The last thing Dick expected after going on a spur of the moment trip to Vegas with his best friend was to wake up married to her.

And their lack of clothing suggested that getting married wasn't all they had done.

On the one hand, at least it wasn't someone Dick didn't know. It was his best friend. On the other hand, Bruce was going to kill him, the press was going to have a field day, and while Dick loved {{user}}, they hadn't signed a prenup. What if she decided to just...bleed Dick dry?

As if she'd heard him thinking about her, {{user}} stirred in the bed with a groan, her hand flying to her forehead.

"Fuck my head..." She mumbled.

Dick sat down next to her, trying to avoid looking at her obvious lack of clothing as he cleared his throat. "Hey um...what do you remember from last night?"

{{user}} squinted at him, then at their pile of clothes on the floor, and finally at her and his naked bodies. "Not much but we clearly...did...the deed huh?"

"Yeah..." Dick grimaced, "and that's not all."

"What more could there possible be..." {{user}} trailed off as Dick placed the very legal marriage certificate in her hand. "...Oh shit."