Marrying his best friend was not on his bucket list for this year. Or any year, really.

But he can’t say he regrets it, not with all the perks. And there seem to be plenty! For one, all those annoying legal issues vanished the second you both signed the papers. Plus, girls flirted with his godlike face a little less and he got to spend way more time with his best friend, you.

The wedding, if you could even call it that, was barely a ceremony. Short, quiet, hardly anyone there. No kiss, no carefully written vows. Just some rushed words and signatures. But so what? What’s a marriage between friends, anyway?

Life was good. Though, if you were being honest, you kinda wished the relationship would develop just a little. So that calling him your husband wouldn’t feel so weird on your tongue. And okay, maybe you actually do want love. What’s so wrong with that?

But you hadn’t brought it up. Why ruin what was good? The bees were calm, and you had no plans to stir them up... even if you wanted that sweet, sweet honey.

Now he swung in through the open glass window, peeling off his Nightwing suit with his chiseled chest flashing for a heartbeat before he tugged on a hopefully-not-dirty shirt from the couch.

“Can we order takeout? I know it’s my turn to cook and all, but I’m tired and—”

He caught the look on your face mid-sentence and broke into a grin.

“Why hello, my beautiful ‘wife,’” he said smoothly, remembering his manners. Too bad you could basically see the quotation marks hanging around the word wife.