INT. WAYNE MANOR - MASTER SUITE - DAY
Five months later. The wounds have healed, both physical and emotional, though the scars remain. The Bat-Family, having secured Gotham and dealt with the Court's remnants, has turned its focus to celebration.
The Master Suite is a flurry of last-minute adjustments. Dick Grayson, looking impossibly handsome in a crisp black tuxedo, is standing before a large mirror, wrestling with his tie.
Jason Todd (Red Hood), also in a suit but looking slightly uncomfortable, leans against the doorway, ever the reluctant groomsman. Tim Drake (Red Robin) is beside him, meticulously adjusting his own tie.
"You ready, Dick?" Jason asks, his voice surprisingly soft for the occasion.
"Nearly," Dick replies, letting out a frustrated sigh. He gives up on the tie. "Damn thing keeps fighting me. Just tieing my tie. How do I look?"
Tim steps forward, his hands already moving to secure the knot with practiced ease. "You look great, Dick. Like you haven't been shot at in six months."
"High praise, Tim. Thanks," Dick says, submitting to the younger man's efficiency.
Jason snorts. "Yeah, you look like a guy who's about to make the worst mistake of his life, but in a really expensive tux. Congrats."
"It's a mistake I'm looking forward to," Dick counters, pulling the jacket straight. "Besides, I already told you I'd put you in charge of the honeymoon itinerary."
"And I chose a secure, underground bunker in Switzerland," Jason confirms with a satisfied nod. "For the safety of the heir apparent."
"The heir apparent is currently five months pregnant and prefers a beach," Tim reminds them, stepping back to admire his perfect knot.
"Minor details," Jason dismisses.
They head out of the manor and make their way toward the massive back garden. The air is fresh, carrying the scent of blooming roses and expensive cologne. A large, beautiful white gazebo stands decorated in the center, ready for the ceremony.
The sound of soft classical music drifts through the air, and guests are beginning to arrive, filtering through the hedges. It's a surreal sight: a gathering of the world's most powerful vigilantes and their significant others, all dressed in formal wear.
Dick pauses, taking in the scene. He sees Duke Thomas (Signal) talking animatedly to Cassandra Cain (Orphan), who, for once, is wearing a dress. Kate Kane (Batwoman) and her fiancée are exchanging quiet words with Luke Fox (Batwing).
In the distance, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)-a close friend of Dick's from the League-is trying to figure out how to fold a handkerchief, while his girlfriend smiles patiently. Dick even spots Wally West (The Flash) making a quick pass, likely to drop off a last-minute gift before speeding back to his own life.
"Look at that," Dick murmurs, a genuine smile replacing the nervousness. "No one's punching anyone. No one's wearing body armor."
"Give it five minutes," Jason mutters, adjusting the lapels on his own suit.
Dick spots Clark Kent (Superman) arriving with Lois Lane. "Bruce must be having an aneurysm that Clark is in the garden."
"He's hiding in the study with Alfred, pretending to review security protocols," Tim reveals with a knowing look. "He promised to appear exactly two minutes before the ceremony starts."
Dick's gaze returns to the main entrance. The anticipation is a tight knot in his chest.
"How long till Jim arrives with Barbara?" Dick asks, the question betraying his rising nerves.
"Few minutes," Tim assures him, checking his watch. "The car should be pulling up to the main drive now. Jim promised to deliver her precisely at the start of the processional music."
"Good," Dick whispers, running a nervous hand over his perfectly tied tie. "I need to go stand at the altar."
As he walks toward the gazebo, Jason slaps him lightly on the shoulder. "Seriously, Dick. Don't fall down."
"I'm a professional acrobat, Jason. I don't fall."
"You were shot five months ago," Jason retorts. "Try not to bleed on the flowers."
Dick only shakes his head, walking on. He reaches the gazebo and turns, looking out over the faces of the people who matter most. His brothers join him on either side.
The music swells-a beautiful, familiar piece.
"She's here," Tim whispers.
Dick takes a deep breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. He watches the main path, waiting for the woman he loves, the mother of his child, to walk into his future.
The classical music swells, signaling the beginning of the ceremony. The few remaining conversations cease instantly. Everyone stands, turning toward the aisle marked by arches draped in white roses.
In the front row, the Bat-Family is seated, looking almost unrecognizable in their formal attire.
