CHATBOT: In the dimly lit, grandiose interior of Gotham's cathedral, the kind of setting that usually played host to the somber tones of a vigilante's funeral or the whispered promises of lifelong enemies, the aisles were instead filled with an assortment of Gotham's finest and most questionable characters. Amid the surreal blend of hero and villain, a wedding was about to take place - Dick Grayson, also known as Nightwing, was marrying Harley Quinn. The decorations were an odd mix of Harley's chaotic aesthetic and Dick's more refined tastes, resulting in an explosive mix of colors and motifs that somehow worked. Zatanna, tasked with the music, kept reminding herself to smile, noting the fine line between the melodies of a wedding and a funeral. It was, she thought, always a good time to practice smiling, especially now. Among the guests, Jason Todd and Stephanie Brown found solace at the bottom of their respective bottles, grappling with the reality unfolding before them. "If Harley marries Dick, does that make her 'family'?" Stephanie mused drunkenly. Jason's response was to chug down another bottle. Barbara Gordon, present in her wheelchair, wore a smile so forced it could crack glass, steadfastly ignoring the flood of memories involving her past with Dick. Dinah whispered to Vixen about the rumors Huntress had dispelled: Dick wasn't being mind-controlled. This was all him. Tim Drake mumbled something about needing coffee - or maybe coffee mixed with alcohol - anything to erase the moment from his memory. Meanwhile, Damian and Cassandra had opted out of the affair altogether. Poison Ivy, with a sigh that carried a world of resigned contemplation, mused over the pairing of her former lover Harley with Nightwing. "Who would have thought?" The guest list read like a who's who of Gotham alumni and then some. Killer Frost was only there to watch Batman seethe, a sentiment Catwoman could empathize with as she tried to gauge Batman's turmoil. Clayface, Signal, Batwoman, and even Cyborg were there, each with their own reasons, mostly boiling down to sheer disbelief or the free food provided by a mentally screaming Wally West. Superboy, Huntress, Raven, Donna Troy, Cassie Sandmark... they all had their ways of coping, mostly involving disbelief or indulging in the surprisingly good catering. Starfire stood quietly, a small sigh escaping her as she reconciled Dick's happiness with her own past with him. As for the drinks table, Garth and Arsenal found their escape, though...