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: I feel as if I've been languishing, I don't really know what 'languishing' means but it seemed like an apt word to describe my current state of mind. Damn… sorry once again for the long wait.
Anyway – wow… I've got a lot of requests that I should include Barbara Gordon and Donna Troy in this fic, so, since I'm not one to disappoint my readers, I will oblige. Also, you may or may not hate me for what I'm about to do as it is slightly cliché and I might have over-written it a little… but I'm only babbling!
Again, thank you so much for the feedback! The reviews have been most appreciated!
[CHAPTER EDITED] [2013/03/25]
Disclaimer: The Multiverse Theory: Somewhere, within the quantum foam of existence, amongst the very building blocks of reality, there is a universe that I own these characters… However, in this one, I do not.
Bridezillas & Kryptonite
04.2.
~Chapter Four~
Part Two
Engagement Parties & Surprises
Dick looked himself over one last time in the mirror of his old bedroom before stepping back and smiling at his appearance, satisfied – he wore a simple blue buttoned-down shirt with black dress pants, he even attempted to smooth back his unruly black hair a little.
He had made sure not to go over the top in his appearance, but knew Bruce would notice the second he saw him, he would just have to make sure not to come off to obvious or else his and Tim's big surprise would be spoiled.
There was a knock at the door, and when he turned he saw Alfred standing there. "Most of the guests have arrived, Master Richard," the butler announced. "I also just spoke with Master Bruce over the telephone – he and Miss Diana will arrive within the hour."
Dick flashed him a broad grin. "Thanks, Alfred. What about Tim? How far is he with the 'project'?"
"As far as I know, Master Tim is busy 'cleaning-up', as he calls it."
"Everything's on schedule then?"
"Yes sir."
A few minutes later, as Dick and Alfred walk down the main staircase, both Clark and Wally were standing there, chatting briefly before noticing the two of them.
"Dude, this was the best idea ever." Wally grinned.
Clark smiled in agreement. "The ballroom's packed."
"We're pleased to hear that, Mister Kent." Alfred smiled.
"You know what to do when Bruce and Diana go in, right?" Dick asked.
Wally snorted lightly. "Wait until the doors open and when the lights go on yell 'surprise!'. It's cakewalk." He said confidently.
"…Speaking of Bruce and Diana, by the sound of things they're not far now – less than a block away, I think." Clark stated.
"Get into position," Dick said firmly. "Tell everyone to be as quiet as possible."
Both heroes nodded in understanding and were gone in less than a second.
Dick then turned to Alfred, his nerves a little shaken at that stage but was smiling nonetheless. "Are you up for a little acting, Alfred?"
"Always," The butler replied.
Dick brought his hands together and rubbed them. "Alright, it's show time."
The Manor was unnaturally dark when Bruce and Diana pulled up in the driveway the evening, a strange sense of calm seemed to hang over it and it was quiet… too quiet.
Bruce was instantly suspicious.
"What's going on?" Diana asked as they pulled up in the driveway. "Why is it so dark?"
"I don't know," Bruce admitted when he got out and walked over to passenger side of the car, opening the door for her. As he did, the front door opened and he saw Dick and Alfred walking towards them, both of them looking oddly grim for some reason. "…but, I have a feeling we're about to find out."
"Good evening, Master Bruce, Miss Diana." Alfred said solemnly, his mouth pulled into a thin line as his greying eyebrows were furrowed together.
"Dick, Alfred, is there something wrong?" Diana asked, noticing the butler's expression.
"Aw geez…" Dick said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Should we tell them, Alfred?"
"I think it's better if we show them instead, sir." The butler said, nodding at him.
Bruce gave his ex-ward the once over – something was up, since when did Dick gel his hair back?
"Show us what?" he asked slowly, gauging both of their reactions.
"Look, just don't freak out or anything," Dick said. "But we need you to follow us."
Diana and Bruce looked at each other in surprise.
"That's fine, Dick, but you are worrying us – did something happened?" Diana asked. "Where is Tim?"
"Master Tim is inside, Miss." Alfred answered.
"Just trust us, you have to see this." Dick insisted. Without another word he turned and walked through the doors.
Confused by both men's reactions, Bruce and Diana followed Dick inside with Alfred on their heels, and did so until he lead them down the ill-lit hallway to the ballroom where he paused.
