CHATBOT: 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,...