Summary: (BM/WW Wedding-fic) When Batman finally gathers the courage to ask Wonder Woman to marry him, the Dark Knight gets more than he bargained for when the entire League decided to pitch in and help plan their impending nuptials – contains fluff, random humour, a temperamental Amazon princess, drunken bachelor-party escapades, and various attempts on Superman's life!
A/N: Anyway, so sorry I haven't updated in… goodness, has it been two weeks already? My life has become disturbingly busy in preparation for college all of a sudden, and I'm not quite feeling my usual mojo… I mean, do you have any idea how it feels like when even the voices in your head stop speaking to you?
On the plus side, I am seriously feeling the love for all you readers, over 50 followers!
To all of you that have reviewed or who are following or have added this story to their favourites, I give a sincere and heartfelt thank you :)
So, without further ado, let's get on with this bad boy! Read on please!
[CHAPTER EDITED] [2013/02/20]
Disclaimer: I want to, I really, really want to say that I own these characters, but if I did, I'm afraid that would make me a liar. DC owns the Justice League, not me!
Bridezillas & Kryptonite
04.1.
~Chapter Four~
Part One
Shopping Excursions & Men of Steel
Gently placing a woman on the ground outside, Superman gave a small salute to the awed onlookers on the side lines before flying up and joined Green Lantern in the air as he evacuated the last of the burning apartment's tenants by creating green slide-like constructs at the windows.
When the last few people were finally out, the constructs faded and Green Lantern pulled back, he turned to face Superman. "Is that the last of them?" he asked as the crowd down below erupted into applause.
Superman waved briefly before looking at his fellow teammate. "It should be. I talked with some of the people inside and the fire-fighters said they didn't see anybody else, so-" he said before pausing.
"Superman…?"
Superman held up his hand, shushing him. "I think I hear somebody…" he said and flew up. Green Lantern followed after him and when the two of them were just above the building, Superman scanned the inside of the building with his x-ray vision.
"Do you see anybody?" Green Lantern asked.
Superman nodded. "On the ground floor, perhaps even the basement – I see two people down there. The staircase leading up is damaged." He said, letting up with the x-ray vision and frowned. "I'll have to go back inside to get them."
"I'll go with you."
"I can carry two people on my own."
"That may be true, but technically you're the one that called for my help – this is helping." Green Lantern countered.
Superman smiled, "Fair enough."
Going back down to the ground, Superman and Green Lantern went in through the front entrance and found the stairwell leading down into the basement and just like Superman had seen, it was destroyed.
Using his ring, Green Lantern made a makeshift pair of stairs leading down. As they descended, Green Lantern held his free hand in front of his face. "The smoke is thicker down here." He said through his hand.
Superman looked around and noticed that the walls were stained with residue, blackened by the fire and only seemed to get darker the lower they went down. The air was thicker down there than it was higher up.
"This must have been where the fire started," he mused.
"Could it have been arson?"
"We can't rule it out but let's not jump to a conclusion yet." Superman said reasonably.
Reaching the bottom step, Green Lantern raised his ring to illuminate the obscuring darkness, and it was clear the basement was used as a laundry room as there were several dozen charred remains of washing machines standing against the walls. In the middle of the room, Superman found the people, two men, on their knees coughing, their clothes covered with ash but oddly not burned.
As Superman went over to the people, Green Lantern thought he saw something move at the far end of the room. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he went over to investigate.
"Sir, are you alright?" Superman asked, kneeling down at the older of the two men.
Still coughing, the man then looked up at him in terror, "Superman, get… out of here! He's nuts."
Superman looked at him in surprise. "Who are you talking about?"
"He started the fire – he's the one that brought us down here when we tried to get out." the other man gasped, "The metal man."
At the same time, on the other side of the room, Green Lantern stopped walking when he heard something move at his side, and when he turned, he felt a brief flicker of fear when two luminous green eyes suddenly appeared towering over him.
Before he could react, a large metal fist came from the dark and landed square on his jaw, sending the Green Lantern practically flying backwards into the opposing wall.
