The music starts playing behind the huge doors. I take a deep breath. Dinah puts her hand on my shoulder.
"Hey. You got this." She whispered, as two men in tuxedoes opened the doors. I see Dick at the end of the aisle, and his jaw drops. I glide in with as much precision as I use in the field. When I reach the end, I stop in front of Dick, while the Priest goes off on some stuff about love and shiz. I stare into Dick's eyes, afraid of I look away, I'll wake up and find everything's a dream.
"The couples will now say their vows. Mr. Grayson?" Dick fumbled with his pocket. We had written our own vows.
"Oh, um, ok." He muttered, which earned a chorus of laughter from the stands. "From the day I met Barbara, I knew I wanted her in my life. It didn't take long for her to work out the other-half of my life. Or for her to join me.
Together we fight as heroes. And every time I go into the field, I feel ten times safer knowing she's got my back." I almost gasp, then I remember this is Dick Grayson, the Boy Blunder.
"I could have written a huge long speech about how much I love you. That would take an eternity and a half to finish. All I can say is, I can thank Dick, for all the life-threatening experiences, for all my near-death situations. And for giving me as many chances as I needed. I love you, Dick Grayson, so just imagine all the things you thought I would say, and presume I said them." My dad mouthed 'that's my girl' from the side. Alfred was crying with happiness, and even Damian looked like he going to burst.
"Do you, Richard Grayson, take Barbara Gordon to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The priest asked.
"I do." He said.
"And do you, Barbara Gordon, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband."
"I do." I glowed as I said it.
"Then by the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride." Dick picked me up bridal style, pressing his soft, warm lips to mine. Then I flipped myself onto my feet.
"In the words of Marie Antoinette: Let them eat cake!" I cried, motioning to Te huge, seven tier cake. It had a mini Batgirl and NightWing figure on the top, and at the back, the icing was made to look like it was folded over, and it had our logo's on it. I grabbed a slice, and shoved Dick's face into it, laughing.
"So much for my hair." He groaned.
"That's the least of your worries." I whispered, kissing the icing off his face.
