Meaning: Life, eternity


He was a mess the whole morning. He'd dreamed about this day for as long as he could remember, but being here now was a completely different experience. Wally was honestly the only thing still keeping him sane.

The speedster must've noticed Dick fiddling with his hands because he gently nudged his shoulder from behind and winked. "Break a leg."

He bit his bottom lip. "Were you this bad?" Wally snorted.

"Don't you remember? I was worse." Dick smirked over his shoulder but was prohibited a sassy retort when the beautiful symphony of classical piano permeated the halls of the absolutely packed church hall. He felt his heart speed up with every note that reached his ears.

The doors swung open and his beating heart came to a screeching halt.

She looked like royalty. No, that didn't even come close to describing her.

He swore he couldn't find a more breathtaking sight in all the multiverse. He'd always joked about how she looked like a divine angel, but he'd never thought that description fit as well as it did now.

He felt like that kid watching her walk out of the Zeta tube for the first time all over again.

Zatanna blushed through her veil when she saw him. From across the length of the church they locked eyes, and in that single moment he swore that time stopped ticking for them. All he could see was her. Just her. Like a glimmering lightbulb in an empty void.

She started walking down the aisle, gripping onto her bouquet tightly. Her gown draped behind her like a trail of purity, and the flowers that paved her way seemed to rise with joy as she passed them wordlessly. She had Bruce wrapped around her left hand and Giovanni around her right. Both her fathers there to give her off. It was her perfect dream come true at last.

What felt like an eternity later she finally reached the altar. Bruce was the first to let go of her, planting a small kiss to her cheek before he winked at Dick and took his seat next to Damian in the front row. Giovanni followed not long after with a whispered compliment in her ear and a loving squeeze of her wrist.

Alfred's words became nothing more than a jumbled blur to him as he found himself lost in her beautiful blue eyes. From underneath the veil he quickly took note of two tears racing down her cheeks, and almost on instinct he reached out to gently caress her palms.

Neither of them were much for sentiment, but he couldn't deny that 'till death do you part' sounded pretty damn nice to him.

Tim came running when Alfred called for the rings. They weren't anything special, just a pair of silver bands with the other's initials carved into them. But they were enough. Zatanna slid one onto his finger first. He gave her a gentle squeeze when he slid hers on.

She slowly reached for her veil at the old butler's request, gently tossing it behind her hair. If he didn't think she looked stunning before, he certainly did now. Her cheeks held a bright pink hue that he guessed wasn't from the makeup or heat, but he didn't say anything because he was sure that his were equally pronounced.

It didn't matter much to him. All that mattered was her. This was the day they'd been waiting for since they were 13 years old, and nothing was about to ruin this moment for them.

"I now happily pronounce you husband and wife. And I know you never do listen to me, Master Dick, but please. Kiss the bride."

For once, he didn't need to be told twice.