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: What'd ya'll think about my new cover for this story? The internet is awesome...

Oh, and some Bat Family fun up ahead. I apologize now in advance for any OOC-ness (seriously, it's better to just go with the flow on this one).

Anyway, I'm feeling the love for this story, and it's like... rainbows and chocolate brownies and that feeling that's so fantastic that it refuses to leave you and makes you want to smile like a raving lunatic – thank you so much!

Disclaimer: DC owns everything you are familiar with.

Bridezillas & Kryptonite

~Chapter Twelve~
Bonds

When Dick arrived at the Manor that day, instead of going directly to his room so that he could unpack, Bruce had very cryptically half-ordered him to follow him upstairs.

Being cryptic wasn't exactly a new thing if you were Bruce, but the smug smirk on his and Alfred's faces made Dick curious.

"You know what? I think I should move back," Dick stated as they were walking down the hall in the main wing.

"Really now? That would be wonderful, but why do you say so, Master Richard?" Alfred asked.

"Considering I'm here more than I am in Blüdhaven, I figured, why not? There's not much happening in the city right now either."

"You know you're always welcomed here, Dick," Bruce said.

"Yeah, I do," Dick grinned. "So... what's this thing you wanted to show me?"

That mysterious half-smile came back, "Just a thing."

"Uh-huh... right... what's he talking about, Alfie?"

"I'd rather not say anything, young sir," the butler said, his eyes twinkling.

"You're both starting to make me nervous," Dick said dryly. "You're acting weird."

"Nonsense," Alfred said with a small dignified sniff, "I can only speak for myself, but I'm quite looking forward to seeing the look on your face."

Dick raised an eyebrow, "O-kay... if you say so."

Eventually, Bruce stopped in front of a door before he then turned to Dick and gestured him to go inside first.

Dick looked at him strangely for a moment before opening the door and going inside. At first sight, Dick thought he had walked into an empty room – the pale blue walls were bare, but it was brighter than most of the rooms in the Manor, and when he looked again, he saw a wooden crib and a rocking chair.

Blinking a few times, when the realization fully dawned on him, Dick practically attacked Bruce with a bear-hug.

Caught off guard for a minute by Dick's enthusiastic response, Bruce patted the younger man on the back before craning his neck so that he could look at the smirking butler. "I told you he'd react like this."

Alfred chuckled and nodded. "That you did indeed, sir."

Meanwhile...
Some Bridal Store in Gotham

As she inspected herself in a tall, standing mirror, Dinah's blond eyebrows knitted together as her mouth set into a thoughtful line.

"As cliché as what it sounds, does this dress make my butt look big?" she asked, half-turned so that she could look at herself from the side. She was wearing an airy, royal blue dress that came up just above her knees and fanned out at the bottom.

Shayera, who was wearing a dark green, off-shoulder dress nodded absently. "Your butt looks fine, but what do you think of this one?"

"You look great, Shay." Dinah reassured.

"I know that, but don't you think my dress should be different?"

Dinah stared at the Thanagarian oddly. "Why...?"

"I mean, I am the Maid of Honour." The redhead said matter-of-factly. "How are people going to know that?"

From the couch in the middle of the private showroom, Helena rolled her eyes, having heard Shayera brag about this for the fifth time that day already. "Don't you just want a big badge and save us all the trouble?" she asked in a deadpan voice.

Zatanna, who was sitting next to her, snorted into her glass of wine, amused.

Helena was wearing a slinky violet number with a v-shaped neckline while Zatanna wore a sophisticated black dress with a yellow ribbon tied around her waist.

Shayera merely smirked, puffing her chest out a little. "I just want to stand out."

"Yeah, like the wings weren't enough of a conversation starter." Helena said sarcastically.

"She's got you there, Shay," Zatanna grinned. "Besides, you're not supposed to outshine the bride on her own wedding day."

The Thanagarian sniffed and rustled her wings before turning back to face the mirror.

