Thirty Days (A Birdflash Fanfiction)

Day 26: Getting Married

The first floor of the manor was flooded and the grounds were a mess of slush. Dick watched from the railing beside the staircase overlooking the entrance hall as Alfred directed various Justice League members in their attempts to bail out all the water before the wedding guests arrived. Superman had originally tried blowing the water out with his super-powered breath, but ended up freezing the water and kind of making things worse. So he was working with a mop now.

Dick called out to Alfred, "Are you sure you don't want my help?"

Alfred huffed in exasperation. "For the hundredth time, sir, no. This is your special day."

"He wouldn't let me help, either," Wally said, tiptoeing through the driest part of the floor with his arms full of sandwiches. Alfred had prepared extra, just in case. Once Wally had come up the stairs, Dick rolled up the sleeves on his overlarge sweater, stole one and munched it down.

"Bruce was up all night chasing after the guy who decided to turn Gotham into a swimming pool," he said, swallowing his last mouthful. "Called himself The Weatherman, of all things. The police confiscated his weather machine and Bruce managed to find and scan the blueprints so he can figure out how it was built."

"Is the Batcave okay?"

Dick nodded. "The water level in the caverns below it rose a bit, but not enough to cause any problems. Gotham itself suffered the worst, especially in places like the Narrows. Jason, Tim and Steph were out there all night getting people to safety."

"Wait. Jason and Tim worked together? Willingly?"

Dick shrugged, the neckline of his sweater slipping down one of his shoulders to reveal more of the white shirt he was wearing underneath. "Desperate times, I guess. They have been getting along better lately."

Wally fixed Dick's sweater. "You look very cosy. And tiny."

Dick flopped the sleeves against Wally's chest. "I can still kick your ass."

"Oh, I know. You'll just look adorable doing it."

"Don't I always?"

Wally pulled Dick against him by the waist, resting his face against his soon-to-be-husband's sleep-tousled hair. "And it's blue. Good day for it."

"It's old and borrowed as well," Dick said against Wally's shoulder. "I stole it from Bruce's closet years ago."

"I wondered where that went," came Bruce's voice. Dick and Wally stepped apart to find him standing at the top of the stairs with a steaming mug in each hand. "Hot chocolate." He passed a cup to Dick and took a few sandwiches off Wally in exchange for the other one.

Dick lifted the cup, between sleeve-covered hands, and sniffed the contents. "You didn't make this yourself, did you? I don't want to die on my wedding day."

"Alfred made it earlier," Bruce replied. "I just warmed it back up."

Dick still waited until Wally took a sip. Wally didn't look grossed-out, so he figured it was safe enough to drink. The warm liquid bloomed heat down his throat and through the rest of his body. The manor was only just starting to warm up; Bruce had checked the safety of the heating system and given the go-ahead to turn it back on only an hour ago.

Dick leaned his elbows against the railing, soaking up the warmth from the mug, as he watched the Leaguers bring in piles of towels. "We should probably figure out where to hold the ceremony. Even if Alfred and his minions work a miracle and get the ground floor dry enough for the reception in the downstairs ballroom, it's still way too wet outside to go with Plan A for the ceremony."