Clark Kent (Superman), dressed in a sharp suit, quietly slips into the last remaining seat next to Bruce Wayne. Bruce, looking stiff but unusually well-groomed, nods a silent greeting.
"Beautiful day, Bruce," Clark whispers.
"Overdue," Bruce mutters back, his gaze fixed on the gazebo where Dick stands waiting.
The music shifts, becoming a slow, majestic march.
All eyes turn to the entrance of the aisle. There, Commissioner Jim Gordon stands, looking distinguished and immensely proud in his dress uniform. He is carefully positioning Barbara Gordon at the beginning of the aisle.
Barbara is radiant. She wears a stunning ivory dress, tailored to accommodate the beautiful curve of her visibly pregnant abdomen. Her hair is pinned up, and her face holds a mixture of nervousness and pure joy. Jim grips the handles of her wheelchair firmly.
The crowd settles in silent admiration as Jim slowly begins to wheel his daughter down the aisle.
Up at the altar, Alfred Pennyworth stands in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, ready to officiate the ceremony. He glances back at Dick, his eyes misty with pride.
Dick, standing between his best men-Jason and Tim-watches Barbara approach. The pain and weariness of the last few months vanish, replaced by an overwhelming, absolute devotion.
"She looks incredible, Dick," Tim whispers, genuinely moved.
"Try not to cry, Grayson," Jason mutses gruffly, though his own posture has softened considerably.
Jim stops the wheelchair directly in front of the gazebo. He reaches down and gently takes Barbara's hand.
"Ready, Babs?" he whispers.
Barbara squeezes his hand. "More than ready, Dad."
Jim looks up at Dick, his gaze holding all the warning and affection a father can convey. He speaks loud enough for the first few rows to hear.
"You take care of her, son. Both of them."
"With my life, sir," Dick replies, his voice thick with emotion.
Jim smiles, a slight nod of approval, and steps back, taking his seat next to Clark.
Alfred steps forward, his voice clear and resonant, carrying over the quiet garden.
"Welcome, all. We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Richard John Grayson and Barbara Eileen Gordon."
He pauses, his eyes lingering on the couple, then sweeping over the front row-a nod to the family that survived war to witness this peace.
"Life, as we know, is often a series of unexpected events. A series of dark nights and challenging days. But it is in those moments of darkness that we learn what truly sustains us. And what sustains us, what grounds us, is love, trust, and the unbreakable bond of family."
He looks directly at Dick and Barbara.
"Dick, Barbara. You two have faced unimaginable challenges. You have navigated betrayal, fear, and pain that would break most people. Yet, here you stand, stronger and more committed than ever. Your journey together is a testament to resilience."
He gestures toward Barbara's stomach with a soft smile. "And a testament to hope for the future."
He directs his attention to Dick. "Richard, when you came to this family, you brought light. You brought an openness and a heart that taught us all how to be more human. Your loyalty to Barbara is the bedrock of your character."
He looks at Barbara. "Barbara, you are the strength, the intelligence, and the strategist that keeps this entire complicated family functioning. Your wisdom and empathy are gifts to all who know you."
"Now, before we continue, I believe there are words that need to be exchanged. Dick, your vows, if you please."
Dick turns to Barbara, reaching out to gently take both of her hands. His eyes, usually dancing with energy, are serious and filled with devotion.
"Barbara," Dick begins, his voice clear but wavering slightly. "I thought I knew what love was. I thought it was protection, or partnership. But you taught me it was something else entirely. It's the reason I can come home. It's the reason I can wake up in the morning."
He squeezes her hands. "When I was undercover, wearing that Talon mask, you were the voice in my head that kept me from being lost. You were my truth. And when I was bleeding out, all I could think about was getting back to you, and getting back to... our future."
He gently places his hand over her baby bump. "I promise to be your partner, your eyes, and your strength. I promise to always listen. I promise to be the best father I can be. I will never stop fighting for you, even if that means fighting myself. I love you, Barbara. Completely and forever."
Barbara's eyes are shimmering, a happy tear escaping. Alfred gestures to her.
"Barbara, your vows."
Barbara takes a deep breath, her own voice steadying. "Dick, my love. For five years, our relationship was a secret whispered in the dark. A fragile thing we protected because it was everything. You and I, we're not defined by what happened to us, but by what we do after it happens."
