The ceremony was going to be at 1 PM. Pam was getting stressed about the time crunch, and I told her she needed to calm her ass down. I know it was her wedding day, but geez, she needed a muscle relaxant or some shit but I didn't want her to end up like Molly Ringwald's sister in Sixteen Candles. Screw you, my childhood was in the 80's ok?

The town car showed up and we were on the way to Pam's apartment. When I say apartment, I mean Pam was living in the penthouse suite at a hotel on 7th Avenue. She was paying for her stay in cash and had been for months; I will never understand how that staff didn't think that was suspicious in the slightest. I guess they just figured she was some rich heiress trying to get away from Daddy or something like that. We arrived at the hotel, and got in the elevator.

Once we got to Pam's apartment and Pam was going into her room to get her wedding dress and my dress, my phone rang. Seeing that it was an unlisted number, I ignored it.

Pam came out, my dress slung over her arm, "Who was that?"

"I don't know, probably a telemarketer." I said dismissively.

In retrospect, I wish I hadn't been that naïve. I wish I had picked up the phone. Things would have turned out so much differently if I had. But now I couldn't go back. I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Here, you get dressed first, because mine is going to take longer." She said, and I went in the bathroom. I stripped down and got into the dress. I had to admit, I looked damn good in it. It was short – but not hooker short – was red, and one-shouldered; I paired it with some high black and black pumps and black stone dangling earrings, and I emerged from the bathroom ready to go.

Pam immediately began to cry, "Oh Harley, you look so beautiful! I'm going to look like a total schlump!"

"Oh honey, no! No crying yet, please!" I rushed to her side, "Good thing you haven't put on your makeup yet."

She wiped her eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm just so emotional. I'm so happy right now and I don't know what to do with the excess feelings. I'm not used to being this happy."

"That's a good thing." I said, embracing her, "Come on, let's get you dressed so you can get married, ok?"

She nodded, sniffling, "Ok."

We went into her room, where her dress was sprawled across her bed. It was a beautiful strapless gown, sweetheart neckline and very fitted with a light green tint to it. It fit her personality perfectly. I helped her into the dress, and zipped it up. Pam slipped on her green sparkling high-heels and we checked her out in the mirror.

"Damn, look at you." I said, hugging her from around the waist.

She beamed at her reflection, "Damn, look at us. I never thought this day would come."

"What do you mean?" I asked, letting her go.

"I just never thought I would get married, not after everything I've been through." She shook her head in disbelief, and opened her mouth to say something, but looked toward the living room, "I think your phone is ringing."

I rushed out of the room and into the living room, checking my cell. It was the same unlisted number. Aggravated, I ignored it and went back into Pam's room, "Same stupid telemarketer. They always seem to call when I have better things to do."

Again, I'm an idiot. Let me just point that out.

…

-Pam and Selina's Wedding Day, 12:30 PM-

After much primping and bitching (on the part of Pamela), we made it into the town car that was going to take us to Central Park. Everything was going along smoothly until we hit uptown Manhattan, where we ran into massive traffic.

Pam probably went into cardiac arrest for a minute, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?"

"It's just traffic. We could always just pull a Carrie from Sex and the City and run out of the cab in your wedding dress." I suggested.

Pam just gave me the biggest and scariest death glare I had ever seen in response.

She knocked on the window separating us from the driver and he rolled it down, "I'm sorry, ladies, they said some crazy ass-hole is blocking the main intersection."

Pam and I shared an uneasy glance.

"You don't think…?" she asked quietly.

"No, it can't be. It's probably just a car accident or something. It happens all the time; these are really busy streets." I assured her, hardly believing myself as I said it. But damn it, it was Pam's wedding and we had to keep it together.

I had to keep it together.

I grasped Pam's hand, "You know, we only have a couple blocks to go. We can walk really fast and get there in plenty of time."

"I shouldn't have to walk on my god damn wedding day." Pam grumbled, and she leaned forward and said to the driver, "We're getting out here. I'll pay you later."

"Alright," he barely could get out as Pam opened the door and stepped out. I followed suit, and we ignored all the beeping horns and catcalls from onlookers and went as fast we could go in heels toward Central Park.

