So, I was updating the previous chapter and decided to write some more. Enjoy!
When Selina returned to Wayne Manor, she was surprised to discover that the house was relatively quiet for once. Usually, she would return home to discover that someone had done something to someone else or someone had borrowed someone else's motorcycle. Today, it was rather peaceful.
She placed the bags that would go in her closet at the foot of the stairs, before picking up the three bags that held purchases for other members of the family and walking to the kitchen, the Wayne family's official meeting spot.
Walking over to the table where everyone was sitting, she gave Bruce and kiss and Helena a hug, deftly avoiding the paint covered fingers of her baby girl, before giving Damian and Cassie the bags she had brought to the kitchen.
"Don't. Start. Damian, you needed new socks and Alfred asked me to pick them up. Cassie, if the dress doesn't fit, we'll just exchange it. And you need to practice walking in heels for the Wayne Enterprises Christmas party."
"But it's August."
"And that will give you plenty of time. They're in your size, and the heels are just a bit taller than your uniform boots. You will be fine."
The two beleaguered teens looked to their father for help.
"You both know that if you don't tell her that you don't need something, she's going to get you something. How was Gotham?"
"Fine. Except, did something happen regarding our relationship that you failed to tell me?"
"Like what?"
"Like the fact that the whole city thinks you guys got married in secret?"
"WHAT?!"
Bruce and Selina looked at Tim as if he'd grown a second head. He passed his Q-Pad to Selina so she could see what he was talking about.
"According to the Gotham Sun, you were secretly married here at the Manor last weekend when the League was here for the barbecue."
"How did they find out about that?" Cassie asked her brother as she picked Helena up and took her to the sink to wash her hands.
"Well, it wasn't written by Lois or Clark, and I don't believe I've ever heard of this Megan Nichols," Bruce began as he was handed the tablet to read the story.
"I'd say someone was snooping. Look at the photos; they're all taken using a long lens," Tim replied, pointing out the article's image gallery.
"It's a good thing they didn't catch Mr. Allen or either of the Misters West using their speed," Alfred said, exiting the pantry with an unopened jar of peanut butter in his hands.
"Why were you reading the Gotham Sun, anyway, Tim? I thought you 'loathed and abhorred' it since that story about you being in a love triangle with Stephanie and Tamara was written."
"Dick sent it to me. He thought it was too much of a gross invasion of our privacy and wanted me to check the computer. I've got it running an algorithm through all of the photos to get a 'who' and 'where.'"
"Ah." Selina picked up her now-paint-free daughter and tickled her before sitting her on the counter next to the peanut butter jar.
"It should have some answers by now," Bruce said before striding out of the kitchen to his study. Tm and Damian followed behind, while Cassie picked up the bags with Selina's purchases for her and Damian and left them by the stairs before following her father and brothers.
"Let's hope there's an end to this," Selina told her daughter as they nibbled on the chunky peanut butter on their spoons.
Sorry for the awkwardness of this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it!