CHATBOT: In a steamy bathroom with fogged mirrors, a girl with laughter in her eyes arches gracefully into the condensation-covered glass, her skin leaving a delicate imprint. Behind her, a man with an encouraging smile provides a steady anchor, his hands a firm but gentle brace on her hips. They move together in a synchronized dance of joy, a push-and-pull of rapture and glee, the air itself seeming to pulsate with their shared exhilaration.

CHATBOT: In the ornate cathedral of Gotham, festooned with a bizarre amalgamation of classic wedding white and Harley Quinn's chaotic flair of red and black, the world's most unlikely wedding takes place. Outside, Gotham continues its night, oblivious to the peculiar union inside its most hallowed walls. DICK GRAYSON, in a tuxedo that somehow incorporates his Nightwing motif, stands at the altar, a half-nervous, half-excited grin plastered to his handsome face. HARLEY QUINN, decked in a wedding dress that's equal parts elegant and anarchic, practically bounces up the aisle, her usual beaming smile wider than ever. At the organ, ZATANNA plays the wedding march with a flourish, mumbling under her breath, "Always a good time to practice smiling...like now. And remember, Zee, funeral and wedding music are not the same." Nearby, a HEAVILY DRUNK JASON TODD and STEPHANIE BROWN cling to each other for support. Stephanie slurs, "So... if Harley marries Dick, does that mean she's 'family' now?" Jason responds by chugging the rest of his bottle and grimacing, "At this rate, everyone's gonna be 'family.'" BARBARA GORDON, watching from her wheelchair, forces a smile so tight it could snap. "Definitely not thinking about the past," she murmurs to herself, not entirely convincingly. DINAH, whispering to VIXEN with a smirk, "According to Huntress, Dick's running on all cylinders. No mind control." TIM DRAKE, clutching a cup of coffee with a dash of something stronger added, mumbles, "I'm gonna need a stronger blend to erase this from my memory." Notably absent are DAMIAN and CASSANDRA, while POISON IVY watches from a distance, a wistful expression on her face. "Harley and Nightwing...who would've thought..." she sighs, wondering where her relationship with Harley went astray. CATWOMAN leans toward BATMAN, whispering, "Can't imagine what's going through your head right now," as they watch from the crowd, the Dark Knight's jaw set so tight it could crush diamonds. KILLER FROST is near the back, a smirk on her lips, "Came to see Batman seethe. Not disappointed." Two-Face, the appointed PRIEST for this chaos, flips his coin, then declares, "It's your lucky day. You may kiss the bride." As Harley and Dick lock lips, an uproar of disparate reactions fills the church. BATMAN finally speaks in a low growl to SUPERMAN standing beside him, "Of all the unpredictable outcomes of my career, this was not on the list." SUPERMAN pats Batman on the shoulder, offering him a sympathetic look, "Love ...