A winter wedding.
Harley and Dick have both been dragged into the nuptial chaos of the coming event, both of them in the wedding party. As it draws closer, there's less time spent together, and more time spent placating the happy couple in their panic to get everything done.
Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle are finally tying the knot, and it's left Batman with twice the workload. A list of venues that don't include his usual haunts, a guest list with names that aren't Gotham's Most Wanted, and brand new armor for everyone- that don't include a capes.
"This is taking too long," Jason fidgeted uncomfortably, his arms stretched out by his sides as the tailor, Jorgé, adjusted his tuxedo. Tim stood nearby while Dick admired himself in the mirror.
"On the contrary, this is going quite well for a final fitting," Damian sniffed, smirking a bit as the tailor's assistant adjusted the collar of his coat. He looked cool and comfortable in his three-piece tuxedo. "Richard what are you doing!?" he snapped, as Dick dropped the tail of his coat back over his butt and looked at Damian in the mirror.
"What?" he blinked in surprise, and Tim laughed.
"I don't think he's ever worn anything this high-class," he snickered.
"Richard always looks like a slob," Damian shrugged. Jorgé turned around as Clark stepped out of the fitting room, smoothing his lapels down on his broad chest.
"Perfect. I shall have nothing to do with yours, it fits you well. Big man, you are," Jorgé commented, and Clark blushed as he pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Well gee, thanks," he smiled sheepishly, and Dick snorted a bit, again looking at his reflection.
The black tie tuxedos were deep ebony, with satin shawl lapels and matching five-button vests. A satin side-stripe ran down the length of the pleated black trousers. The shirt underneath was black as well, in fact; the only splash of color was the elegant deep purple bow tie around his neck, and the pocket handkerchief in the breast pocket of the coat. Dick beamed at himself in the mirror.
"Stop checking yourself out," Jason told him, before yelping as he was pricked with a pin.
"Are you alright, Jason?" Clark asked in concern. Jorgé stepped back.
"Line up, please, groomsmen- in order, so I can see how you'll look," he clapped.
"What's the order?" Tim asked.
"Clark first," Bruce instructed, from the dressing room, "then Selina said go from height after that." Clark stood up straighter and, Jason took his place beside him. Dick and Tim followed, and then Damian stood distastefully beside Tim. Jorgé examined them as Dick pulled out his phone, zooming in on the mirror behind the tailor and snapping a photo as he smirked. With a chuckle, he sent it to Harley.
I look classy ;)
Harley smiled at the picture Dick had sent.
"Guys?" Barbara turned to face Harley and Steph. "Does this fall right?" Harley set her phone aside for a second, giving Barbara her full attention. The deep purple fabric draped over her hips, and she kept fiddling with the black lace shoulders.
"It looks great," Harley assured her.
"Seriously. It shows off that bod." Steph got off the couch and went over to stand by her. "Officer Young will love it." They looked at themselves in the mirror. Barbara's had some pins under the armpits to pull hers together more, and Steph's dress needed to have it shortened at the shoulders. Even though it was only form fitting to the ribcage, the light fabric managed to flow around their waists and hips and accentuate how fit they were. Cass has already taken hers off and was in her normal clothes; nothing had needed to be fitted.
"I just wish I had 'pregnancy' breasts like Harley to fill it out," Barbara admitted, frowning. Harley glanced up from her phone.
"Hey!"
Steph frowned into the mirror. "Yeah."
"I think you guys are forgetting that it comes with some major downsides." Harley shook her head. Barbara and Stephanie shrugged, ignoring her. Harley sighed. They'd ordered her dress a size larger, so it would be able to go over her stomach and still be long enough to skim the floor. There were pins in the back of the skirt, shoulders, and back. "Red, how's it going?" Ivy glared at her.
"This seamstress is useless," she muttered. The seamstress looked slightly frazzled. Harley chuckled.
"Are you trying to convince her to alter something?"
"I merely suggested a split up the side here-"
"-No alterations!" Barbara interrupted.
"Selina would kill you," Harley added. Ivy rolled her eyes. "Don't be so grumpy. You look great."
"Selina!" Steph cried at the top of her lungs. "How is it going in there?! We want to see!"
Harley laughed, finally sending her text.
You always look classy. How fast can you get that tux off? ;)
Dick beamed at his phone, and then looked up as Bruce came out of the fitting room. He grinned broader, and Tim nodded.
"Not bad, Bruce, not bad," he laughed. Damian looked at his father, his head cocked a bit.
"Jorgé, you did a great job," he said quietly, nodding his approval.