"Speaking of the bride," Dinah began, thinking it better to change the subject, "How do you think Diana's doing?"

Helena shrugged. "Dunno – hey, Di! How you holding up in there?" she called to the adjoined dressing room on the other side of the room.

They heard a muffled "I'll be out in a minute" as a response followed by something that sounded like a frustrated groan.

Zatanna giggled before looking over at Shayera again, lowering her voice slightly. "I've been meaning to ask, what about the bachelorette party?"

At this, both Helena and Dinah perked up excitedly.

"What about it?" Shayera asked, taking a sip of her own wine.

"Well, you are the Maid of Honour," Helena said, mimicking the redhead. "You know you're in-charge of that, right?"

Shayera paused mid-sip before goggling at her. "I'm in-charge of what now?"

Zatanna stared at her in disbelief. "Are you telling us you didn't know that?"

"I knew about the bachelorette party, I didn't think I had anything to do with it."

"Of course it's got something to do you!" Dinah said, "Remember when you got married? We had that party on the Watchtower, where it was just all the girls?"

"No, not really..." Shayera admitted sheepishly.

Helena sniggered. "That's probably because we kept force-feeing you tequila shots all night."

Zatanna looked like she wanted to laugh herself. "Not that Shay put up that much of a fight about that."

"I only remember you putting that damn furry tiara on my head," Shayera said.

Dinah sighed. "Anyway, you should know that Diana was the one that organized it."

"Really...?" Shayera said, surprised. "She never said anything – I thought it was a group effort."

"Nope," Zatanna said, "She did everything. We just showed up."

"Huh... crap." Shayera said, frowning. "This is gonna come back and bite me, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah – big time," Helena agreed.

"Then, what exactly do you do at a bachelorette party?"

"I keep forgetting you're not exactly from around here," Helena said, "But, basically, these kinds of parties are just an excuse to get really drunk, do stupid, stupid things, and sing Sheryl Crow songs when you think no one's listening or too plastered to care who's watching."

Dinah glared at her. "Shut-up..."

"Oh, and there are normally strippers," Zatanna added helpfully.

Helena nodded, ignoring the blond. "And there are usually strippers too... preferably male ones in this case."

"Thanks for the distinction." Shayera said dryly.

Before any of them could say anything else, Diana finally spoke up again. "I'm ready... I think"

"Well come out then," Shayera said, sandwiching herself between Zatanna and Dinah. "Your adoring public awaits you, Princess."

"Just... just don't laugh." Diana said hesitantly.

"Why would we laugh?" Zatanna asked.

"I don't think this I like this dress very much..."

"You can change it later. Come out and show us already," Helena said.

"Yeah, besides, it can't be that bad, Di!" Dinah said, taking a sip from her wine.

Diana sighed. "Alright then..."

However, when the Amazon finally did emerge from the dressing room, Dinah practically choked as the rest of the women gasped in what could only be horror.

"Just so you know, this wasn't my idea," Diana said sulkily.

Made out of what must have been a fusion of frilly lace, gaudy pearls and silk ribbons all stuck together randomly on heavy, almost unnaturally shiny material, the dress was a complete and utter disaster.

"What are you wearing?" Dinah asked, aghast after having recovered.

"Burn that. Now," Shayera ordered.

Diana gritted her teeth. "I would if I could but the price is as hideous as this dress. The woman who supervises the floor practically forced it on me."

"Is she blind?" Zatanna asked absurdly.

"Apparently... I feel like I'm wearing a circus tent."

Helena only nodded slowly, disturbed.

Diana groaned again. "I'm going to change."

"Girls, you know what I think we need right now?" Shayera asked after Diana left.

"What?" Dinah asked.

"More wine."

Needless to say, all three agreed enthusiastically.

Later...
Midnight...

It was in the shadier part of Gotham's industrial area that Nightwing found himself, standing on the roof of an abandoned factory, surveying the area attentively.

