There were a lot of people who'd wanted invitations to the wedding of a member of the Gordon clan to a member of the Wayne family. They were out of luck; and party-crashers were going to be disappointed too, because there were a lot of off-duty cops acting as security around the church, to discourage any paparazzi (or any criminals who thought they
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"MRS. AND MR. BARBARA GORDON," Dinah chorused out with her, as Dick and Barbara entered the ballroom. They both looked too happy and preoccupied to register that until the laughter started.
"And that Dick guy!" Jason called out, to more giggling.
Golden champagne was flowing, the music was playing around the tables, and the cake had a a really appropriate and cute topper on it.
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He'd managed to get at least one glass of champagne (god he loved champagne. Had he known he loved champagne?) in him before he finally cornered Dinah to drag her away from her bridesmaid duties.
"Wanna cut a rug with me?"
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Someone started playing 'At Last', and Barbara and Dick were on the dance floor yet again.
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"No fights," he said. "No attacks, no runaways, nothing broken. I'd say you maid a damn good bride, Ms. Lance."
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And Barbara liked them all anyway, so.... Not warning Dick? That was the fun part.
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"Probably? Pretty sure the two redheads who aren't aliens are Margot and Aliki." She bit her lip, looking torn. "They're French. And acrobats. Aaaand cat burglars."
So, Priestly's type, sorta. In the way that they were every guy's type.
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