"John!" Superman exclaimed, standing up.
Miraculously, Green Lantern came off only slightly dazed as he sat up and rubbed his jaw. "I'm okay, Superman," he said, getting up shakily. "I just want to know what sucker-punched me."
Superman glared at the offender in the darkness. "I might have an idea about that."
In response to his words, a tall shape of a man made out of metal stepped into the little light there was, green eyes shining eerily as the cyborg smiled at him. "Hello, Superman."
"Metallo," Superman acknowledged.
Superman didn't take his eyes off the cyborg when he addressed the two men who in the meantime stood up. "Go, get to safety." He said lowly.
The men nodded before rushing over to the green stairs.
"Maybe you should follow your own advice," Metallo suggested. "I see you brought somebody down with you. It's a pity; I didn't want this to get any messier than it needed to be."
Without another word, Superman rushed him straight on, hoping to catch him off guard. Metallo anticipated such a reaction and just when he was in range, the latch over his chest that exposed the Kryptonite heart within.
All of a sudden, the awful nausea hit Superman like a truck and stopped him dead in his tracks.
"We don't have time for this." Green Lantern said and intervened by creating a giant green fist that smashed into Metallo's side, causing him to topple backwards.
Getting up, Metallo glared at him. "I'm sorry do you have something better to do?"
"Actually, yes," Green Lantern said, making a large bubble around the cyborg.
Metallo then held up a small detonator-like device. "Tough."
Pressing the button, the entire room then suddenly enveloped in green flames, further weakening Superman who fell to the ground in twitching agony and distracted Green Lantern long enough for Metallo to shatter the bubble.
As Green Lantern and Metallo punched it out, Superman felt himself unable to breathe – the Kryptonite fumes had worked its way into his lungs, and the sheer heat coming off the green flames caused him to break out in a cold sweat.
Using whatever strength he had left (which was to say almost none), he dragged himself to the one of the corner of the room that wasn't on fire. Sitting up against the wall, Superman watched how Metallo drove his fists against a shield construct Green Lantern had over his head, repeatedly smashing against it until cracks began to show and deepen.
He hated feeling useless, but when he spotted a pipe above their heads, Superman had an idea – carefully taking aim, he fired his heat vision directly onto the pipe, releasing more gas into the air with a loud hiss. The gas then caught fire and abruptly exploded above Metallo's head, Green Lantern shielded by his construct and the cyborg's large metallic frame.
Caught in the blast, when it faded, a partly-melted Metallo didn't react fast enough when another green fist came from under and hit him in the face, promptly knocking him out.
Creating another force field bubble around the unconscious cyborg, Green Lantern came over to Superman's side and helped him up, letting the weakened Man of Steel lean onto him for support as he put his arm over his shoulder and practically dragged him up the stairs with the bubble following afterwards.
Once they got outside, Superman relished in the fresh air, and as they waited for the proper authorities to take care of Metallo, he started feeling better despite the fact that he was almost completely covered in a thick black layer of soot.
When Metallo was taken into custody and the fire properly extinguished, just as Superman and Green Lantern were getting ready to depart from the scene and take off into the air to go their separate ways, both of their communicators went off simultaneously.
Answering it, J'onn's voice sounded over the link. "Superman, you and Green Lantern are needed on the Watchtower immediately."
Meanwhile…
A small part of Diana admitted what she was doing was probably not right, but on the other hand, there was no denying the fact that she found the expression on her reluctant companion's face more than just a little amusing.
Trying on her fourth stiletto for that hour, Diana sat back and raised her foot so that she could examine the gorgeous shoe she had on. "So, what do you think?" she asked. "What looks better – the crimson or the burgundy?"
Sitting in the middle of a crowded boutique with several shamefully colourful shopping bags on his lap, it was the fifth store she had dragged him to and Bruce was clearly far away and out of his comfort zone as he stared at Diana first and then over at the small mountain of shoeboxes at her side.
"I don't see a difference." He stated.