Bruce stood with his back to the mirrors, facing them all as he took a deep breath. His suit was the same as his groomsmen, black tie formal with satin shawl lapels and a side stripe down the leg of the trousers. His vest was white, matching his white shirt and bowtie, and the handkerchief in his breast pocket. The white contrasted starkly with his dark suit and jet black hair, slicked back neatly from his square face.
"Well I do know how to wear a suit correctly," Bruce mused, turning to the mirror. Clark grinned at him and stood from where he'd sat down in a leather chair.
"You look good. I'm proud of you," he smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder.
"First let's wait and see if he actually says 'I do'," Jason said, taking his jacket off.
"Ass." Tim smacked Jason on the head.
"What? I'm just saying. Selina could do a lot better than him."
"Oh come on," Tim shook his head. "Have you ever seen Bruce back out of anything? No!" He laughed, glancing at Bruce.
"Of course not," Bruce muttered, lowering himself into a chair. Dick glanced at him, and Clark frowned.
"You're a bit pale, Bruce, are you alright?"
"Just hot, thanks, Clark," he glanced up, loosening his tie. He looked up at Jorgé. "Thank you, these are perfect. As always."
"You can say thank you anytime," Damian grinned smugly. Bruce shook his head.
"You were right, he's a fine tailor," he smiled. Dick looked around the room at the matching suits and smiled, glancing down at his cell phone. Jason narrowed his eyes as Dick smirked.
I can get it off a lot faster with your help than without :)
Harley put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile. She glanced up at Steph.
"Selina. Selina. Selina." She kept knocking on Selina's dressing room door. "Come out Selina."
"Oh my God, shut up Steph!" Barbara cried. Cass glared at her too.
"I'm almost done," Selina laughed. "I mean, at least it fits…" she trailed off, smiling at herself in the mirror but not opening the door.
"Let me see!" Steph slammed her face against the door.
Selina stepped out of the dressing room, shoving Stephanie aside as she laughed. "How do I look?" she asked hesitantly. The tight, silver and white mermaid gown hugged her thin frame perfectly, the beaded and jeweled detail around the waist accentuating her curves.
Her chest was exposed a bit through a sexy, deep v-neck of the dress, cutting down to just below her rib cage. Selina twirled a bit, beaming. The long sleeves down her thin arms had buttons up the forearm and beaded trim around the cuffs. Down her back was another deep v, cutting down nearly to her butt with satin buttons running down the length of the skirt. There was beading on the shoulders, giving the wedding gown a vintage, classic feel.
"Oh my gosh!" Steph put her hands on the side of her face, smiling.
"You look wonderful," Harley told her. "And that's not a word I use that often anymore."
"You're beautiful!" Barbara hugged Selina. "This wedding is going to be perfect." Harley laughed, and even Ivy smiled.
Harley quickly typed out while Selina rotated in front of the full length mirror:
Lucky for you mine's a simple zipper
Dick's phone buzzed behind him on the table, and he ignored it.
"Bruce it's gonna be fine," Dick assured him. Bruce still sat with his head in his hands.
"No, I don't know what to do. I can't- this- what was I thinking-?!" he groaned. Clark looked down at him worriedly.
"It's okay," Jorgé assured them with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Cold feet is something that happens at the fitting nine out of ten times. He shall be fine."
"I don't want to ruin her life like this," Bruce shook his head. Jason ignored the chaos he'd caused, picking up Dick's phone as it buzzed with a text reminder.
"Dick!" he mock gasped, feigning horror as he waved the phone in Dick's face. He glanced over his shoulder and did a double take when he saw his phone in Jason's hand.
"Give it back, Jay!" he cried, making a grab for it. Jason held it out if his reach.
"Nope." He smacked Dick's hand away. "You deal with Bruce's cold feet while I text your girlfriend- I mean fiancée."
"Jason come on," he groaned, trying to catch it again.
"I don't think so. You must be punished for not paying attention to the fitting. Dishonor." Jason smirked at him.
"Dick, get Bruce some water," Clark instructed. Dick glared at Jason before walking away to the water cooler.
"I don't know… I mean, I want to marry her. And I love her, but I just don't know if she knows what she's really getting into." Bruce looked up at Tim and Clark, covering his mouth. Jason was texting on Dick's phone.
"You know she loves you Bruce," Tim tried to assure him.
"I know," he looked down. "But she's always been rash. She makes decisions without really thinking about them. It's… something I love about her, but still. She said yes. I shouldn't have even asked," he ran his hand through his hair. Dick handed him a paper cup of water, and looked at Jason irritably.
"What are you doing?" he hissed. Damian glanced at Jason.
"I'm planning my text," he told Dick. "Do I want to pretend I'm you? Embarrass you? So many things to think about. It's a lot of power."