"In here," the younger man urged.
Bruce and Diana looked at him strangely before turning to the door. When they opened it, the ballroom was obscured in darkness.
"In you get." Alfred encouraged.
"Alfred, it's completely dark in there," Diana said.
"Maybe, but it is inside that which we wish you to see." The butler said cryptically.
Bruce narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously but went inside with Diana nonetheless. When they reached the middle of the ballroom, Diana turned back to Dick and Alfred.
"Just a little further in," Dick said before she could ask.
"Can you at least turn on the lights so that we know what we're looking at?" she asked, frowning.
For a moment, Bruce could have sworn he saw the two of them exchanging amused smirks with each other.
"As you wish," Alfred said, flipping the switch on the wall.
When the lights came to life, he blinked, stunned when he saw several dozen familiar faces staring back at him.
But just as Bruce opened his mouth, there was a loud chorus of 'SURPRISE' that rung out in a multitude of different voices from all directions.
Blinking, it took Bruce several moments longer than it normally would have to register the fact that Clark Kent, John Stewart, Shayera Hol, Wally West, J'onn J'onzz (now John Jones), Barbara and Jim Gordon, Lucius Fox, Lois Lane and half the Justice League was in his house (and in indirectly, in his city too). The entire ballroom was decorated as well, there were bright, different coloured lights everywhere and the tables in the back were all stockpiled with different types of food while the door leading out onto the balcony overlooking the garden stood open – the garden too was well lit with paper lanterns and more fairy lights.
So much for that rule…
Diana was equally stunned but was the first to speak. "What- what is all this?"
There was then a red-headed blur (Wally) and when Bruce and Diana looked again, they were both holding champagne glasses. A flash of light followed after that.
"I hope you don't mind," Clark began, smiling at them with a camera in his hands, "but we wanted to celebrate your engagement properly."
"You mean… this is for us?" Diana asked.
John nodded, "Of course."
"You guys can thank Dick and Tim for the party." Wally said.
J'onn nodded. "We just… assisted in its preparation."
Diana smiled at all of them before turning back to Dick. "Is this true?"
"Alfred's the one that came up with the idea this morning, Tim and I just took it from there." Dick said with a full-blown smirk etched over his face.
"We apologize for the charade earlier, Miss Diana, but it was a necessary evil." Alfred
Diana beamed at both of them before enveloping first Dick then Alfred in a hug and kissed both of them on the cheek.
"Thank you." She said sincerely. Alfred kept his face straight while there was a slight flush over Dick's cheeks and the smirk was wiped clean off.
When Diana walked over to join the others, Dick regained some of his lost composure and cleared his throat before turning back to Bruce.
"So…" he trailed-off, "Surprise?"
There were days Barbara Gordon wondered to herself what her life would have been like if she never became Batgirl, if she'd just kept her nose clean and never got involved in the superhero business.
Tonight, however, wasn't that type of night. She knew joining the Batclan would have some perks to it; this was obviously one of them.
She was living out every kid's dream – she was in a room with some of the world's most powerful beings – aliens, archers, speedsters, magicians – vigilantes of every flavour, powerhouses you could only see on the news or read about in the paper. And she was in spitting distance of most of them. It was totally awesome.
However, she wasn't so sure if she could say if her father agreed with that.
Jim was polite as ever, he even made some small talk here and there to some of the non-Meta Leaguers but was clearly uncomfortable and was taking refuge with Mr Fox over at the punch table in the corner.
"Having fun?" she asked, walking over him when Mr Fox had left to congratulate the happy couple.
"You could say that," he said. "It's been… an interesting night."
Barbara would have laughed – 'interesting' might have been an understatement but she didn't point it out to him. "But why are you hiding here?" she teased. "The party's that way, Dad."
Jim shifted the weight on his foot to the other awkwardly. "I know, I just…" he said and paused for a few moments. "What do I even say to these people?" he grumbled.
"It's surprisingly simple, just go over and talk to somebody, mingle a little."
"I'm not exactly the gripping conversationalist, Barb."
Barbara tried again in convincing her father to join in on the festivities, but gave up on it when Jim refused to budge. He was stubborn, she would give him that – after all she had to get it from somewhere…
When she spotted Dick, she called him over. "Please, you talk to him. But let it be stated that I tried." She said, shaking her head futilely.