"Don't be silly, Bruce, of course there is." She said matter-of-factly as she stood up and pointed at the two seemingly identical shoes on her feet. "See, the one on the right is a lighter shade than the other – that's the crimson."
Bruce blinked up at her, wearing an expression like he had just run headfirst into a brick wall.
"I still don't see a difference. They're both red." He deadpanned.
Diana purposely ignored this statement and looked down at the shoes again. "Mmm… you know what? I should just go with the burgundy. I think I have a dress of the same colour."
Bruce perked up at this, hope that his ordeal was finally over flashing in his eyes.
"Then again…" Diana said, dashing his hopes, "now that I think about it, I could have sworn I saw the exact same pair in black. Maybe I should try them on instead."
Bruce groaned.
As he set aside the bags on the ground, he then reached out and took Diana's hand, pulling her towards him so that she sat on his lap, completely disregarding the fact that they were in a public place.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he half-accused.
Without missing a beat, Diana wrapped her arms around his neck. "What makes you say that?" she asked innocently, enjoying a slight tingle that ran down her spine when she felt his hands move to her lower back.
Bruce sighed. "You're killing me woman."
"Come now, Bruce, it's just a couple of shoes." Diana chided lightly.
"I'm sorry, 'a couple'?" he said dryly.
"Okay, perhaps I have developed a slight fixation with Italian leather, but if I'm not mistaken, you said you would make up for going to the media about us without discussing it with me first… and as it stands, I am in the market for a new pair of high heels… or, several pairs."
"I could just save us all the trouble and buy this entire store." It wasn't a bluff, he would.
"That won't be necessary. I also believe this what you call a 'chain store', so that means it's not on the market."
Bruce scoffed. "One thing about being a billionaire, Princess, I consider buying things that aren't for sale is something of a specialty of mine."
She kissed him briefly. "No," she said firmly and pulled away. "I think I like this arrangement much better."
When she spotted a blond sale's attendant, Diana sat back and called her over, completely comfortable about her current sitting position on Bruce's lap.
"Yes, excuse me – can I have a look at those boots I saw coming in, please? I want to try them on next."
"Which ones are you referring to, Miss, the Dolce & Gabbana or the Louis Vuitton?" the attendant asked.
Diana smiled sweetly. "Both."
Bruce groaned again as the attendant supressed a smile.
The Watchtower…
"I'm sorry, Batman is what?" Superman asked, staring up blankly at the jumbo screen in front of him.
All the founders, minus Batman and Wonder Woman who were absent, had reactions similar to his own – blinking up at the image of Nightwing and Robin with puzzled expressions as an invisible question mark hung over their heads, unsure if they had heard the young vigilante right.
J'onn had reached out earlier about an incoming transmission from the Batcave meant for all of them – the Martian had made it sound urgent until they saw that the broadcast didn't come from Batman, but from his sons.
Nightwing's already prominent grin only widened. "Yep, the old man's grounded."
Stunned silence followed.
The eyebrow behind Flash's cowl twitched. "Say… what?" It was everyone else's sentiment as well.
Robin chuckled. "You guys know that interview Bruce gave to the press yesterday?"
Superman nodded. "Sure do, it made national news."
"Probably international," Green Lantern added.
"Well," Nightwing said cheerfully. "Diana wasn't too happy about him going public the way he did, and, long story short, he has to make it up to her."
"How so…?" J'onn asked.
"Shopping mostly – Bruce has to do anything and everything she wants today without complaining about it."
Flash finally couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, gasping something about 'Shopping', 'Batman' and 'Grounded' in between breaths. Even Superman had to admit that the idea of Bruce being dragged off somewhere against his will, let alone shopping, and not being very happy about it made him smile.
"But, she couldn't have been that mad. Alfred said she couldn't stop smiling when she saw the interview, and didn't she practically jump on him the minute he stepped through the door yesterday?" Robin asked with a smirk.
