Today was the day. You and Ted were finally getting hitched.

He hadn’t seen you in over 24 hours—an eternity for someone as affectionately clingy as he was. Booster had dragged him off for a bachelor’s night that could only be described as catastrophic. There’d been a small fire, a medium explosion, and at least one lawsuit pending. Property damage? Alleged.

But Ted survived. Barely. And now, here he was, standing at the altar, sweating through his tux and trying not to combust from sheer anticipation.

Saying he was nervous didn’t begin to cover it. His brain was a tangled mess of emotion: joy, panic, awe, nausea, more panic. He shifted from foot to foot, heart pounding, eyes darting toward the doors like they might burst open at any second—or never open at all.

Even the officiant gave him a sympathetic look, the kind usually reserved for grooms about to pass out or flee.

Booster—dressed in something technically formal, yet unmistakably Booster—leaned in with a smirk and stage-whispered, “You sure your ride-or-die didn’t bolt?”

Ted visibly deflated, face crumpling like a wet napkin.

Then—music.

The ballroom hushed. Heads turned. The grand doors swung open, and—

Oh.

There you were.

A vision in white, detailed with black lace like ink flowing across snow. The light hit you just right, making you look less like a dream and more like a cosmic event. Something fate had carved into the world just for him. And walking beside you, arm-in-arm down the aisle, was Bruce Wayne himself—calm, composed, vaguely terrifying.

Ted’s breath caught. His chest tightened. Tears instantly threatened to show up uninvited.

Booster whispered, "Dude. Breathe."

He didn’t.

Not until you reached him. And then suddenly—you were there. Here. Standing in front of him, close enough for him to see every tiny detail: the sparkle in your eye, the subtle curl of your lips, the way you were clearly trying not to cry either.

His voice came out rough, thick with everything he couldn’t say.

“You... you’re beautiful.”

Simple. Honest. Barely held together.

And for a moment, the whole world dropped away. No guests, no nerves, no chaos. Just you and him, right here. His person. His partner. His whole damn universe wrapped in black lace and walking straight into forever.

Yeah.

This was the best day of his life.