Hey, you guys! Got a couple of things I wanted to say.
First off, I have never been to a wedding. All of the information here is from Wikipedia, LOL. Honestly. No joke. Please, PLEASE excuse it if it's really off, because I don't think half of this stuff is right...
Secondly, if there is not a warning in the summary about a character death, the MAIN characters will not die. I promise. Maybe a couple of side characters, but not the main ones. This is going to be extremely important for some of my new stories, and I just wanted you guys to know that. I'll always give you a warning if someone really important is gonna die.
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Why was Kori wearing black? She was at her wedding, not a funeral. Hesitantly, she stepped out of the doors, waiting for Galfore to come and take her arm and lead her up to the altar. He was not there. Kori kept the tears in for now, trying to be happy, at least for Richard. Her almost-husband was standing there, smiling at her. She relaxed, taking small steps in beat with the music.
Wait a minute.
Where was the music? The hall was as silent as a grave. Suddenly, someone pushed past her. A blonde haired girl in a pink dress. "Dickie-poo! I'm here for our wedding!" Kori gasped.
"No! He is my husband, not yours!" she shrieked, throwing her veil at Kitten. The blonde snarled, and then lunged at her. Bruce grabbed Kitten, holding her away.
"You're interrupting. Time is money, you pink brat," he snarled. Kori kept walking, unable to believe what she had done. Richard was looking a let less confident, as if he were having second thoughts. Was he going to leave her, after all of this? She made it to him, and the priest started talking.
"Um...we're here today to...mourn...for...the loss...of Richard Grayson's...bachelorhood..." the priest said, struggling with the words. A few people in the crowd sniggered, and Kori looked at the priest in alarm. He waved at her, and Kori recognized him.
"Gar! You are the PRIEST?" she cried. He nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah! And Rae even wrote me a script, see? Okay...on with the wedding...loss...blah, blah, blah...um...something about health...yadda, yadda...hey! Does anyone have gum?" Gar asked the crowd. A few people held up a piece or two. "Great, could you throw it up here?" Suddenly, Kori was barraged by already-been-chewed gum, with Richard laughing in her face.
"Stop!" she screeched. They stopped.
"Yeah, so," Gar continued, his voice now accompanied by loud smacking sounds. "Do you wanna get married to Kori, Rich?"
Richard scoffed. "Of course not. But I don't have a choice, do I? Just say the next line..."
"NO!" Kori screamed, waking up. She'd dozed off hours before the wedding, having not gotten any sleep last night. Rachel, her maid of honor, hurried in, looking scared.
"Is something wrong, Kori?" she asked. Kori sank back in her chair, trying to calm herself down.
"N-no...p-please, do not make Gar the priest at my wedding," Kori pleaded. Rachel gave her a strange look.
"Who in their right mind would make Gar a priest? Now get ready. We've got three hours." Kori nodded, trying to erase the dream from her mind. Did Richard still love her? Did he still want to marry her? Was he even here? A lot could happen in the time that she was asleep, however long. What if he had run off with Kitten?
"Rachel, stay, please," Kori begged. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"You're going to be fine, Kori. As much as I hate to admit it, Dick is a pretty great guy. I promise, if anything goes wrong, just call me and we can punch him out together." Kori smiled a little bit, but was not altogether reassured.
"I want to see him," said Kori.
"You know you can't. It's wedding tradition, the bride can't see the groom, or vice-versa, before the wedding starts. Or whatever," sighed Rachel.
"I still want to see him," Kori said stubbornly.
"I know. And I want a rainbow and a unicorn and a field of flowers, but that's not gonna happen, is it? Now get dressed." Kori sighed and did as she was told, slipping into her bright white wedding gown. It was sleeveless, and she had matching white gloves that came up past her elbow to put on after that. The dress hugged her curves up until her hips, where it flared out far more than Kori thought necessary, but she didn't mind. Beautiful embroidery covered most of the torso area, with a small, sparkling emerald stitched on every inch or two. The bottom was all white, and the dress had an impressive train. Rachel helped zipper up the back, and Kori was always surprised by how tight it felt.
"We should have done a rehearsal, Rachel," Kori whispered fervently.
"Well, we would have, if someone hadn't run away..." Kori blushed, still wishing she'd had time to practice everything.
"But what if he does not like how this looks? He will be displeased, and will not want to marry me anymore, and accept the constant whinings of that ooze monster Kitten, and we will--" Rachel shushed her and turned her around.
"Believe me, Kori, Dick's gonna love seeing you in this." Kori turned to glance at the mirror again and blushed. It was almost too tight, but accented her figure perfectly. "I forgot...there are gonna be men in the crowd...expect a few wolf whistles, Kori, and I don't mean from Dick." Kori's blush turned even more red.
"Rachel, I want to see Richard!" she cried hysterically. Rachel rolled her eyes and reached into her pocket.
"I've got something for you." She handed Kori a picture, a very familiar one at that. A man stood, leaning easily against a wall, with his arms around her, his messy ebony locks splayed across his face, and he was smiling widely. It was taken a few days ago, when they had gone on a 'date' downtown. Kori smiled and hugged the picture close.
"Thank you, Rachel." Rachel shrugged, and in came Toni and Karen. Toni had just returned from her honeymoon with Alan, and the two of them were delighted to hear the wedding was on again. Toni was doing Kori's make up, and Karen was fixing her hair.
"She's nervous," Rachel warned.
"No problem, so was I, Kori. It gets a lot easier when you get out there. And I was just talking to Dick, he's just as nervous and just as in love with you, I promise," Toni assured. Kori smiled, oblivious to whatever they were doing.