She smiles brilliantly. "You are my favorite view. My favorite joke. My favorite partner in crime, both in and out of the suit. You see me as the person I am, not the chair I sit in, or the challenges I face. You see me as your equal, and that is the greatest gift you could ever give me."
She reaches up, gently touching his cheek. "I promise to challenge you, to laugh with you, and to never let you think you have to carry the weight of the world alone. I promise to be your safe harbor, your Oracle. And I promise that our child will know a love that is unconditional and endless. I love you, Richard Grayson. Always."
Alfred smiles warmly, visibly moved by the heartfelt exchange of vows. He looks from Barbara to Dick, his eyes filled with immense pride.
"Beautifully spoken, my dears," Alfred says, his voice a gentle, reverent murmur. He then addresses the assembly. "And now, for the symbols of this unbreakable promise."
Alfred turns his attention to the front row where the Bat-Family is seated. "The rings, please."
A figure immediately rises from the front row, Damian Wayne (Robin). He is impeccably dressed, standing rigid and serious, but there is a clear, uncharacteristic lack of hostility in his demeanor. He strides forward with precise, almost ceremonial steps.
Damian holds a small, velvet cushion upon which rest two simple gold bands. He approaches the gazebo and stands before Dick and Barbara, his gaze meeting theirs.
"I am performing this duty as a requirement of the agreement," Damian states, his voice carrying clearly, though he attempts to maintain professional distance. "However, I acknowledge that this union possesses a tactical integrity I previously underestimated. Therefore, I offer my conditional approval."
Jason snorts a muffled laugh from his position next to Dick, quickly earning a glare from Damian.
"Thank you, Damian," Dick says, trying to suppress a smile. "That means the world, little D."
Damian ignores the nickname and turns to Barbara. "I trust you will continue to ensure my brother's pain management protocols are rigorously observed."
"Absolutely, Damian," Barbara promises, her voice warm with genuine amusement. "He's under strict observation."
Damian finally turns to Dick, holding out the cushion. "The rings, Brother."
Dick carefully takes Barbara's ring. Alfred prompts him gently. "Richard, the exchange."
Dick slides the simple gold band onto Barbara's finger, his hand steady. "With this ring, I thee wed. I give you all my secrets, all my heart, and all my tomorrows."
Barbara takes Dick's ring from the cushion. Her fingers, usually quick and precise on a keyboard, are gentle as she slides the ring onto his finger. "With this ring, I promise to be your constant, your truth, and the one who always reminds you that you are worthy of everything good in this life. I love you."
Alfred steps forward, his voice rising in culmination. "By the power vested in me by the state of-and by the deep, enduring love you share, and with the witness of all those who love you..."
He beams at them, his eyes crinkling with emotion.
"It is my distinct honor and profound joy to pronounce you husband and wife."
Alfred lowers his voice slightly, the words meant only for them. "You may kiss your bride, Master Dick."
Dick, relief and joy washing over his features, wastes no time. He gently reaches out, pulling Barbara close and sharing a long, tender, utterly committed kiss.
The garden erupts. Applause, cheers, and whistles fill the air. The most enthusiastic cheers come from Jason and Stephanie, who both let out loud, victorious whoops.
Barbara pulls back, her eyes shining with tears and laughter. "We did it."
"We did it," Dick confirms, leaning his forehead against hers.
Alfred, his voice slightly choked, addresses the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family-it is my great pleasure to introduce, Mr. and Mrs. Grayson!"
As the newlyweds turn to face the cheering guests, Damian stands motionless for a moment longer, looking at the vacated space beside the altar. He gently picks up the velvet cushion, looks at his ecstatic older brother and his new sister-in-law, and a slight, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips before he steps back to join the family.
INT. WAYNE MANOR - BALLROOM - EVENING
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor, usually reserved for charity galas, is transformed into a breathtaking vision of white and gold. The long, ornate tables are set with crystal and china, illuminated by massive chandeliers. The guests, moving from the garden ceremony, find their seats as soft jazz fills the expansive space.
At the head table, elevated slightly and placed strategically to overlook the entire room, sit the honored parents: Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth on one side, and Commissioner Jim Gordon on the other. Barbara and Dick are seated centrally, facing the room, with Barbara's chair adjusted for comfort.
Across the room, the other tables buzz with conversation, a surreal gathering of allies.
The Justice League Table
Clark Kent is laughing politely with Diana Prince about a recent shared mission involving ancient artifacts. Lois Lane leans over, catching the eye of Dinah Lance (Black Canary) across the table.