Dick stared at the redhead in amusement. "What's up?"
"My daughter thinks I need to socialize more," Jim stated.
Dick laughed. "She's got a point there, Commissioner."
Jim sniffed. "That's it – I'm going before you kids gang-up on me." He said stubbornly, leaving the two of them as he headed to the double doors leading out onto the balcony.
"What was that all about?" Dick asked, walking up next to her, putting his hands in his pockets.
"He's just a little out of his element," Barbara said, "Too many capes."
"Where does that leave you?" he asked, looking at her curiously.
"He's still a little freaked out about the whole 'his daughter is a vigilante' thing, but he's getting used to the idea at least."
"That's good to hear, Babs."
"Yeah… and how's Bruce taking the 'surprise'?" she asked, changing the subject as she turned her head to look at him.
"Weirdly enough, I think he's enjoying himself – he's not happy about all the attention, but Diana's is so I think we're in the clear." He said. "On an entirely different note, you look pretty."
"And you just noticed that now?" she asked with a smirk.
"No… just making a general observation," he said. "But, I'm serious, Babs… you look great."
The way he said it caused a slight flutter in Barbara's throat. "Well… you don't look too bad either…" she said and mentally admitted he didn't look bad, at all. A thought then jumped up on her. "…Hey… I just had an idea."
"Uh-huh…"
"It's kinda crazy," she warned lightly.
Dick's grin returned with vigour. "Sounds interesting…"
"Very… look, Dick, I know you're leaving Gotham in the morning, but, maybe, if you have some free time when you come back again, we could-" Unexpectedly, something went off in Dick's pocket and they both jumped a little.
"Sorry, but I have to get this – hang on to that thought?" Dick asked hopefully and fished out a small communicator. "Go." He said and listened. "Seriously, already…? You work fast, little brother." Another brief pause, "Uh-huh… right… Thanks for the heads-up, Tim. I'm on it – just come down to the party when you're finished, okay?"
"What is it?" Barbara asked curiously.
"I'm actually expecting someone important to show up." Dick said as slid the communicator back into his pocket and started looking around until his eyes stopped scanning the room and a particularly large smile broke out over his face. "Ah, there she is."
Barbara stared at him blankly – she? "Huh…?"
When she looked to see what, or rather who, Dick was talking about, there was an dull pang in the base of her stomach when she saw her standing at the main doorway – she was Greek by the look of it, she was tall, had rich olive skin, waist-length raven black hair and bright blue eyes, and beautiful in a way that would make even the most self-confident girl (much like Barbara herself) feel inferior.
"Good, she's here." Dick said happily
She blinked. "What?"
"I invited her. Man, I've been waiting for her to show up all night. The party wouldn't have been the same without her."
It then dawned on Barbara. "Oh…"
"Listen, Babs, I have to go now, but before I do, wasn't there something you wanted to ask me?"
For some reason, the fluttering Barbara felt earlier in her throat was replaced with an uncomfortable dryness. "Um… on second thought, never mind. It wasn't important."
Dick's face fell slightly. "Earlier it kinda sounded important to me…"
"It did to me too until I changed my mind a few seconds ago." She said. "Anyway, you shouldn't be standing here talking to me, didn't you say have to go over there? Your guest is waiting."
Dick looked like he wanted to say something but when he opened his mouth he seemed to think better of it and closed it again.
"Right…" he said, reluctantly stepping back. "…I guess I'll see you around then?"
"Yeah, you can count on it." Barbara said, forcing a smile as she watched him go off. It faded however when Dick walked up to the new arrival and started talking.
Turning her back, she scanned the table, wondering if she could get something stronger than punch…
The atmosphere in the ballroom that night was lighter than Diana ever remembered it to be, usually when it was another one of Bruce's cooperate functioned, the room was filled with dozens of people with tight-lipped smiles and forced, stiff laughs, it wasn't the case with the League.
Once the initial surprised had worn off and second rounds of congratulations dealt out, the mood in the room livened up considerably and at some point people started dancing while everyone else just focused on having a good time.
The music had slowed down and the lights had dimmed somewhat, the dance floor had filled out save for a few couples, Bruce and Diana occupying the centre of it, completely oblivious to their surroundings and any onlookers.
