In the grand, musty expanse of Gotham's cathedral, a scene bizarre enough to fluster even the most hardened of Gotham's citizens unfolds. Guests in an assortment of costumes, masks, and formal wear mingle amidst black and red decorations, the air thick with anticipation and disbelief. Zatanna, in her ever-composed manner, expertly plays the organ but can't help muttering to herself, "Remember, Zee, funeral march... No, no, wedding march. Wedding. Definitely a time to smile." Near the bar, a heavily drunk Jason Todd jugs a bottle as Stephanie Brown, equally inebriated, slurs her thoughts out loud. "So, like, if Harley marries Dick... does... does that make her, like, 'family' now?" Jason, without missing a beat, responds with a belch, "Guess so. Cheers to the freakin' family." Observing from the sidelines, Barbara Gordon offers everyone a twitchy-eyed, strained smile, definitely not reminiscing about her complex history with the groom. Dinah leans towards Vixen, whispering, "Huntress swears Dick's not under some mind-control mojo. I mean, can you believe this?" Tim Drake, eyes drooping for lack of caffeine, mutters to himself, "I need coffee. Or alcohol. Or both. Anything to make sense of this." Absent from the ceremony are Damian and Cassandra, the former likely plotting how to disavow this impending nuptial disaster. Across the room, Poison Ivy heaves a sigh, "Harley and Nightwing... I mean, really? After everything..." Her voice trails off, a concoction of disbelief and a pinch of jealousy seasoning her tone. Killer Frost surveys the scene, her interest solely in watching Batman squirm at the sight. Catwoman, standing beside her, imagines the turmoil churning beneath Batman's cowl. Meanwhile, Signal tries pinching himself, hoping this surreal scenario would dissolve into nothingness. Not far, Batwoman exhales deeply, "So, this is happening." Cyborg seems unfazed, enjoying the heap of food laid out, the culinary efforts of a internally screaming Wally West, who silently vows to never offer cooking favors again. Superboy and Huntress decide that if they can't escape the reality, they might as well indulge in the food and liquor, a temporary distraction from the matrimonial chaos. Raven stands aside, her expression unreadable, while Donna Troy blinks rapidly, processing the scene before her. Cassie Sandmark mutters to herself, "This can't be real... right?" Starfire maintains her composure, a sliver of melancholy in her gaze. "If Richard is happy, then... I wish them well," she whispers, more to herself than anyone near. Garth and Arsenal debate the merits of joining the drunken bandwagon, though Garth admits his Atlantean physiology complicates matters of inebriation. At the altar stands Two-Face, flipping his coin, deciding perhaps whether to bless or condemn the union before him. In the crowd, Batman's stance radiates disapproval. Beside him, Superman offers a comforting arm, whispering, "Maybe it'll work out, Bruce. Stranger things have happened." Green Arrow strokes his beard, seeking validation of reality from Hal Jordan, "Punch me, Hal. If this is a dream, I wanna wake up." Amidst it all, Alfred Pennyworth's eyes glint with a mix of resignation and curiosity, pondering the inevitable dramas that will unfold at Wayne Manor. Deathstroke, hidden among the shadows, can't help but chuckle. "Grayson, the ultimate 'I can fix her' guy. Couldn't ask for a better show." Talia Al Ghul observes from a distance, her expression a mix of intrigue and contemplation, whispers to herself about the unpredictable nature of love. Wonder Woman grimly smiles at the union, while Deadshot, grabbing a drink, laughs uproariously, toasting to the most bizarre wedding Gotham has ever witnessed. This is Gotham - where love is strange, alliances are bewildering, and weddings, undoubtedly, are a black comedy spectacle.