"Jason-" Dick looked down, rubbing his temples. Bruce sighed.
"You all are right. I mean… she's good for me." Bruce frowned, still not looking convinced.
"Bruce, there is no way she doesn't know what she's getting into," Jason told him, glancing up from Dick's phone. "Trust me, she knows what she's doing." He finished typing out the text.
You really shouldnt send texts like that someone could read them
Harley rolled her eyes when the text came in. Jason, she thought to herself.
"Are you sure it looks good?" Selina asked them. "I want everything to be perfect. I've thought a lot about this, and I just want him to love it."
"It looks perfect," Steph assured her.
"Don't worry. Bruce is going to love it," Barbara added.
"It really is beautiful." Cass stood in the corner like she was trying to escape.
"We'll have to beat the other guys off with a stick. Right Red?" Harley elbowed Ivy.
"Yeah." She shrugged. Harley narrowed her eyes at her.
"You've been grouchy ever since you saw Jason," she accused.
"I have not."
"Oh no," Selina looked at Ivy, frowning. "You two better figure out what the problem is. You… Well you'll have to walk together," she said matter-of-factly, as the dress saleswoman helped her adjust her beautiful vintage birdcage veil on her head.
"We're what?" Ivy demanded.
"Oh, calm down," Harley told her. "You had to know that's who you'd be walking with."
"No I didn't."
Harley glared at her for a moment before grabbing her phone. She sent off a quick text. She stood up.
"I'm going to the bathroom quick. If I get a text before I'm back, will you respond?" She handed the phone to Ivy.
"Um, sure?"
"Okay and we're talking about Officer Young when I get back," Harley warned Barbara.
"What? No." Barbara's face turned red. "It's Selina's day."
"She still has two more days, so suck it up buttercup."
You're an idiot
Jason snorted aloud at the text before responding.
"Dick, you're fiancée is not very nice."
"Depending on what you sent, yeah, she's got some attitude." Dick smirked. Bruce stood up and examined himself in the mirror, Clark standing over his shoulder.
"And you all remember who you're walking with?" Bruce asked, glancing at them in the mirror. "I assume Selina told you? I mean, I tried to help, but I got shot down so many times that I finally gave up," he chuckled, tugging at his collar. He still looked pale.
"I'm with Steph," Tim beamed.
"Cass," Damian offered quietly.
"Wait." Jason sat up. "The maid of honor, so Barbara, walks with Clark, and obviously Dick is walking with Harley. You guys did not leave me with…"
"To be fair," Tim said, "you're one of the only people whose faces she can't melt off."
"You've never seen her when she's angry," Jason countered.
"Who is he…?" Clark asked, glancing at Dick. Dick tried to grab his phone back, to no avail, and sighed angrily.
"Technically, his ex. Pamela," he clarified.
"You have to walk down the aisle, and that's it. Don't be so melodramatic, Todd," Damian smirked.
"Shut up short stack." He glared at Damian before sending another text.
"Do not cause any drama at Bruce's wedding," Tim told Jason.
"No promises."
"No, promise," Dick glared at him. "Promise Bruce that you won't cause a scene at his wedding just because of your petty fight with Pamela that no one knows a thing about. Promise," he crossed his arms. Bruce raised his eyebrows, smiling slightly at Jason in the mirror. Jason sent one more text before setting the phone aside for a second.
"You want me to promise no drama? 'No one knows a thing about' right? I'm not the one who causes drama around here, Richard."
"Seriously?" Dick rolled his eyes. "Come on, Jason."
"Seriously." Jason picked up the phone again. "Pretty sure Clark is the only one with less drama than me as of late."
"Oh I wouldn't bet on it," Clark snorted, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Yesterday, Lois asked me to go get coffee and I said-"
"-Just don't cause a scene," Dick spread his hands. "That's all I'm asking." He grinned, and then made a grab for his phone.
"Nope." Jason caught him by the shoulder, holding him away. "And look a new text." He held the phone away from Dick. "You're fiancée is very violent. She just threatened to rip my arms off." He laughed. "That almost sounds like-" His face contorted, and he handed Dick his phone angrily. He got up and walked into the dressing room to change. Dick looked down as the phone vibrated.
Ivy just figured out it's Jason. You still there?
yeah, Jay did too haha. what are you wearing?
Harley rolled her eyes before glancing up as Steph squealed.
"Oh my gosh, that's so cute!" Steph hugged Barbara; she recoiled when she got stuck with a pin.
"Are you bringing him to the wedding?" Selina asked, stopping her twirling in the mirror to look at Barbara. "I left a spot for him at the reception. Just in case."