When Hawkgirl started laughing with Flash and an amused smirk tugged at Green Lantern's lips, Superman cleared his throat. "That's very interesting and all, but didn't you say that you wanted to ask us something?"
"Oh, right." Robin said. "The thing is, we're planning a surprise engagement party for Bruce and Diana… but… erm… we're in over our heads."
"Completely," Nightwing agreed.
"Why don't you bring in professional help?" J'onn suggested. "I understand that there is an Earth profession that entails that sort of thing?"
"We would… but that wouldn't work out. You know how paranoid Bruce is – he'd know if there was somebody in his house and then we'd never hear the end of it." Robin said and shuddered.
"That's why we thought we could ask you instead." Nightwing said.
Green Lantern stared up at the two of them incredulously. "…Us?"
"Yeah, if wouldn't be too much trouble. And you could ask a few of the League members to help out tooo if they're not busy?" Robin asked hopefully.
"Not that we have a problem with that, but what exactly would you have us do?" Superman asked. As much as he wanted to help the boys, he didn't want to raise their hopes either, the League was a team of superheroes not party planners.
"We just need some help setting up tables and putting up decorations," Nightwing explained. "You know, the easy stuff."
Robin nodded. "And maybe help out in the kitchen too. Alfred could definitely use a few extra hands there."
"Okay, but, quick question." Flash said, he and Shayera having finally recovered from their laughing fit. "When exactly is the party?"
Both Nightwing and Robin smiled at the founders with equally sheepish expressions, "Tonight." They answered in unison.
Hawkgirl then snorted delicately. "You're joking."
Superman frowned. "That's a little bit of a steep deadline…"
"We know, but Wing's going back to Blüdhaven tomorrow and today's the only chance we have to get everything ready without tipping Bruce off." Robin said.
The founders all looked at each other with mixed expressions. He had a point there…
"He would find out?" J'onn asked finally.
"He's Batman, of course he would."
A few hours later
Gotham…
Walking back from the countertop, Bruce set down Diana's iced mocha before turning his attention to the tall, extra strong take-away espresso in his own hand.
Downing it, he savoured the piping hot liquid as it ran down his throat. Bruce never thought he would appreciate caffeine more than he already did at that moment. He was proven very wrong that day.
On the other side of the small café table, he noticed how Diana watched him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a satisfied smirk.
"Anything funny, Miss Prince?" he asked.
She leaned forward with her body and smiled. "You are, Mr Wayne." She said matter-of-factly, taking her mocha, tracing the rim of the plastic cup with her pinkie slowly.
He mimicked her posture. "Oh?"
"Quite funny," she agreed.
"And would you like to share what it is about me you find so amusing?"
"Not really." She said, taking a sip from her coffee.
"Very well, if you don't want to share that, may I ask what is next on the agenda?"
Lowering her cup, Diana looked thoughtful. "I believe we've done everything I wanted… but, there is one thing left that I had in mind for today."
"If we do this, will I be forgiven then?"
"Perhaps…" she allowed.
Honestly, it was a chance he was willing to take. "What is it?"
"We passed a movie theatre not too long ago. It didn't look like it showed modern films as the posters on the outside were all in black and white."
Bruce knew about what theatre she was talking about – it was just a few block away from where they were now in the older part of Gotham. "You want to watch a black and white movie?"
Diana nodded. "I've already seen a few on the television, I've grown to quite like them, but I think it might be a different experience on the big screen."
He liked the idea – it was a humble, painless request considering the other things he had been put through that day, and who was he to deny his princess anyway?
…And, if it meant no more shopping, he was all for it.
Wayne Manor…
Clark wasn't sure what exactly he was looking at.
He squinted down at the mysterious substance in front of him and tilted his head slightly to try and make out a definite shape to it but came up with none. "Er… what is this?" he asked.
Lois, the chef of… whatever it was he was looking at, looked at her boyfriend, miffed. "What do you mean 'what is this'? It's obviously… erm, food."
Clark blinked down at the plate. "…Are you sure?"
