"Don't even try to get out of this, Batman," Clark says as he fixes my blue bowtie. "I don't care what you say; you both deserve this."
I look at myself in the floorlength mirror. I can't believe this is actually happening. I'm about to marry Diana Prince. How did this happen?
Well, I know how, technically. She was on top of the Empire State Building, and I threw her a batarang with a note and my mother's engagement ring attached. And for some reason, she shouted,"yes!"
"I don't know," I say, once again doubting this dream come true. "What if I'm just ruining things? What if it doesn't work out? Things will never be the same between-"
"Bruce," Clark says, standing in front me and putting his hands on my shoulders. "You're doing every thing right. Diana loves you. You love Diana. Those two facts are obvious two anyone. Will things never be the same? No, they probably won't. But is that such a bad thing? You took a chance by asking her to marry you. And she took a chance and said yes. In fact, she said yes every single time you asked her if she was sure, which is several times. Bruce, I have no doubt in my mind that things will work out. For once, take a bit of the world off your shoulders and let Diana carry some; we both know she can handle it." He slaps my back and then looks at our reflection in the mirror; Batman and Superman. No, Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent. Groom and best man. Well, one of the best men. I have two. "Basically," Clark concludes, "shut up and go marry the girl of your dreams.
I chuckle, now fixing his red bowtie. "When did you get to be so wise?"
"Well, I married my dream girl. I've always been wise Bruce; you've just always been too stubborn to listen."
There's a knock on the door and Richard walks in. Ah, there's my other best man. Nightwing himself.
"Jeez, there are a lot of people out there; undercover superheroes, reporters, important people no one cares about but invites them anyways, Diana's mother... Not to mention all the security people who think we actually need them. It's like two weddings out there."
Clark laughs. "Well it is, really. The wedding of Batman and Wonder Woman, and Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince."
"Shoulda just had two weddings, Bruce," Richard says, then checks his already perfect hair in the mirror.
"I wanted to be able to do normal things with her. I wanted the whole world to know we were together. Is that weird?"
"Not at all, Bruce," Clark says, "not at all."
There's another knock on the door, and this time it's Alfred Pennyworth, one if the only normal humans that we all show our secret identity. "Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry to interrupt, but don't you all have a wedding to attend?"
"Yes! Right, thank you Alfred."
I look to Clark and Richard, my bed men, and undoubtedly my best friends.
"Let's do this."
