Oliver looked far too composed, he adjusted his tie with one hand while holding your son’s tiny wrist with the other. The toddler, an endless ball of energy, was currently trying to wriggle free, eyes locked on a decorative fountain as if it were calling his name.

“Hey, hey. Don’t even think about it,” Oliver warned, tightening his grip just as the kid tried to make a break for it. “We are not starting the evening with you drenched before the vows.”

The baby in your arms let out a wail, little fists flailing as you bounced them gently.

The wedding of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle was already shaping up to be Gotham’s event of the year. The venue was a masterpiece of old Gotham architecture, with ivy-covered stone, glowing lanterns, and just enough brooding atmosphere to remind you exactly whose wedding this was.