"Almost there, almost there," I kept chanting as we got closer. Pam's phone started ringing, and I picked it up, "Hello?"

"Harley?" It was Selina. She sounded ridiculously frazzled, which was something completely new for me, "Where are you guys? It's like 12:55. Everyone is already here!"

"We had to walk. Long story, I'm really sorry," I said, out of breath, "We're going to be there in like 5 minutes, I promise!"

"Ok, I just have one question for you."

"Yeah?"

"How does she look?"

"She looks stunning. You're marrying the hottest woman in New York." I said, glancing at Pam, who despite her legitimate fury, had to smile.

"Thanks, Harley." Selina said, and hung up.

We finally made it to the ceremony, and everyone looked up as we rushed onto the scene. About 50 people were there, sitting in their chairs, and with one noticeable absence: Bruce. I leaned over and asked Pam, "Where the hell is he? After all that emotional crap he put me through, he'd better at least show up."

"I don't know. He never said anything about not coming. Honestly, I don't care right now. I need to get married." Pam said firmly, straightening her birdcage veil. She nodded at the conductor of the string quartet, who was lined up near the altar, and they started to play Pachelbel's Canon in D. Yeah, a little traditional, but it was what she wanted.

She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly, "Ok, let's do this."

I squeezed it back, and nodded. As we walked up the aisle, I saw some semi-familiar faces. I knew some people were co-workers of Selina, both of them had a few assorted aunts, uncles, and cousins, and a couple of villains of Gotham who will remain nameless for the sake of their privacy. I kind of had a fleeting hope that a certain villain would have risked it for me, but he was nowhere to be seen. I swallowed my anger, and kept a calm face as we stopped at the front of the aisle on the right side of the minister.

The song came to a crescendo as Selina walked in; I heard Pam inhale sharply. I'm pretty sure that she was already starting to tear up and that made me feel emotional, too. I'm a very sympathetic crier. Selina was in a silk, long-sleeved shift-like dress; it had a black lace detail on the collar, sleeves, and skirt. She had on black high heels and a black birdcage veil. It was very her. I looked over at Pam, who was watching her, mesmerized and tears running down her face. I had never seen Pam look so utterly happy in the entire time I had known her. It warmed my heart, really.

As the ceremony wore on, I glanced toward the honking cars not too far away. No one had really figured out what was going on; I couldn't help but feel that some of the men in my life were involved in it. I felt it deep in my gut, but I had to keep my smile on. It wasn't that hard, considering the happy occasion that I was witnessing.

The minister began having them repeat their wedding vows, "In sickness and in health…"

I looked out toward the audience, and I was taken aback when I saw a man in black running towards the ceremony. I tried not to show that anything was wrong so as not to distract, but Pam and Selina were preoccupied, staring at each other and saying their vows.

"With this ring, I thee wed." Selina said as she put the ring on Pam's trembling finger.

The man was getting closer. I could see he was dressed in black leather and had a very decisively-shaped mask. Oh Jesus.

"With this ring, I thee wed." Pam said as she did the same to Selina.

"Now, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride…brides." The minister corrected, and everyone but me chuckled.

Everyone in the audience clapped and cheered as they kissed, and the applause died down as the man in black ran down the aisle, "You all need to get out of here now!"

Batman stood there, staring at the three of us, Pam and Selina still in each other's arms, "I'm sorry to ruin this day for you ladies, but you need to run." He turned to the people who were watching in complete confusion, "You need to get somewhere safe immediately. Go to your homes, get out of the city, I don't care; just get out of here!"

People started to file out, muttering amongst themselves until it was just us standing there.

"Pam, Selina…you better get to Pam's. Don't take 7th Avenue, find some other way around. Harley, you need to come with me." Bruce grabbed my hand, and started to pull me away, "You look gorgeous, by the way."

"Well thanks," I blushed, but regained composure, "Hey, hey, what the hell is going on?" I shoved him away from me, "I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me!"

