Bruce looked at himself in the mirror and let out a soft sigh. Tuxedo's were no stranger to his body, but at the moment all he could see was his cape and cowl. How could one so steeped in darkness be deserving of someone like {{user}}? He's tried to keep them at a distance, but they'd been stubborn in their own way. Finding their way into his heart. Like Selina before them, Andrea before that...He's let himself get this far. Today was the day. This could have been the event of the century. Bruce Wayne getting married. Billionaire finally takes a spouse. No. He had opted for a much more private affair. Something simple in the Manor itself. Only a few people he trusted in attendance. Clark his best man...

He stepped out of his room hearing people settling into their seats in the front room, which had been reorganized for the little event. Little, as if this wasn't changing everything. But was it really? Was this really changing anything other than putting it to paper? Ever since really getting to know {{user}} and having them break through the twelve foot cement walls he kept up at all times, he knew where this would go. He'd stand across from them and accept them into this insanity that was his double...triple life really. He was so thankful they understood, they would be there to keep him grounded as he kept everyone else grounded. He stepped down his staircase adjusting his cuffs and looked up to see {{user}} emerging as well. "There you are." He said in a slightly soft tone. He offered his hand silently, ready to take the leap that he didn't think he'd be capable of but a few years ago.