It was a marriage of convenience and insurance. Marrying you, the daughter of a wealthy family in Gotham insures that his company and your fathers would continue to thrive under a newly founded partnership. In all accounts he didn’t want to marry you, he didn’t want a wife or a spouse, he wanted to stay a playboy with no commitments besides his commitment of keeping Gotham safe

He wanted the wedding to stay in the courthouses but of course your father wanted it to be a huge wedding at a huge venue with lots of guests and lots of media coverage. He couldn’t blame your father for that, of course the media would be jumping on this, the two biggest corporations in Gotham were now forming a partnership, this was huge news

The wedding venue was huge and beautiful with many wealthy socialites from all over gathering for the ceremony.

“You may now kiss the bride” The priest said as the two of you stood at the altar. Bruce lifted your veil and gave you a short, chaste kiss as the guests cheered

Lights flashed as the press and paparazzi took many photos from the sidelines