Lois whacked his upper arm (though admittedly only hurting her hand in the process). "Of course I'm sure!" she said defensively.
Clark sighed – Lois had cornered him at his apartment when he stopped there to change his costume and get the recipe to Ma Kent's famous apple pie. When she found out that he was on his way to Gotham to help the League prepare for Bruce and Diana's engagement party, she insisted (or, more accurately, ordered) Clark to take her with him.
It was a surprisingly generous offer on her part and Clark wasn't about to say 'no' to an extra pair of hands in the kitchen… however, Lois wasn't exactly the best cook ever and wasn't the kind that would listen to him if he made a suggestion.
But, it was when Clark prodded Lois's mystery concoction when he became aware of something burning. Looking around the kitchen, he could tell it wasn't Ollie's curry or even Beatriz's chilli and bell pepper-based chicken as it lacked that subtle spicy aroma, or any aroma for that matter.
Another thing that was also odd was that he could have sworn he heard a type of electrical hum slowly building up pressure in a small, confined space somewhere.
When the realization dawned on him, Clark darted over to the other side of the kitchen in a blink of an eye and practically ripped open the microwave door, nearly taking it off in the process as a thick black smoke emanated from within.
Waving it away, he backed away from the microwave with his hand over his face. Giving the appliance a quick look-over with his x-ray vision, he groaned – great, now he owed Bruce a new microwave.
He then pulled out another plate of some… unknown, charred something. The one thing that was even remotely identifiable was the silver fork sticking out of it. "You put a fork in a microwave?" he asked absurdly, seeing that the switch was set on 'high', wondering how it didn't explode.
Lois sniffed. "How should I have known that was in there? I just threw a bunch of stuff together that I found in the fridge – isn't that how cooking works?"
Clark resisted the urge to facepalm.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Oliver sniggering as he stood near the stove with a large copper pot. J'onn stared at the two of them with amusement while Beatriz (Fire) held her hand over her mouth at the counter and giggled and Helena (Huntress) openly laughed as she pulled out a tray of freshly made lasagne out of the oven.
When Alfred came over and peered inside what was left of the appliance, a look of mild horror worked its way over his face. Who could blame him? Some of… whatever it was Lois had tried to make blew up in the process… it was not a pleasant sight for anybody.
"I promise I'll replace that, Alfred." Clark said with a sigh.
Alfred, being the poised English gentleman that he was, quickly smoothed his expression when he turned back to him. "That quite alright, Mister Kent, I've been meaning to speak to Master Bruce about getting a new one for ages now."
Clark smiled at the butler apologetically before turning to his girlfriend and frowned.
Lois saw this and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't look at me like that, Smallville." She grumbled as she sat down at the table in the middle of the kitchen.
"Lois, it's great that you want to help, but cooking…" Clark said, pausing momentarily to choose his words carefully. "…is not your strong point."
"Just say it straight, Clark, I'm crap." She said bluntly.
"No, you're just not used to being in a kitchen," Clark amended. "I've been doing this type of thing since I was a kid. I use to help Ma cook all the time."
Lois huffed and looked down – she was pouting, which was never a good sign.
When that didn't work, Clark tried something different. "Okay, how about this – I still have to bake a cake for the party tonight, why don't you help me with that?" he suggested.
"You'll let me near a mixer?" she asked sceptically.
"Actually, Lois, I was thinking more along the lines of you getting the ingredients I need and bringing it over to me." He admits, mentally adding that she had in no way access to any more of Bruce's expensive kitchen appliances – he was only living on a reporter's salary…
Lois eventually sighed and stood up. "…Fine, I'll just have to settle on being your charming assistant." She said sarcastically.
"Well, you are very charming…"
Meanwhile, when Alfred walked over to J'onn, the Martian turned to the butler curiously.
"Are all humans so spirited?" J'onn asked, at that moment he was standing with a cutting board, a heap of different vegetables in front of him, knife in hand. J'onn had been on Earth for a while now, but human cuisine was one of the things that had always fascinated him.
Alfred smiled. "Some are, but none quite like Miss Lane."