"You sure he said he'd be here?" he asked, talking into his comm.

On the other side, Robin sighed. "For the tenth time already, Dick, he said he'll be there – are you sure you want to do this?"

"He's our brother,"

"He also tried to kill us... a few times," Robin said, deadpan.

"I'm not changing my mind, Tim. I'm going to invite him to the wedding."

"And what does Bruce say about that? I seriously doubt bringing Jason to the wedding is going to magically patch things up between the two of them."

"Yeah, sure, but I was hoping to surprise him."

"Oh, he'll definitely be surprised – ...does wanting him there have anything to do with the fact that you're still too cheap to actually get Bruce a proper wedding present? You know you can buy him a toaster instead, right?"

Dick snorted. "What would he do with a toaster? He already has one... and I'm not cheap!"

"Yes, you are, and considering a toaster can't shoot at you, I still think it's the better option."

Nightwing was about to respond when he heard the sound of shouting nearby.

"Oops, gotta go – something came up, but we'll talk again later, okay, little brother?"

"Sure thing, Dick – be careful, Robin out."

Ending the conversation, Nightwing followed the commotion, and it was clear the closer he got, that there was some sort of a fight going on.

Perching himself on the overlooking fire escape, when he looked down into the alleyway, he found Batgirl surrounded by at least half a dozen thugs. Nightwing arrived just in time to see her deliver a painful-looking kick to one of the men's groins and winced on the guy's behalf as he toppled over unceremoniously to the ground.

But, while she was handling herself just fine, kicking the tar out of the thugs in front of her, she didn't notice another sneaking up behind her with an old lead pipe held at the ready like a baseball bat.

It was obvious what he wanted to do, but before he could, the thug felt something or someone tap him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hi there," Nightwing said before punching him in the face.

"What the-" Batgirl began, looking over her shoulder.

"Aw damn, another cape," one of the thugs said before charging straight at Nightwing.

Anticipating the attack, however, Nightwing blocked off the blow aimed at his head with one of his Eskrima sticks and diverted the fist aimed at his stomach with the other.

"What are you doing here?" Batgirl asked.

"I was in the area and I thought you could a little help from your friendly neighbourhood Nightwing," he said, kneeing the thug in the stomach.

Batgirl rolled her eyes as she delivered a swift roundhouse kick to her latest attacker's side, "Seriously?" she asked, but was unable to help herself from smiling.

Nightwing shrugged. "It fit the occasion – and it made you smile." He said smugly.

"Great, but that's not what I meant," she said, backing away.

"Oh, you know, it's Gotham – I thought I'd see some sights, enjoy the nightlife, fight some bad guys," he said, he himself backing up until the two of them ending almost back-to-back, "And apparently the girls here are pretty cute too." He said, grinning at her cheekily over his shoulder before he caught sight of something, "Duck."

Nodding, Batgirl did as he said and Nightwing then spun around and punched another man that attempted to come at her.

"Thanks," she said, standing up straight again.

Nightwing shrugged. "Eh, don't mention it."

Together, in a flurry of flying fists, kicks, wing-dings and batarangs, Batgirl and Nightwing took out the rest of the men. Eventually, the last of the thugs were unconscious, and while Batgirl called the police Nightwing looked around the alleyway and saw four crates full of firearms underneath a tarp and realized that the men were probably weapons dealers.

When he turned back, Batgirl ended the call. "They're sending someone over to pick these guys up." She said and then hesitated for a moment. "...I better go."

"Hey, hold up," Nightwing said just as she took out her grapnel gun and aimed it at the nearest rooftop. He followed after her as she attempted to get away from him faster than he could understand. "Babs." He said, grabbing her around the wrist.

"Look, Dick, I really have to go." She said, not looking him in the eye.

Nightwing frowned. "Did... I do something wrong?" he asked, confused.

At this, Batgirl finally turned her head to look at him, "No, why?"

