Gotham's high-society weddings were supposed to be dignified affairs.

Keyword: supposed to.

{{user}}'s and Richard's wedding was beautiful. The cathedral was all soft light and flowers, Your father was crying already, and Richard looked so proud, it was almost normal

Almost.

Until one of the bridesmaids gave him a Polaroid picture, they slipped it into his hand subtly clearly meant for his eyes only, he was confused but looked at the picture-in his hands, the image seared into his retinas. It wasn't even that explicit—but it was enough, a picture of you but in more explicit clothing.

Wow is all he could think before putting it in his suit pocket

His pulse hammered in his throat as he continued talking to guests like nothing happened, his cheeks rosey pink

An hour passed and another bridesmaid handed him another Polaroid while he was talking to Bruce- just a little more explicit then the last before putting it in his pocket

This was fine. This was normal. You were his wife, for Christ's sake—

Nice? Too bland. Hot? Too obvious. I'm gonna lose my mind? Too honest. was all he was thinking

And Yes he could hear you laughing from the other side of the room...you and your bridesmaids clearly planned this.