"Bane stopped taking his medication and he's gone fucking insane. He's blocking all the traffic and generally wreaking havoc upon our fair citizens, and of course, it's my job yet again to clean it up." Bruce sighed.

"Then why the hell am I getting involved?"

"I think he might listen to you."

"Ok, so if he's gone utterly berserk, how do you expect him to stop and listen to me? I'm a psychologist, not a god damn miracle worker." I snapped, "I don't appreciate you coming down here and ruining this day. Pam is probably pitching a bitch fit right now."

"I don't give a shit about Pam!" Bruce shot back, "What I give a shit about is saving people from Bane's wrath! Are you going to help me or not?"

"Fine, but I'm not-" Bruce had already started pulling me away towards his car, "-making any promises!"

…

Once we had gotten into the Batmobile and were buckled in safely, I asked, "Wait, how are we getting to Bane if the traffic is all backed up?"

Bruce merely pushed a button on his left side, and a circle of dynamite burst out from under the car and we dropped into the underground road beneath 7th Avenue.

I sat there for a moment, and finally said, "Oh."

Bruce smirked, so ridiculously smug, "I've got it covered."

"You just caused a major pothole now." I pointed out.

"I've got people on it."

I rolled my eyes, "Always so prepared, just like a Boy Scout."

"You know I was never a Boy Scout."

"Somehow I would have thought differently." I mused.

We finally got to the scene of the ruckus, and Bruce and I got out of the car. He shot his grappling hook to the circular sewer drain directly above us, and easily pulled it down. It landed with a loud clang next to my feet, causing me to squeal and jump nearly a foot in the air.

"Come on, Harley, nothing I do should scare you by now." He said gruffly, and he handed me the rope attached to the grappling hook, "Ladies first."

I glared at him, and grabbed the rope, climbing up. Thank God I possessed some amount of arm strength or this would have been really difficult. I felt awkward when I was climbing because I knew Bruce could see up my dress, but I figured in the long run it didn't matter that much. I climbed out of the hole left by the drain, and threw the rope back down to him. He climbed in probably half the time that I did. Damn him and his disgustingly glorious arm muscles. Focus, Harley, focus.

He stored away the grappling hook, and looked at me expectantly, "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," I replied, shrugging.

We went in a quick stride down the street toward the honking horns, screaming people, and overall chaos that went with a villain's rampage. It is truly amazing how people will fall to pieces if just one thing goes wrong. I used to be like them, I know. I used to be that person that if I was 5 minutes for late for work any given day. I would be cursing people out, but right now I have learned to take what life throws at me and move on. I wish I didn't have to be this callous, but I am. That's the way this life has made me, and I can't go back now.

Bruce and I turned the corner and were met with a total nightmare. People were abandoning their cars now, pulling their wailing children out of car seats, and people who were injured were either limping or crawling away. It was actually kind of terrifying. I had never been in the middle of a mob before, but I knew that I should feel somewhat safe because I was with Bruce. Well, of course the keyword there is 'should'.

Bruce grabbed my hand, and tugged me through the crowd coming at me; I was starting to get anxious. I was actually kind of claustrophobic and this wasn't doing anything for my nerves. I clung onto Bruce for dear life, and people stopped and stared at us.

"Oh my God, it's the Batman!"

"Wow, look guys, Batman's here to help!"

"Who's that with him? It looks like his ex-girlfriend…"

"Get him, Batman!" People were starting to cheer us on.

I could almost see Bruce smile underneath his mask; it was something he did not do often when he was Batman. It sort of ruined his image. I knew how much being Batman meant to him. It scared that maybe he wasn't going to be like this forever. I suppose he had to deal with it eventually, but he wasn't prepared for it at all. I hoped that someday soon he would find someone to take over for him. I could see that he was panting a little, a sign of his complete exhaustion. His body was letting him down. He had been beat up and down, and he needed to relax, but he would never do that. He loved being a hero too much for that.

"Well, Mr. Wayne, the people seem to love you." I said quietly.

He looked down at me, and searched my eyes. I don't know what he was looking for, but suddenly his eyes were alight and he opened his mouth to say something. However, his potential speech was interrupted by a car hurtling toward us.