In the dim morning light, the Batcave was a complete mess.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCV973U8GRs
Tim had fallen asleep face-down at the table, surrounded by unfinished investigation reports and empty energy drink cans.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuQZJfWxqao
Dick was curled up on the couch, half-covered by a blanket.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU2nhcZMLm6
Steph leaned against a wall, hugging an unopened tub of ice cream that had long since melted into a milky puddle of sadness.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIenzKg0q1V
Damian was tucked away in a corner, pretending to meditate, even the cats ignoring him.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKX4Z5u2QZE
And Barbara? She wore a blackout sleep mask, hiding in the server room as if she were just another stream of data.
For an entire month, they each drowned themselves in missions and distractions, too afraid to confront the structural collapse caused by that one text:272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5AGhirZzh3
"Jason and I are ending our relationship."
Until today.
Alfred’s voice, as always, was gentle yet impossible to disobey.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3MkWz0QcI9
He woke each of them with a soft knock and his usual composed tone:272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcVMOKXQd50
“Good morning. Please get dressed. It’s time to leave.”
“Get dressed?” Tim blinked groggily, still hovering between dream and reality. “What kind of mission needs formalwear…?”
“Who died?” Damian’s voice was low and guarded as he opened his eyes.
“I’m guessing… some elite funeral?” Dick sat up, still foggy.
“Can I wake up from my hangover first?” Steph croaked, sounding like a sleepy cat.
Barbara was already checking her phone. “No alerts from the GCPD. Alfred, are you sure you didn’t mix up the calendar?”
It was then they noticed Bruce sitting quietly nearby.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡskPbJ1H0Sn
Immaculately dressed in a tailored suit, silver cufflinks gleaming, his tie knotted to perfection.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyC9mQlLWuf
He held a cup of steaming black coffee in one hand, calmly flipping through the morning paper.
He glanced up and gave them a silent nod.
Alfred, unbothered, replied in the same composed tone:272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSxSQQjel0D
“It’s a wedding. Master Jason and Miss Leila’s wedding, to be exact.”
Silence.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbOHNM5Vvzr
Then chaos.
Everyone froze as if slapped awake.
Tim nearly slid off his chair. “Wait… WHAT?!”
Dick’s mouth hung open. “Whose… with WHOSE wedding?!”
“I must still be dreaming,” Steph muttered, pinching her arm.
Damian, uncharacteristically quiet, turned to Bruce. “Is this real?”
Bruce set down his coffee. His answer was short:272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvk8Tfz5GsF
“She said she didn’t want you all to keep feeling guilty. It’s time to come back.”
Then he stood, adjusted his collar, and gracefully picked up his coat.
The rest of them remained stunned—like soldiers just waking from a nightmare, only to realize the nightmare… was simply the test before joy.
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Sunlight filtered through the stained glass windows of the chapel, casting soft hues onto the deep red carpet and oak pews.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMBQ2CS3iU
There were no loud bells.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcvdSB0xU8
No press.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKrZ6iUD3tM
No guests crowding the aisles.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFQ8R1Ce24g
Only a small handful of people who knew—sitting quietly, like a dream being kept safe in someone’s hands.
Bruce stood near the altar, stoic in his perfectly pressed suit, but with a rare softness in his expression.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVtWYna2jYO
Tim sat beside him, hands tightly clasped, saying nothing.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH60V2vYBBN
Dick placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, though it was just as much to calm himself.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jwtututt3
Damian sat in the front row looking like he’d transcended earthly emotions, unable—or unwilling—to hide the sourness on his face.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtQijKc3W4
Steph had brought tissues. She was already teary-eyed, and the ceremony hadn’t even started.
Then came the sound of the organ.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIPs5jWgJwx
Everyone turned.
Leila stood at the entrance.
No veil.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpQyyHa5TxH
Just a soft, champagne-colored dress and loose, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders like sunlight reflecting on a lake.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF7tQ2yXWEV
In her hands was a bouquet of white roses.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl4xHbxZZTR
Her steps were slow, poised, graceful—each one a quiet declaration: I know what I’m doing.
Jason stood at the altar in a black suit, outwardly calm, but the moment she entered, his eyes locked on her—and never left.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8UpDQDJNA
For years, he’d believed sunlight was something distant and unreachable, meant for people unlike him—people who didn’t fight in alleys at midnight.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVHyj7MuVI2
But as she approached, he realized the light wasn’t shining on him.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFXJCdS5IZx
It was shining from her eyes.
Leila stopped in front of him and gently placed the flowers in his hands.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjxgYsrn232
They looked at each other—no vows, no long speeches.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJbnYgahbyX
She simply reached out, lacing her fingers into his, like saying:272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFd2cGllI5l
This time, I’m not letting go.
Even as the pastor began speaking, neither of them broke eye contact.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNuG0eKTYst
And when the question finally came—“Do you?”—Jason answered, voice low and steady:
“She’s the one person I should never have had… but the one I’ll protect for the rest of my life.”
Leila laughed softly, eyes shining.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy8cV2iIorI
She didn’t reply.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zxGLfw0oe
She just nodded.
The white roses sat quietly to the side of the altar.
When they exchanged rings, the entire chapel was silent.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcvChloNzyr
No one took photos.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxogbUMPgaK
No one clapped.
But the air held something sacred—272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡevM9050aoS
Not joy, exactly.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaTtNQXFiaV
Not relief.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡthpfspsXF7
Something fuller.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFoUPqaNEhS
Something whole.
As if a journey long overdue had finally arrived at its ending.272Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWbkbx4Ikjs
And this time, neither of them ran.
《End》
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