J'onn nodded in agreement at the statement. But, at the same time, just as Clark was telling Lois what to get him, his ultra-sensitive hearing picked up something and he stopped midsentence. "Hold that thought."
It came from the ballroom, the sound of something falling. Somehow, a chain of the grand crystal chandeliers snapped and it fell, but Clark homed in on the sound and caught it right before it could crush the ice sculpture Tora (Ice) was busy making in the middle of the room.
"Nice catch, Supes!" Wally commented from the side-lines. He and Michael (Booster Gold) were busy setting up the lights – fairy lights completely covered the roof and ran down to the middle of the wall, giving the impression that they were in a marquee of light.
With the chandelier still in his hands, when Clark reattached it against the roof by welding together the chain that had snapped with heat vision, he then took a minute to admire everyone's handiwork, impressed at what he saw.
Zatanna was busy setting up tables, magically arranging and rearranging where she saw fit while Dinah was arranging flowers. Outside, Shayera, John and Hank and Don Hall (Hawk and Dove) were putting up paper lanterns in the garden and balcony.
"It looks pretty good, huh." Dick said with a grin as he walked up next to him,
Clark nodded. "Are we making progress?"
"I think so," Dick said. "Oh, and thanks for helping out, not to sound corny or anything, but you're really saving the day here."
Clark smiled. "It's in the job description."
"Yeah, I guess. Anyway, how are things in the kitchen?"
As if rehearsed, there was a loud clanging sound coming from the kitchen followed by Lois's loud protesting. Clark sighed again and shook his head. "Some things, Dick, are better off left being unsaid."
Dick laughed before going back to help with putting up the last of the lights.
Old Theatre…
He was doing it on purpose, distracting her, she was certain of it. It was almost nothing – a few stolen glances, a quick squeeze of her hand or him just simply (purposely) brushing his legs against hers, their knees touching – but somehow, those brief, seemingly innocent little touches were enough to drive her to distraction, and about ten minutes into the film Diana still didn't have a clue what it was about.
Not that it was at all unpleasant (no, it definitely wasn't that), but the same could be said that Diana was having an awfully hard time concentrating on what was happening on the screen in front.
"Stop it." Diana whispered, mildly reprimanding him as her lip quirked involuntarily.
"I have no idea what you are referring to." Bruce said, keeping his face forward as he ran his fingers through hers.
Be strong, Diana, she chanted in her mind. "I don't know what is going on in the movie."
"You see, the man with the fedora is trying to solve a murder,"
"That's not what I meant – you're distracting me."
It was dark in the theatre, but Diana was sure Bruce was smirking. "Am I now?"
"Yes." she insisted, speaking louder than she intended. When somebody in the front row shushed her, she drew back into her seat slightly before glaring at Bruce.
"I'm only trying to pass time." he said quietly. "I already know who did it."
Diana stared at him in disbelief. "How could you know? We've only been here for fifteen minutes."
"I have my ways…" he said cryptically. "But, if you absolute insist, I'll leave you alone so you can find out for yourself."
Diana wasn't exactly sure if she wanted that, but nodded anyway. "Thank you."
But, barely two minutes after that, Diana felt his eyes on her again. Damn this man and his disarming ways, she thought as she took a small breath and focused only on the screen, despite the fact that nothing that was happening on it was registering in her mind.
Eventually, however, she couldn't take the suspense any longer. She turned her head only in the slightest to see him watching her.
She narrowed her eyes. "Stop it." She said again.
Oh, he was most definitely smirking now. "Am I still distracting you?"
Yes. "I'm trying to concentrate on the film. So far, I only know for sure that that woman the detective keeps chasing has a knack for leading him into dangerous situations…" she said before frowning. "Speaking of the detective, he seems like an intelligent man – why does he allow himself to get tricked like that?"
"You would be amazed what some men would do for the attention of a beautiful woman."
"Even if they risk their own wellbeing in the process…?"
"It depends."
"On?"