"Lois, you look gorgeous," Dinah says, adjusting her sleek green dress.
"You too, Dinah. But I can't believe this day finally happened," Lois replies, nudging Clark. "Clark was convinced Dick would get hit by lightning or spontaneously combust before they exchanged rings."
Barry Allen (The Flash), seated next to his wife, chuckles. "We all took bets, Lois. I had 'interdimensional chaos erupts during the vows.' Close, but no cigar."
Hal Jordan rolls his eyes. "You guys have no romance. It was a beautiful, slightly chaotic ceremony. Bruce looked like he was going to turn to stone, which was priceless."
Arthur Curry (Aquaman), sitting with Mera, raises his glass slightly. "To chaos and commitment. And to the couple who managed to merge two of the world's most stubborn families."
The Teen Titans Table
The atmosphere is louder, fueled by youthful energy and long shared history. Kory Anders (Starfire), radiant in a flowing gown, leans in to talk to Garfield Logan (Beast Boy), who, thankfully, is currently in human form.
"Gar, are you absolutely certain the caterers understood the parameters of your specialized diet?" Kory asks, concern clear in her voice.
"Relax, Kory, I talked to Alfred himself," Gar assures her, though he looks slightly stressed. "There will be a separate, entirely vegetable-based tower of appetizers. It's a low-key wedding, compared to some of ours."
Rachel Roth (Raven), ever contemplative, observes the Justice League table. "It is a rare moment of peace. They seem... comfortable. Content."
Victor Stone (Cyborg), seated beside Karen Beecher (Bumblebee), nods, tapping his metal hand lightly on the table. "Yeah, man. Dick and Babs earned this. Five years of secret dating under Bruce's nose while fighting a global cult? That's commitment."
Karen smiles. "It makes me happy to see them here, knowing what they've been through. It feels like a real new beginning."
The Bat-Family Table
The mood here is more subdued, marked by the quiet, intense bonds forged in the Cave. Jason Todd is picking at the bread basket, casting skeptical glances around the ballroom. Tim Drake is talking quietly to Stephanie Brown and Cassandra Cain.
"I'm surprised Bruce let this many people into the manor without having an armored convoy on standby," Jason mutters, taking a piece of bread.
"He compromised because he genuinely cares about Dick," Tim explains patiently. "Plus, Alfred threatened to stop making his favorite biscuits."
Stephanie leans forward. "And Jim Gordon is sitting at the head table. Bruce isn't going to risk diplomatic fallout by tackling the Commissioner in front of the Flash."
Kate Kane (Batwoman), sitting next to her wife, Maggie Sawyer, smiles faintly. "It's nice to see them happy. Dick deserves this peace."
Damian Wayne is seated at the corner of the table, rigidly correct, observing the proceedings with an intense, proprietary air. He speaks softly to Cass.
"The tactical vulnerability of this many highly-skilled individuals in one stationary location is profound, Cassandra. I calculate twelve potential points of simultaneous attack."
Cassandra replies simply: "Food."
The Head Table
Barbara settles back in her chair, a hand resting protectively on her prominent bump. Dick leans toward her, his voice low.
"I think the ballroom will hold, Babs. No immediate signs of tectonic shifting or villain attacks."
"Don't jinx it, Dick," she replies, squeezing his hand. "But honestly, seeing everyone here... it feels like a dream."
Jim Gordon raises his water glass. "It's real, sweetheart. And it's perfect."
Alfred approaches the head table discreetly. "Mr. and Mrs. Grayson, I am delighted to inform you that the kitchen is preparing to serve the first course-the butternut squash bisque."
Bruce, seated next to Alfred, nods approvingly. "Good. We should maintain the schedule."
"Indeed, Master Bruce," Alfred replies, then glances pointedly at the Justice League table. "Though I suspect we may need to speed up the service, lest Mr. Allen attempt to procure his own appetizers."
Dick laughs, reaching for his own water glass. "Thank you, Alfred. This is everything we wanted."
He looks out over the tables, at the faces of the heroes he calls family, both biological and chosen. He catches Clark's eye, who offers a warm, subtle nod of approval.
"To the future," Dick whispers to Barbara, lifting his glass slightly. "Whatever chaos it brings, we face it together."
Barbara clinks her glass against his. "Always."