The ceremony was planned so fast it made your head spin, and before you knew it, you were standing outside five days later.
It was a beautiful day. The temperature was just starting to rise again, signaling the beginning of spring after a long winter. It was in the mid-sixties, the sun was shining, and flowers were blooming. You couldn't have asked for a better day to hold this ceremony.
You could see Joker waiting for you by the fountain in the mansion's front yard, everyone seated in little fold-up chairs spread out across the lawn. It was not lost on you how similar this looked to a marriage ceremony. You wondered if you'd ever get that type of commitment from Joker. Your whole life, you'd been very anti-marriage. The idea of being tied down to one person for the rest of your life went against your free-spirited nature.
But now that you were actually in love, you felt differently. It was so much easier to shun things when you had no hope for the future.
You smoothed your hands over your dress, that extravagant dress you knew he would love when he saw it up close. It was long, sleeveless, and black, accentuating your curves but flowing beautifully. The train extended behind you so regally that you truly felt like the Queen you were.
You watched Frost and Joker interact, the former being the one to formally crown you. You were way too far away to see what they were saying, but you knew it could only be good things when Frost clapped Joker on the back. It felt good to see them bond without the pressures of a mission. Everyone needed a true friend, and Joker was no exception.
The one and only turned to look at you, not having noticed your presence until then. Even from far away, you could see him smile and gesture for you to come to him.
You did. There was no music, no one to walk you down, no distraction from your beauty. It was a silent proceeding, everyone's eyes glued to the gorgeous woman that Joker had somehow committed to. He committed in his own atypical way, but it was still a commitment nonetheless. And even if there was no ring on your finger, this ceremony would be just as binding.
You felt yourself lurch unexpectedly as you walked. You stumbled right out of your shoe. You turned, and your heel had gotten stuck in a soft spot in the earth. You should've known better than to try and be stylish on such an important day.
Despite the obvious humor of the situation, no one dared to laugh. They just stared at you with carefully blank expressions, knowing they'd die at the slightest sign of mirth.
You smiled with satisfaction at this. Instead of falling to your knees to try to yank the shoe out of the ground, you confidently kicked the other off and kept proceeding. What face was there to save? You were a Queen, and you could walk barefoot if you damn well pleased. Sure, this was just a title, but that title meant everything to the workers before you. You were no longer Joker's bitch. You were his woman.
When you approached Joker, clad in a black suit of his own, he was grinning a little at your clumsy display. You playfully hit his shoulder. "Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
"Your face said it all."
Frost was smiling too, knowing that he was entitled to poke fun at you. "Classic (Y/N)."
One man chuckled in the audience. In a flash, Joker whipped out a gun and moved it from person to person, searching for the culprit. He didn't find one, since the culprit shut up before he could locate him. Satisfied, he pocketed his gun again.
"You're a basket case," you pointed out, meaning that as a compliment.
He took it as one. "Thank you."
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