"You haven't been returning my calls," he said, his eyebrows furrowing together, "I wanted to talk to you since the engagement party. How are you?"

"Is that what you wanted to ask me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just humour me."

"I'm fine. I've been... busy."

"Really...? 'Cause I asked Bruce, and he said it's been pretty quiet, even by Gotham's standards."

Batgirl sighed. "What do you want from me, Dick?"

"I just want to know why you're suddenly ignoring me – I miss talking to you, Babs."

"What about Donna?" she asked quietly.

Nightwing stared at her strangely, half wondering if he heard her right. "Huh...? Donna? What about her?"

"You two are going out, aren't you?"

Taking a moment to let her words sink in, Nightwing then surprised them both by bursting out in laughter.

Batgirl narrowed her eyes at him. "That isn't funny."

"No, but, me and Donna?" he asked, laughing again, "Are you serious? Is that why you're acting like this?"

"Like what?" she demanded.

"Like a jealous girlfriend,"

"Jealous!"

"Yeah, you heard me," he grinned broadly. "Babs, get real, I wouldn't go out with Donna."

Batgirl clenched her fists. "You wouldn't?" she asked sceptically.

"Well... maybe, I guess I would, I mean, I've known her for years, and, have you seen her-?" he began before he caught the look on the redhead's face. The grin on his face fell off immediately as the realization set in. "...And that was probably the wrong thing to say. What I meant was-"

"Save it." Batgirl said angrily, yanking her arm out of his grasp. "Goodbye, Dick."

Nightwing stood frozen on the spot, his mouth half-open as he stared after her and watched her go.

What just happened...?

He wasn't exactly sure how long he stood there, but when reality set in again, he then heard the sound of someone clapping behind him.

Surprised, when he turned around, Nightwing saw none other than the Red Hood standing there.

"Nice, no, really nice going there, Birdbrain – you're a real lady-killer." He said sarcastically.

Nightwing decided to play it cool. "You saw that, huh?"

He couldn't see it, but he was pretty sure the Hood was smirking; it was obvious in his voice. "Sure did – would have caught the whole thing on camera too if I had one. It was pretty damn funny."

Nightwing fought the urge to grimace as he turned his body to face his brother. "I'm glad you're amused."

Red Hood snickered. "Oh, I am… but, cutting this little conversation short, word is, you're looking for me."

"And where did you hear that?"

"Grayson, if you want me to stick around for more than five seconds, don't play dumb with me."

Nightwing smiled slightly. "You got Tim's message?"

"I'm here aren't I?" Red Hood asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "By the way, how did he get my number?"

"I gave it to him." He said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, how did you get my number?"

"Jaybird, if you have to ask…" Nightwing said, recovering some of his good humour.

"Right… The old man doesn't know about this little meeting, does he?"

"No. Anyway, I'm glad you're here," Nightwing began.

"Hold it, Grayson, before you start kissing-up to me, why am I here?"

"Can't I just have a normal chat with my brother?"

"Uh-huh… yeah, nice try, but, no, not really – just save us both the time and spit it out already – I've got places to be."

Nightwing let out a small sigh. "You know Bruce is getting married, right?"

Red Hood snorted. "Who doesn't? It's all that they're ever showing on TV lately." He said before pausing. "...What about it?"

"Well, you know that's happening in a few weeks? That's why I'm here; I'm staying in Gotham to help out where I can with the wedding."

"Again, I'm failing to see what that's got to do with me..." Red Hood said before he saw the look the other vigilante was giving him and glared. "Forget it."

"You can be my plus-one." Nightwing bargained.

"Flattered as what I'm sure I should be I really don't swing that way, Dickie-bird."

"Cute," Nightwing remarked. "But just so you know, I'm only asking you because apparently, as far as girls go, I suck."

"No, you got that part wrong... you just suck in general."

"You're a good brother..." Nightwing said drily.