Bruce smiled, "If that person is worth the risk."
"Pace all the rooms with a jealous style,
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child.
Paint all your soul with the brand designs,
Preach like a saviour, heart on the line."
"Talk all the talk with a model's smile,
Tongue like electric, eyes like a child.
Buy all your highs and the classic cars,
Die on the front page, just like the stars."
- One Night Only, 'Say You Don't Want It' Lyrics
"I love you no matter what you do, but do you have to do so much of it?"
- Jean Illsley Clarke
A/N: So, that's the end of Part One for this chapter – up next, Part Two, the engagement party.
I'm not overly confident with this chapter but it took me a hell of a long time to write so frankly, I'm just happy I finished. Also, sorry that I didn't reveal the identities of the best man and the maid of honour – I'm desperate to try and keep each chapter just below 5 k's, but I promise that's up next.
Also, about the first part of the chapter where Superman is still able to use his heat vision, I know Kryptonite takes away his powers and practically paralyzes him, but for the sake of the chapter, just go with it – I'll take care of it later if any of you hard-core fan really have a serious issue with it.
In Response with the previous chapter's reviews:
Guest: I'm totally planning on doing something similar just like that, you'll just have to wait and see how it comes together.
Wonderwomanbatmanfan: I'm sorry this took so long! Thanks for reading!
The Goddamn Dark Knight: Pun acknowledged – when I planned out the last chapter, I had something similar in mind too, but… alas, I suck at writing fight-scenes.
eli29 (Guest): I can only hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long.
B1udman (Guest): Lol – take it easy, dude, I'm happy you liked it :). I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you on a line about the great best-man question just a little longer, I'm sorry. Also, I'm not completely sure if any of Diana's exes will feature in this story as I'm not overly familiar with another other Wonder Woman characters… and about the Joker being the best man, that is a epically awesome yet incredibly insane idea and I am in-love with it (though it won't happen for real in this story, I could make a totally epic dream-scene type thing in a future chapter). Please review again, I enjoyed this message.
Dougtoo: True, True, True and Bull's Eyes – I'm not sure about the Kryptonite bullets though, but something is definitely going to happen to Supes on the day of the wedding… I say nothing else. Oh, and thanks for reviewing!
Red (Guest): I originally wasn't going to write the bachelorette party out in detail, but now I'm thinking otherwise – if you don't have a problem with it, can I please use this? It is just too funny to pass up.
mbembet: I can see what I can do, maybe Bruce could go on a solo mission or something and briefly meet with Talia, but as to how exactly that specific encounter would go is something I might have to brainstorm about.
Guest (2): It would, but I'm not actually going to kill Superman, I might put him in life-threatening situations to add a little spice to the story, but I'd never take him out of it. Besides Supes is my… oh, fifth favourite superhero – I leave killing him off to the not-always-so-kind people at DC (they've already done it a few times…).
InvisibleInc: I have to give you credit for this chapter – true, if I was Diana, I would have flipped out, but since I'm not, I opted for a more subtle form of retribution in this chapter. Thank you for pointing this out, I hope you enjoyed!
Quick (Guest): I'm sensing a lot of rage towards Catwoman, but, yes, you make a valid point, Diana would kick Selina's butt in a fight… but, c'mon, you gotta give her some props, Catwoman is pretty awesome in some aspects (I loved her in The Dark Knight Rises).
littlemsstrawberry: :D
1Superman4Me: *Spits out coffee* Wait, are you telling me this story has a bandwagon – for reals? Oh my goodness, that's so awesome! I'm really glad you liked it! I enjoy writing about the Batclan, there will more of them and Alfred in chapters to come.
Dinasis: I personally don't think Diana would have seriously freaked out, she might have been a little unhappy that Bruce didn't discuss his plans with her first… but I think she got Bruce back somewhat in this chapter. Thank you for reviewing.
If I've made anybody unhappy or whatever… leave a complaint and I'll get back to you as soon as my head stops feeling like mush, but, if you actually liked this, awesome.
Until next time,
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