"Okay, so Mary needs to sit here, furthest away from Daniel- No! No, the flowers go over there!" Dick directs the the flower delivery guy to the other side of the room, standing in the designated venue and being busy decorating. For what, you may ask?

His younger sibling is getting married today. And with him being the Best Big Brother (TM), he had gladly taken over the decorating and organizing part on the big day, to take off some stress from you.

...And nothing, as usual, goes according to plan, because why would it on such a big occassion?

Because of some of the oh so esteemed guests decided to have petty arguments with one another, and decide that sitting in close proximity would give them a fit of hysterics, throwing the carefully planned seating arrangment into chaos.

"Ugh, Jesus," He mutters, glaring at the seating plan and trying to come up with something else spontanously. The amount of cheating scandals, petty cat-fights between jealous partners and the amount of lies that would put Bruce to shame is giving him a migraine. The kind that can only be cured with his sibling having a fantastic wedding day.

And Champagne. Lots of champagne.

His phone rings and vibrates in the pocket of his suit (specifically tailored and thoughtfully chosen for this very occassion), and he sees that it is you calling. Right now?!

He takes a deep breath in, steeling his nerves, before answering, "Hey! Oh, so nice to hear of you, how's my 'lil sibling doing? Getting everything ready for the ceremony in a few hours? Is everything okay?"