"Thank you, I try. And the answer is no. Or, actually, it's a hell no… and you can jump off a building."

"Just hear me out, okay?" Nightwing said, "You know Bruce isn't the kind of guy that'll ever say anything like this out loud, but it would really mean a lot to him if you showed up."

"Somehow I doubt that." Red Hood deadpanned.

"Look, I know things will never be great between the two of you, but can't you just stick around for an hour, show your face and say you're happy for him? He'd really appreciate it… and I heard the cake's going to be great too."

"What's in it for me?" Red Hood asked, cocking his head slightly sideways inquiringly.

"I don't know – getting back on Bruce's good side?"

"I'm serious."

"Fine, if you do this, you'd be doing me a favor – depending on what it is, I'll do the same for you whenever you want."

"Huh… interesting – your limits?"

"No killing, obviously."

"No, duh, Grayson… but, it's still interesting."

Nightwing perked up. "So you'll come?"

Red Hood rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "…It's still a no… but I'll think about it."

Nightwing's shoulder slumped a little but he nodded, "Fair enough."

The Next Day…

Sensing yet another salesclerk's eyes on her, Diana felt a now all too familiar flicker of annoyance rear its head – over the last week, she'd come to deeply dislike everything about them, their superficial smiles, their persistence, the way they always tried to get you to buy more than you wanted or even needed.

When said clerk, a blond woman wearing far too much make-up, eventually tried to come up to them, Diana squeezed Bruce's hand. He was busy examining a brand new watch behind a glass case when he felt it, and when he looked at her curiously, Diana subtly indicated with her head towards the woman.

Bruce nodded in understanding before looking up and glared at her. Seeing this, the woman quite abruptly stopped in her tracks, clearly startled, before slowly turning around and walked away.

Diana couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at this. No doubt one of the perks of having Batman as your lover, she thought smugly.

When he saw her face, Bruce's glare ceased as a smirk of his own replaced it. "Something funny, Princess?" he asked, amused.

Diana grinned at him. "Oh, nothing really." She said nonchalantly before leading him to the main counter where several dozen exquisite rings were on displayed.

The man standing behind the counter was busy rearranging the display until he happened to look up and smiled at them politely. "How may I help you?" he asked

"My fiancé and I are looking for a ring," Bruce said. "But, so far, she hasn't seen anything she likes yet."

The man turned to Diana. "That's perfectly understandable, I'll try my best to find you one you will like then, but before I can help, I should ask if you have a certain price range in mind?"

"Money isn't an issue," Bruce said matter-of-factly.

The man seemed stunned for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well, may I see the ring you already have on your finger?"

Diana nodded and held up her hand, the man then took out a jeweler's looking glass and examined the ring.

"…I have to say, I've never seen such a flawless black diamond before," he mused, "And I've never seen one on an engagement ring either – to say its unique would be a gross understatement." He said before looking up again and pocketed the looking glass. He looked thoughtful for a minute before his eyes lit up. "I think I have just the thing."

The man ducked behind the counter for a few minutes until he stood up straight with a ring box in hand. When he opened it, Diana felt her breath caught when she saw it – it was a simple wedding band, but instead of being made out of gold or even silver, it was a metallic dark grey, almost black in colour.

For some reason, Diana loved it immediately.

The man chuckled. "I can see by your face that you approve?"

"What is it made of?" she asked.

"It's a fusion of onyx ore fused with platinum, and if you look closely, and put it in the right light," he said, taking the ring out and held it up – a variety of different colours flitted over the polished surface of band underneath the overhanging light, "it does this."

"May I?" Diana asked.

The man nodded before handing the ring over to her.

Diana carefully slid it onto her finger, admiring for a little before looking at Bruce. "What do you think?"

Bruce looked at it before looking back at her. "Is it what you want?" he asked.

Diana nodded sincerely.

"So, no diamonds, no rubies? No pearls…?"

Diana smiled at him. "This is the one, Bruce."

