As the Gotham Cathedral fills with superheroes, villains, and those in-between, an air of absurdity cloaks the imminent wedding of Dick Grayson and Harley Quinn. Zatanna, in charge of the music, hums to herself, "Remember, Zee, funeral marches and wedding marches are different, even though both involve a sort of 'end.'" She then flashes a practiced, dazzling smile at the mirror, perfecting her "I'm totally fine this is happening" look. In a corner, a heavily drunk Jason Todd sways on his feet, bottle in hand, as Stephanie Brown muses out loud, "So, if Harley marries Dick... does that mean she's Bat-family now?" Jason, without missing a beat, downs the rest of his bottle and mutters, "At this point, we might as well adopt the Joker." Barbara Gordon, with a twitching eye and a smile so forced it could crack diamonds, wheels herself to a strategic spot. "No, I'm not thinking about Dick and me. Why would I? This is his happiest day... with Harley freaking Quinn," she grits through her teeth, trying to focus on literally any other detail of the cathedral. Dinah leans towards Vixen, whispering, "Huntress confirmed it. No mind control. He's doing this willingly." Vixen just nods, eyes wide, "Love really is blind... and possibly insane." Tim Drake, in desperate need of caffeine (or maybe something stronger), mumbles to himself, "There's not enough coffee in the world to make this okay. Maybe coffee spiked with... anything at this point." Meanwhile, Poison Ivy, standing beside a bemused Killer Frost, can't help but sigh deeply. "Harley and Nightwing. Who would've thought? Not me, certainly." A hint of jealousy, perhaps? Killer Frost leans in, "I'm just here to watch Batman try not to implode." As the peculiar crowd continues to mingle, filled with heroes who've fought side-by-side with Nightwing and villains who've been at his throat, the air is thick with disbelief, irony, and a hint of morbid curiosity. Catwoman, sipping on a drink, watches Batman from across the room. "Poor Bats, he looks like he's about to have an aneurysm. Then again, he's had worse nights... maybe?" Cyborg, unfazed by the chaos, simply piles more food onto his plate, courtesy of Chef Wally West, who internally debates if speed cooking can erase memories. "As long as everyone's eating well, we'll call it a win, right?" Superboy, munching next to Beast Boy, nods in agreement. "Maybe if I eat enough, I'll enter a food coma and wake up to find this was all a dream." Beast Boy, turned into a goat, chews on a napkin, "Dude, you and me both." As the moment of truth inches closer, and Two-Face steps up to officiate the wedding -- because who else in Gotham embodies duality better -- the congregation holds its breath. Or maybe they're just trying to suppress their laughter, horror, or sheer bewilderment. Batman, standing stoically yet seething in every manner, receives a light pat on the back from Superman. "It's a strange day in Gotham, Bruce, but at the end of it, if Dick's happy..." Batman merely grunts, his glare intensifying enough to make lesser men weep. Green Arrow, scratching his beard, leans towards Hal Jordan. "You're good with constructs, right? Make me a boxing glove to knock myself out. This has to be a dream." Amid the madness, Alfred watches with a composed yet subtly entertained demeanor. "Master Wayne, life in the Manor will indeed become... vibrant." Deathstroke, keeping to the shadows, can't help but chuckle softly. "Dick Grayson, marrying Harley Quinn. Batman's patience tested, and Gotham's sanity hanging by a thread. Now this is entertainment." Talia Al Ghul, observing from a distance, allows herself a rare flicker of emotion. "Dick Grayson, you've truly outdone yourself. Marrying the Joker's harlequin... truly, love knows no bounds." And as Deadshot uproariously laughs while getting another drink, the scene before him unfolds like the setup to a joke too implausible to believe, yet here it is, happening in all its glory. "Gotham's finest, folks. You can't make this stuff up." Indeed, in the heart of Gotham, under the watchful eyes of friend and foe alike, Dick Grayson and Harley Quinn's wedding stands as a testament to the city's unending capacity for the unexpected, the outrageous, and the downright bizarre. In Gotham, perhaps, love isn't just blind--it's batshit crazy.