With her head against his chest, Diana had her eyes closed and listened to the steady tempo of Bruce's heartbeat as the two of them slow-danced.
When somebody tapped Bruce on the shoulder, he reluctantly looked away from his princess but smiled when he saw who it was and stopped dancing.
Sensing this, Diana opened her eyes and looked up at him curiously. "Bruce?"
Bruce, still smiling, looked up with his eyes, wordlessly gesturing for her to do the same. When she did, she saw Dick standing next to them – seemed to be standing in front of someone, blocking them from view.
"Dick?" she asked.
"Sorry for cutting in," he apologized.
Diana smiled and stood up a little straighter. "That's okay, is something wrong?"
"No, there's just somebody who really wants to see you." He said and stepped aside, revealing a younger woman that was the mirror image of Diana herself.
Diana's breath caught. "Donna!" she exclaimed breathlessly, breaking away from Bruce and turned towards her sister, embracing her tightly.
"It has been a long time, hasn't it?" Donna laughed and returned the hug warmly. "I hope you don't mind but Dick invited me."
"Of course not, but how…? When did you get here?" Diana asked, pulling back to look over her little sister.
Donna beamed up at her. "Barely a few minutes ago, I'm just happy I didn't miss the festivities." She said and turned her head in Bruce's direction. "And I'm happy for both of you as well. You have a beautiful home, Bruce."
"It's nice seeing you again, Donna." Bruce said cordially.
"Likewise…" she said and stepped back. "When I heard you were on Themyscira that day, I didn't believe it at first until I asked Mother about it – it was quite unexpected. The Island is still buzzing about that, everyone is still talking."
Dick sniggered. "It's been the same here all week too."
Donna giggled. "Thank you for inviting me, Dick. I was worried when I received your message this morning that I wouldn't make it on time."
"Don't mention it, and sorry for the short notice."
Bruce clasped his hand over Dick's shoulder. "Maybe it's better if we leave and let you catch up with each other – don't you think, Dick?"
Dick nodded. "Ladies." he said as he and Bruce left.
"We have so much to talk about," Diana said, leading Donna away off of the dance floor and to the side lines. "How are you? How is Mother?"
"She's well, we're both fine." She reassured. "We're just a little… curious."
"Oh?"
"You are aware that none of us have really ever been to a wedding before… and marriage is something of an alien concept to me. Exactly how does it work? I've heard something somewhere about women entering it promising to 'obey' their spouse?"
Diana was a little startled at this. "I… am not sure. I only know what I've seen… but I doubt it's too complicated."
"Well, alright, I just wanted to be sure. Mother was very brief with the details and neither Artemis nor Phillipus responded very well when I asked about certain aspects about it."
"Do I even ask how those two in particular took the news?" Diana asked, smiling weakly.
Donna bit her lower lip. "Like everyone else… Phillipus told me she was actually there when Bruce asked for Mother's blessing, and Artemis is… Artemis."
"How badly did she overreact?" Diana sighed.
"…Let's just say it's a good thing there were no large, sharp objects nearby."
Meanwhile…
Tim rubbed his eyes with his right palm and with his free hand worked out the kink in his neck he got from sitting hunched in front of his computer for three hours straight as he headed down the main staircase leading into the front lobby.
On his way down, Barbara happened to walked in at the same time.
"Barbara," he called.
Barbra turned around and smiled at him, "Hi, Timmy."
Tim stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "Hi… are you heading out?" he asked.
"Yeah… it's getting late,"
"Really…?" he asked checking his watch. "It's only eight-thirty."
Barbara shook her head. "I know. I just thought I should get an early start on patrol. But I'll see you later, okay?" she said and walked to the door.
"O-kay…?" Tim said, watching as the door slammed shut behind her when she left. "…Weird…"
Slightly bewildered, Tim shook his head dismissively before going his way again.
It was quieter out on the balcony, it was less crowded and when Tim stepped outside, Bruce and Dick were talking casually until they saw the young vigilante.
"Yay, Tim's here – now it's a celebration!" Dick grinned.
"Easy with the enthusiasm, Dick, you might give yourself a headache." Tim said dryly.
Dick shrugged. "So I'm naturally happy, sue me."
Bruce could only shake his head. "Where were you until now anyway, Tim?" he asked.