"You guys! Stop it." Barbara hid her face.
"No!" Steph grinned. "I'm going to gush over this all I like. At least your drunken stunt at the bachelorette party didn't drive him away. Although what you were wearing was obviously a turn-on, I mean-" she cried out as Cass punched her in the arm.
"Shut up, Stephanie. Her point is, we're happy for you is all," Cass smiled.
"Awkward question here," Harley spoke up, "but does your dad know you're dating him?"
"We haven't told him, but he was a detective, so… I don't think he's mad. Do you think he's mad?" she bit her lip, and then covered her mouth. "I mean… I guess I'd be mad if my kid kept dating my officers." She blushed.
"It's the uniform isn't it?" Steph asked. Harley laughed.
"It's definitely the uniform." She sent a text to Dick.
About to get out of this dress too bad you're missing out
His response was almost instantaneous.
I can be there in less than five minutes. On an unrelated note, would you like to go ice skating tonight? invite everyone else, too, I've got the groom's side of the wedding on board
Harley stood up. "Come on. Let's get in our normal clothes and let them fix these dresses. And you're all coming ice skating. You too Ivy!" They heard Ivy's noise of distaste from the dressing room. "And Sam is invited of course," she told Barbara. There was a banging on the front window of the shop and Harley turned around to see Dick breathing on the glass. He drew a little heart and then Jason shoved him out of the way, smudging it off of the window and smacking his brother's head. Tim threw a snowball at Jason from behind before quickly realizing his mistake; Jason chased him around the car only to slip on a patch of ice as Alfred watched them distastefully. He held the door open for Bruce and Damian to get out, and Dick pressed his nose against the glass again, waving, with a big goofy grin on his face. Harley opened the door.
"Shoo, all of you. Selina's still in her dress." She couldn't help but smile at Dick's excitement. "Give us all a second to get changed." Dick beamed and ducked in the door as Alfred loaded them all in the car. He followed Harley to the dressing room and unzipped her dress for her, leaning against the wall. "I thought you hated ice skating," Harley pointed out. Dick smiled and pulled her close, kissing her softly.
"I really do. But, you had fun, and I thought it'd be a fun wintery thing for us to do," he said quietly, and kissed her again, his lips chilled from the cold air outside. He'd taken his gloves off, and his warm hands slipped the black lace off of her shoulders. "This is a beautiful dress, by the way."
"You've ruined the surprise of it at the wedding. Darn it." Harley smiled. "I would have liked to see that tux in person, by the way." She put her hands on his shoulders. "Very classy." She unzipped his winter coat. "This just doesn't match up."
"Well," Dick shrugged casually, smiling as he looked down at her. "I try. But according to Damian, I always look like a slob." His hands trailed up her arms lightly, and his lips brushed hers.
"He's definitely right," Harley agreed, her lips smiling against his. "These clothes are terrible, and we should get them off of you right away." She worked his jacket off of his shoulders.
"God I'd like to know how you do that." He grinned, leaning his head back against the wall. He caught her cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips softly, inhaling the scent of her rosy perfume. Her dress dropped around her ankles, and Dick bit her lip, smiling.
"Now you're just cheating. I told you it was a simple zipper." She kissed both corners of his smile as she tugged at the hem of his shirt. Her hands ran up along his chest underneath it, her fingers tracing over his skin. "And that's hardly fair," she murmured against his lips.
"Cheating is half the fun," Dick beamed, picking her up with his arms around her waist. Her legs draped over his hips. His hands ran down her spine, tracing the lithe muscles in her back as he pressed his lips to her collarbone. "I think you told me that, once, while you were beating the shit out of me."
"Did I really? Well that sounds like some sound advice." She shivered at the trail of kisses he was leaving, her back arching slightly. "And might I add how impressed I am at you currently holding two people up with minimal effort," she laughed into his hair. Her hands held tight to his shoulders as he kissed behind her ear. "If I recall, I'm a small elephant."
"You are not," Dick looked at her pointedly. He closed his eyes and kissed her lovingly, and then jumped as someone pounded on the door.
"You guys can't keep your hands off of each other for five minutes! Come on, put it back in your pants and let's get out of here!" Stephanie shouted, and then cried out. "Ow? What! They are…" she trailed off as she walked away. Dick smiled.
"Rain check. We'll continue this later," he kissed her ear, sighing contentedly.
"You go ahead and say that, but you know I'm going to cheat," Harley told him with a mischievous smile, biting his bottom lip. She unhooked her legs from around his waist, landing softly on the floor. She picked up her pants from on the bench. "What's the saying, an elephant never forgets?" She laughed, winking at him.