When your fiancé would rather be on patrol than go cake tasting…

Selena: Bat, we’re getting married tomorrow! Meow!

Bruce: Hrrrn…

Selena: Why aren’t you excited?

Bruce: Because, Cat, we’ve been here for an hour and you’ve already said it thirteen times.

Selena: But we’re getting married tomorrow!

When your tough-as-nails, alpha-male best friend gets antsy…

Clark: *plugging both his ears with his fingers* Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. I can’t talk right now. I’m at your wedding!

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His super hearing can’t save you know, Bruce. He really wants you to go through with this. Now, stop muttering and finish getting dressed.

Batman: *getting off the phone with Talia*

Catwoman: Meow. I wish our phone conversations were as flirty.

Batman: She threatened to kill me, Selina.

Catwoman: I can do that.

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You do not want her jealous, Bruce.

Post-wedding downtime be like…

Dick: *looking on as Selina thanks the Justice Society for attending* That’s funny.

Bruce: *loosening his tie and drinking his third glass of wine* What’s funny?

Dick: She pulls ridiculous stunts and is crazy. She’s the female you. *pats him on the chest and walks away*

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On the rooftop where they first chased each other…

Bruce: *fidgeting with his cuff links (something old: was his father’s)*

Selina: *smoothening out her lacy, white dress (something new: picked by Harley and Ivy)*

Bruce: *glances at something in the evening sky*

Selina: *knows exactly what her fiancé’s been not-so-discreetly staring at behind her*

Selina: *sighs and grabs his face so that he’s looking her straight in the eye*

Selina: You are not allowed to die. Do you understand?