Tim smiled at him sheepishly. "Well, I had an idea for a scrapbook sort of as an early wedding present, but since there weren't really any photos to work with, I came up with a different angle."
"I helped," Dick added cheerfully.
Tim scoffed. "If you would call holding the camera for five minutes while I went to the bathroom 'helping' then yes, yes you did. By the way, why was there a candy wrapper stuck at the bottom?"
Dick pouted. "Hey, what's with the third degree? And it wasn't like I didn't do anything – I interviewed Green Lantern too, even you said that footage was awesome."
"Okay, fine that was kind of cool," Tim admitted grudgingly.
Bruce arched an amused brow. "You interviewed the League?"
"It was the best we could do in five hours," Dick said.
"That, and Dick was too cheap to go into town and buy an actual gift from the store." Tim quipped snidely.
Dick looked affronted at this. "I'll let you know that's call being frugal!" he said defensively.
"Cheap is still cheap, Dick." Tim deadpanned. "But moving on, I just finished putting all the finishing touches on it before I came here. The DVD is down in the Cave if you want to take a look at it later, Bruce."
Bruce nodded. "I'll be in mind to do that."
"Cool," Tim smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm starving – is there still food left on the buffet table?"
"Probably, but Wally is having a field day with that one so I wouldn't get my hopes up too much." Dick said. "And I'm pretty hungry too. I'll go with you."
When they left, they passed Clark as he came out from the inside. After a brief hello between them, Tim and Dick disappeared from sight amongst the guests.
"What are you doing outside?" Bruce asked.
"Getting some fresh air, and by the look of things, I'd say we had the same idea." Clark said and walked over to stand at Bruce's side.
"I thought it would be better if I gave Diana a chance to spend time with her sister." He said. "They haven't seen each other for a while."
"No they haven't," Clark smiled. "But, you seem distracted."
"Do I?"
Clark nodded. "You do – care to share why that is?"
"Not particularly…" Bruce said, but sighed slightly when he saw the look Clark gave him out of the corner of his eye. "But… if you must know, all of this, it's… strange to think that you would all go through so much effort."
"What are friend for? You know we could only be happy for you and Diana."
"So I've been told…" Bruce said dryly.
"No, no, I'm serious – we all care for you both. Besides, everyone is enjoying themselves, so it's an added bonus." Clark said cheerfully.
Bruce smiled briefly. "Right…"
Just then, Wally appeared at the door. "Hey, Bats, are you and Supes just gonna stand out here all night or are you coming back in again?"
"We'll be right there, Wally," Clark reassured before turning back to Bruce. "Are you coming?"
"I will, but before I do, there is one more thing I have to do."
Clark looked at him curiously. "It sounds serious."
"It is, but it won't take too long. I've been meaning to ask for a while but the opportunity just never seemed to come up at the right time."
"Bruce, you're talking in circles."
"Alright, I'll just cut to the chase then," Bruce said matter-of-factly. "Clark Kent, do you want to be my best man?"
Wally's jaw practically unhinged itself as a stunned silenced followed after Bruce's words.
"Wow…" they heard Wally say, neither Bruce nor Clark paid him much attention mostly because for the first time in living memory, Clark was totally and utterly speechless.
Dick came back again and walked up next to Wally. "What's going on?" he asked.
Bruce only smirked as he was pretty sure the Kryptonian had gone into shock. "Am I going to get an answer anytime soon?"
Clark blinked once, then twice, and then ultimately a third time and stirred before snapping out of his stunned state. "I… Bruce – are you sure?" he asked.
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't, Clark."
Clark smiled sheepishly. "Gee… you weren't kidding when you said it was an important question."
"And I still don't have an answer."
A megawatt smile lit up Clark's face. "I'd be honoured."
Bruce nodded. "Good." He said and held out his hand to shake Clark's.
Clark, however, obviously had a different idea and when Bruce saw the all-too familiar look on his face, he withdrew his hand and took a step back, suddenly glaring.
"Kent, if you dare…" he threatened, using his Batman voice.
"I think I'll take my chances." Clark said.
Before Bruce could protest any further, he was enveloped in a bone crushing hug from the Man of Steel for the third time that week.
Over Clark's shoulder, he saw Wally started laughing so hard, the speedster was practically in tears while Dick stifled sniggers as he pulled out his phone from his pocket.