"You have good taste, the jeweler who made this only made five others like it. Most of the brides I've showed it to thought it was too unusual." The man said.

"I think it's beautiful."

Bruce only shook his head, smiling slightly. "Well, that's that then. But, do you mind if I talk to you in private for a minute?" he asked the man.

The man nodded, "Of course, sir."

Diana looked at Bruce inquisitively and he squeezed her hand. "This won't take long."

After Bruce talked to the man, he and Diana left the jewelry store, but, while he had paid for the ring, he didn't take it with them.

"You're not adding anything to it, are you?" Diana had asked.

"Yes, but no jewels." He had promised.

When they returned to the Manor, for some reason, Alfred was standing in the lobby, looking flustered – an unusual look for the usually composed butler.

"Oh thank goodness you came," Alfred said before either of them could open their mouths.

Diana stared at him in surprise. "Alfred, are you alright?"

"I'm quite fine, Miss, but if you both would please come with me, we have guests waiting in the Parlour."

"Guests, Alfred?" Bruce asked.

"You better just follow me, Master Bruce," the butler said with a small huff before turning on his heels and walk on briskly.

Though seriously taken aback by his behaviour, Bruce and Diana followed after him to the Parlour. But, when Alfred opened the double doors, they froze when they saw at least a dozen heavily armoured tall women armed with spears, swords and bows, standing around while Dick and Tim sat on the couch in the middle of the room seemingly unable or unwilling to move from their seats.

When a familiar regal blonde woman, clad in magnificent golden armour, spotted Diana, a large smile broke out over her beautiful face, "Diana, my sun and stars."

Diana's eyes could only widen, "Mother."

"I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, 'Get the hell off my property.'"
- Joan Rivers

"The mother-in-law came round last week. It was absolutely pouring down. So I opened the door and I saw her there and I said, 'Mother, don't just stand there in the rain. Go home.'"
- Les Dawson

A/N: The Amazons have arrived! Yeah! …Okay, so next up, there will be more of them, some more Barbara/Dick action, more Jason (omg I love the Red Hood), and – drum roll please – the bachelorette party! A tall order on my behalf, but I'll try nonetheless!

Oh, about Babs being Batgirl, I think DC may have earned a few points there bringing her back… though, exactly, how is still kind of confusing to me… that, and how Clark and Lois aren't married anymore after… how many years? Anyway, we may never know 0.0

In Response with the previous chapter's reviews:

yob3: I know, right?
PrincessJazzy23: Thank you for the review, it's always great having so many nice things said about your work :)
mbembet: Admittedly, this chapter was more fun to write than the others, but I hope it's good nonetheless.
Wonderwomanbatmanfan: And it's a month later… awkward… I still hope you enjoyed, though.
Lloyd RPGFan: Wait for the next chapter, friend.
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The Goddamn Dark Knight: You're not the first one to say that.
Delta808th: I thought you'd say something like that :D
StraightedgeWingZero: Since I'm a huge fangirl of Young Justice, the answer is a definite maybe ;)
jada121: …Mmm… I'm thinking about adding Catwoman again, though I'm going to have a hard time coming up with a false alarm… I'll think about it. Thank you for reading though :)
Guest12 (Guest): Thank you, as for Superman, hmm… maybe next chapter? And thank you for the song suggestion, I love Young and Beautiful.
Rainlily216: Was there ever any doubt of my awesomeness? Lol, and again as for the Joker, to be fair, originally, I did plan to add Harley Quinn face off against Diana and Shayera in like a bridal expo of sorts, but I changed my mind early on when I couldn't get that to work – anyway, thank you so much for reviewing!
Gabriel-TDO: True that, just as long as there aren't too many of them.
'Kay… well, I've got a term paper I need to write – it's due in 3 days :* - but, after that, this story is back on my radar! Right! If you want to review, I'm not gonna stop ya – peace out, my peeps!
Until Next Time,
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