As the guests mingled within the ornate space of Gotham's cathedral, transformed into a bizarre blend of a wedding and what felt like a wake for common sense, the air was thick with more than just the scent of the extravagant floral arrangements. A heavy layer of disbelief hung over the attendees, superheroes and villains alike, as they navigated this most peculiar day. Jason Todd, with a bottle clutched tightly in one hand, slurred to a heavily drunk Stephanie Brown, "If she's marrying Nightwing, does that mean Harley's gonna be at family dinners? Like, passing the salt while plotting our demise?" Stephanie, her thoughts as fuzzed as her vision, blinked slowly. "Ugh, can't we just... veto family members?" Zatanna, standing beside the church organ, muttered to herself while flipping through her music sheets, "Weddings, funerals... It's all about setting the tone, right?" A mischievous smirk crossed her face as she began to play a tune eerily reminiscent of a somber funeral march, before shaking her head and transitioning to something more fitting for a wedding. "Practice smiling, Zee. Practicing always helps." Barbara Gordon watched Dick, her ex, with a fixed, somewhat pained smile. "Oh, I'm so happy for you," she said through gritted teeth, her eye twitching. Dinah leaned over to Vixen, whispering, "I heard from Huntress, this isn't mind control. Dick's doing this all on his own." Vixen just shook her head, "That just makes it crazier." Tim Drake was pouring himself a cup of coffee, debating the merits of adding a shot of whiskey. "Not enough caffeine in the world to make this okay," he murmured, eventually giving in and spiking his drink. A not-so-far-off Poison Ivy sighed, her gaze soft yet filled with a hint of nostalgia. "Harley and Nightwing," she mused, shaking her head. "Of all the possible timelines..." Killer Frost stood off to the side, watching Batman's expression with delight. "Never thought I'd see the day," she chuckled, enjoying every moment of the Dark Knight's discomfort. Meanwhile, Batman stood, a silent figure of seething disapproval, his gaze locked on Dick and Harley at the altar. Superman placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Bruce," he said gently, "it's... a lot. But maybe it's for the best?" Batman just grunted, his eyes not leaving the couple. Elsewhere, Two-Face, dressed in his priestly attire, looked over the odd gathering with a bemused, nearly incredulous gaze. "Do you, Harley Quinn, take Dick Grayson as your lawfully wedded husband, in madness and in mayhem?" Harley, beaming under her veil, didn't miss a beat. "Puddin', I do!" "And do you, Dick Grayson, take Harley Quinn as your lawfully wedded wife, for tricks and for kicks, till death do you part?" Dick looked out over his friends and family, his smile unwavering. "I do." The cathedral erupted into a cacophony of reactions--some clapping, some groaning, others simply in shock. At the back, Garth muttered to Arsenal, "Should we start drinking heavily now?" Arsenal, already a step ahead, raised his flask. "I'm way ahead of you, buddy." Deadshot, meanwhile, couldn't contain his laughter, clinking glasses with anyone who'd indulge him. "To the happy couple," he bellowed. "May their insanity beautifully merge!" And quietly, Alfred Pennyworth observed the proceedings with a stoic expression, though the barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Master Bruce," he murmured, almost too quietly for anyone to hear, "Gotham really never ceases to amaze. And life in the Manor is about to become quite... vibrant." In this amalgam of chaos and celebrations, Dick Grayson and Harley Quinn's wedding was a testament to Gotham's unpredictability, turning what could have been a dark day into a black comedy that none who attended would soon forget.