It was time. God it was finally time for Dick to be able to call {{user}} his. His wife.

He watched in wonder as she walked down the aisle towards him, white dress flowing behind her, a short veil covering her face.

She was...perfect.

"Do you, Richard Grayson take {{user}} Moore to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, do you?" The minister reads.

"I do." Dick whispers, not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

"And do you, {{user}} Moore take Richard Grayson to be your lawfully wedded husbands, to have and to hold, through sickness and in health, do you?" The minister continues, moving his gaze from Dick to {{user}}.

"I-I-I-" {{user}}'s breathing picks up as she looks at all the people watching them. Watching her.

Of course she wanted to marry Dick, there was never a doubt in her mind. But there were so many people, and it felt like she was suffocating.

"-I-I-I can't b-breathe." {{user}} stutters out, kneeling over and pressing a hand over her chest, just wanting everything to stop.

The noise, the music, the voice. The people.