Happy new year yall ♡♡♡
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Is this really happening? The Moment that (Y/N) has waited for her whole life. A moment she never knew would happen.
Yet, it's happening.
Right now.
She and Arthur squeezed themselves through a mass of people in the warehouse. With a tight grip around each other's Hand, they climbed up the podest where Arthur always took his speeches. The people were cheering, but that only faded into the background. (Y/N)'s attention only went to the man in front of her. That's Arthur, she thought. My soon to be husband. She then proceeded to think about their wedding. Since her head was too fuzzy to think about details, she made a mental note with keywords.
White dress, Outdoor, String Orchestra, and that one song. Of course not official, we are criminals. I really am in love with a criminal. Britney Spears take notes.
Thinking about that one song made her smile, but she couldn't think about it any longer as Arthur started speaking. Suddenly, she remembered what was happening. They were on a podest, with Arthur drawing attention to them. She also recalled an upcoming mission that the rebellion planned a few days ago. Still, memories very foggy from the euphoria of the moment. Before he started to speak, he looked at her.
"Hello, Wife."
"Hello, Husband."
Arthur kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through at hair. With a last look in her eyes, he turned to his community.
"Friends of Justice, my family. It is yet another time to spread our word into the atmosphere. Take your necessities and prepare yourself. The Art Museum nect street was never really important. Until today."
And then Arthur did something. Something, that both deeply amazed and terefied (Y/N). He gripped her by her waist and pulled her close. And he pointed a gun at the crowd. It was the same revolver that Arthur polished in his room several days ago. Does he carry it around everywhere? He had a fierce look in his eyes and scanned everyone in the crowd.
"And if any of you dare to let my wife get hurt or anything like that, I 6eill hunt you down until hell stops me!", he screamed while pointing a gun at the people he just called his family.
What scared (Y/N) is that he really meant it. He would die for her. And even if he did, he made sure that she was safe and sound by all if the other members. The imagination
of Arthur dying terefied her.
"WIFE?", a loud voice from the crowd captured everyone's attention, interrupting (Y/N)'s thinking. And that loud voice belonged to no other than Dustin. With sparkelinf eyes, he looked up to the couple, waiting for an answer.
Arthur carefully lifted (Y/N)'s hand to show off the ring on her finger.
"Wife.", Arthur confirmed calmly.
As Dustin went off to cheer, everyone joined.
And it felt good.
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It truly was a museum of modern art. Some of the works were really unique and actually nice, while others weren't. A black dot on a red canvas. How exciting. While Arthur carried her around in Piggyback style, she he onto him tight and followed his instructions: to do absolutely nothing. He even gave her a walkman to listen some music while the mission was going on, making sure that she was in total comfort. The gunshots in the background had a nice effect on the songs she listened to. (What are you listening to? Comment your songs ;))
And as quick as the mission started, it ended, with the cops being way too weak and easily overpowered by the people. God, Gotham really fucked it up. The Art Museum got marked with the art of rebellion. Spray painted walls, overdrawn works and more. It was glorious in every way.
They quickly returned to their base and celebrated their success. (Y/N) feeling very tired, all of the sudden.
"Did you eat enough today?"
"Yes."
"Did you drink enough today?"
"Yes."
"Is the Maybe-Baby giving you trouble?"
"Actually, no. My eyes are just a little heavy. I guess you carryibv me around had a calming effect."
"Are you sure? Is there nothing else bothering you?"
"Very sure."
Arthur stroked her cheek and led her to his bed.
"Ok, Wife."
"Ok, Husband."
They both chuckled as Arthur gently tucked her in. Layers of blankets and pillows stacked on top of each other. As soon as the blankets were over, (Y/N) felt the calm wash over her. Her body slowly shutting down, ready for a goodnight sleep. She closed her eyes, but opening them again to look at Arthur.
He rested his head in his palms and watched her, quietly humming a lullaby. He didn't know where the song came from, but somehow the melody was burned into his memories. So he hummed and watched her slowly drift off to sleep. She looked peaceful and flawless, as she always did.
Arthur carried on the melody, his deep voice tickling in the back of (Y/N)'s head. It was almost hypnotic. And she felt like a child, that was tucked in by it's parents. The only thing left was a goodnight story. She loved to be babied by him. The intimacy of it all hits the feelings different than usual love. That however didn't mean that 'normal love' was boring. No, not at all.
As Arthur finished, he saw her. She obviously was asleep, but he still couldn't help but doubt it. But how does he confirm it? He always liked to play games. Why not now?
"Goodnight, Wife."
No response.
So she actually is asleep.
Not wanting to disturb her in any way, he quietly left the room to see his the rest. But stopped as he heard a muffled voice.
"Goodnight, Husband."
