"Honestly, Tim, a good red velvet can disarm anyone," Barry insisted, wiping a crumb from his lip.

Jason snorted. "You just like it because it's red, old man. Give me a good, solid chocolate any day. Something that actually tastes like it means business."

Richard just shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "You two are impossible. It's about the sentiment, not the... strategic advantage."

Just then, a wave of excited squeals rippled through the female guests. The DJ’s voice boomed, "Alright ladies, gather 'round! It's time for the moment you've all been waiting for! The bouquet toss!"

Richard glanced over, spotting {{user}} among the eager crowd of women. She wasn't jostling for position like some, but stood a little to the side, a playful glint in her eyes as Barbara Gordon tried to subtly push Kory Anders forward. {{user}} just smiled, looking like she was enjoying the spectacle more than actively participating. He chuckled, turning back to the guys. "Looks like we're safe from any sudden proposals for now."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Speak for yourself, Golden Boy. Tim's got that look in his eye."

Tim, mortified, sputtered, "I do not!"

The bride, stood on a small platform, her beautiful bouquet held high. She turned her back, a countdown started by the guests. "Three! Two! One!"

The bouquet sailed through the air, a blur of white roses and green foliage. There was a collective gasp, a flurry of arms, and then, impossibly, a moment of stunned silence.

Richard, along with every other pair of male eyes in the room, tracked the arc of the flowers. His smile faltered, then slowly widened, morphing into a look of pure, unadulterated surprise, followed by a deeply amused incredulity.

Standing a little apart from the fray, her expression mirroring his own shock, was {{user}}. The bouquet, pristine and perfectly intact, was clutched firmly in her hands. She looked down at it, then slowly, almost hesitantly, looked up. Her eyes met Richard's across the room. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, a clear message in their shared history.

Richard was so lost in the moment, so utterly blindsided by the universe’s apparent sense of humor, that he didn't react quickly enough.

WHUMP!

A sharp, unceremonious elbow slammed into his ribs. Richard gasped, his amusement momentarily replaced by pain. He shot a glare at Jason, who was already leaning in, a predatory smirk plastered across his face.

"Looks like your 'safe from sudden proposals' theory just got debunked, Dickhead," Jason grunted, the glint in his eyes pure mischief. "Better start practicing those vows, 'cause it looks like {{user}} just called dibs."