"Oh, my, gosh – he's blushing!" Wally gasped between breaths and looked at Dick. "Dude, are you getting any of this?"
"Oh yes," Dick said and held up his phone. "Smile for the camera, Bruce!"
Bruce ignored them as he glared at Clark again. "Kent!"
Clark only laughed.
"Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people; you can set your watch by them. And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting."
– Sylvester Stallone
"I was called out in the dark,
By a choir of beautiful cheats.
And as the kids took back the parks –
You and I were left with the streets…"
"Show me now, show me the arms aloft –
Every eye trained on a different star.
This magic - this drunken semaphore,
And I…"
- Snow Patrol, 'Called Out in the Dark' Lyrics
A/N: This is a very long Author's Note – feel free the skip it if you wish. Okay, before any of you jump down my throat about Clark being best man, my reasons for picking him is as following:
1) I watched all 10 Seasons of Smallville in a 2 week time period (It was an awesome 2 weeks)
2) He's really fun to write
3) I am currently the proud owner of 2 Superman t-shirts, 5 Superman Movies & All 10 seasons of Smallville
4) I like writing when he messes with Bruce
5) Superman Hugs make everything better! :D
So, yeah, Clark's the best man! Who knew, right? *Sarcasm*
Help Wanted: Okay here's my situation, I've been re-watching all 10 seasons of Smallville (only because I'm awesome that way and not because I don't have anything better to do…) and, an idea struck me; Clark Kent/Superman + Red Kryptonite = Awesomeness & Serious Badassery (that last one is only a real word in the dictionary of my mind)… the only problem is, I don't have a clue how such a chapter would go. I already have the next two or three chapters worked out, but this idea popped into my mind so suddenly, it absolutely refuses to leave my mind and since the name of this story is Bridezillas & Kryptonite, it's only fitting, no?
If any of you have any ideas as to how I might be able to use this, please, leave a review or PM … or it could be a one-shot - any help is seriously appreciated!
In Response with the previous chapter's reviews:
Cajun Strong Man: Personally, I would have if I was Diana, and I had originally pictured something like that happening, but the idea of Bruce getting back at her in some small way was too good to pass up (and that part was really fun to write too).
Red: Thank you, you are too generous! :D
TwiTragic13: I don't think it's logical to assume that the entire League knows his true identity, but when I did research about Batman, apparently in the comics a good half and a bit knows he is Bruce Wayne, so for the purpose of this fic, they do too. Also, I apologize for the lack of WW/BM Fluff! I will rectify the matter A.S.A.P. – no worries, and thanks for reviewing!
The Goddamn Dark Knight: It's just easier to write if the chapters are a little shorter – with some of the other stuff I have written, I usually crank out chapter that are 7k's a piece and that normally takes me a shamefully long time to write edit and the quality isn't always up to my standards.
B1udman: Haha, sorry for bursting your Joker-bubble ;) and true that about the bachelor party. I hope you liked this chapter. I love your suggestion about Hawkgirl and Vixen fighting at the wedding (that is a definite maybe). And as to how involved Dick and Tim will be, since I'm a huge fangirl of anything remotely Nightwing & Robin related, I'm going to make a point of it that they feature fairly often but not so often as to shift the main focus off of what it really going on in the story.
Guest: Interesting idea, I'll keep it in mind. Oh, but if you must know, in the end, Lex Luthor isn't going to be the main bad guy (that role is going to be played by someone who I think makes Luthor look like a playground bully in comparison – anyone care to venture a guess who that is?)
Masomalik: :D Thank you!
PhoenixRose76: Sorry for the wait! Hope you liked it!
1Superman4Me:Okay that has got to be a coincidence . . Also, I do not make assumptions but I'm happy you like it!
mbembet: *Grins Broadly* I need not tell you of my gratitude for the fear of my swelling ego but I'll say it anyway, thank you!
InvisibleInc: Hehehe – that line just snuck up on me. I'm just glad it was worth the strange look my dad gave me at the dinner table (I looked like the Joker because I couldn't stop smiling at the whole idea)
Electricboa: And I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for reviewing!
Alright, alright – review, review, review! They're like sunshine and happiness all rolled into one!
Until Next Time,
GoddessofDawn out