"Yeah, I was wondering when you'd ask. I'm on it," replied Rachel exasperatedly. Kori giggled, watching her leave the room. She came back a few minutes later. "He says he loves you too, Kori, and he wanted to make sure you were okay in here. I told him you were throwing up, and--" There were two loud bangs on the door. "And that would be him."
Kori jumped out of her seat, running to the door, ignoring Karen and Toni's protests. "Richard!"
"Kori? You okay?" he asked from the other side of the door.
"I am fine, merely nervous. Rachel was pulling your arm."
"Leg. That little..." She heard Richard slump on to the door.
"Richard? Are you undamaged?"
"Yeah, I'm alright, just a little nervous too, I guess." There was a pause, in which Karen and Toni waved her back over so they could finish their jobs, but Kori shook her head. She held on to the doorknob, keeping it closed.
"Richard? You are not...reconsidering, are you?" she asked quietly.
"No, Kori, of course not! I'd be crazy to!" He tried to open the door, but she held it closed.
"I knew you would try that," she giggled.
"I can't wait until this is over. Stupid tradition, we're not even superstitious. I can see you if I want," he grumbled. Kori's smile grew broader.
"I love you, Richard."
"Love you too, Kori." She happily made her way back to the seat Karen and Toni had pulled out.
"Hey, Kori? Galfore's here. Do you want me to bring him in here?" asked Rachel. Kori's happiness dissolved for a minute.
"No thank you, Rachel."
"He's your father, Kori. He's going to talk to you sooner or later about this. Might as well be now."
Kori shook her head sadly, causing Karen to curse. After apologizing, she answered Rachel. "He is my guardian. Not my father." Rachel, Toni, and Karen weren't sure what to say to this, so they quickly changed the subject.
"What made you take Dick back?" asked Karen interestedly. She'd heard from Vic, Rachel, and Gar about the whole story. Toni had heard it from Kori herself, and tried to concentrate on not messing up Kori's makeup while listening as well.
"I am not sure, but if you had been in my place, you would have as well. He was very sincere in his apologies," Kori explained.
"So you don't love him? You're just marrying him because he's good at apologizing?" asked Toni scornfully. The two of them stopped what they were doing, and even Rachel looked up from sorting Kori's bouquet.
"Of course not!" Kori replied, aghast. "These last two weeks have been heaven on Earth. It would be impossible not to fall in love with him."
"Kori, I want you to seriously think about this. You know, you do have a choice, no matter what Bruce says. You've still got to say 'I do' at that altar, not him. Are you sure this is what you want? I, for one, would rather you not spend the rest of your life drowned in misery," said Rachel.
Kori laughed. "'Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance,'" she quoted. Rachel rolled her eyes.
"Figures. If you don't like romance novels, then I don't know who would."
Toni and Karen finished up a few minutes later.
"You like it?" Karen asked. Kori glanced at herself in the mirror and squealed.
"Glorious! Oh, thank you, friends!" She hugged each one of them in turn, and Rachel as well. Karen had set her hair up princess-style, with locks left down on either side to frame her face. Toni had outlined and accented her beautiful green eyes, adding a little blush to her cheekbones. They had to admit, Kori didn't need much more. "This is even more wonderful than Bruce's hired cosmeticians could have done!"
"Aw, it was nothing, Kori. Although, it would've been a lot faster if you hadn't gone to talk to Dick," replied Karen. Kori shrugged, grinning. "Are you sure it isn't bad luck to even talk? Or are you just not allowed to see?"
"I do not believe it matters. I am not superstitious, and I believe our marriage shall be wonderful...if not at least normal."
Rachel huffed. "Coming from the girl who nearly had a panic attack two minutes ago." Kori giggled, excited beyond belief. Thirty more minutes.
There was another knock on the door. Rachel opened it to reveal Galfore. Kori stiffened, not entirely ready to forgive him yet. "Korina, my little bumgorf, you look beautiful!" Galfore exclaimed, walking up to embrace her. She backed away slightly.
"Thank you." Rachel, Karen, and Toni took this as a cue to leave.
"Kori? Are you well? We were all so worried when you left, and--"
"I am fine."
"Oh." The two stood in silence for a little bit while Kori turned away, attempting to fix her already perfect dress as an excuse to not talk to Galfore. He laid a hand on her shoulder, and she flinched instinctively. "Korina, you do not really believe I would sell you like that."
"I do not know what to believe."
"I merely thought you and Richard Grayson would be happy, when Bruce brought up the matter. I had no idea." Kori stared at the mirror, still fluffing and worrying her dress. "Koma sends her good wishes," sighed Galfore heavily. He started to leave.
"Where is she? What happened to her?" asked Kori, curiosity overwhelming her.
"Ah, I forgot. Koma is still in jail. She tried to steal this." He held up a necklace, with a single, gigantic, green gem. Kori gasped.
"The Centauri moon diamond? But how did she steal it? It has been in our family for generations!" Galfore shook his head.
"After your parents' deaths, it was given to the Mauritus Museum, as it is one of a kind. As you were to be wed, we needed it back. However, Koma wished to take it for her own, and stole it from the museum. They would not have minded giving it to her, if she had just asked first." Galfore chuckled a little bit.
"But it is rightfully hers! She is the eldest in our family!"
"No, Korina. It was to go to the first wed in the family. Not the eldest. Koma has had her eye on it for quite some time, now. Do you understand, Korina?" Kori sank into a chair. She understood, alright. Galfore had used her, but not in the sense she had thought. This diamond had been passed down from generation to generation in the Anders family, and it was rumored to have come off of a meteorite that had landed on Earth long ago. Galfore had not wanted Koma to have it, and Bruce had wanted money. A win-win situation. Only, Koma hadn't seen it that way, and tried to steal it herself. The museum hadn't known which sister was getting married, so they would have given it to Koma even if she had just walked up to the front desk and requested it. Kori's head hurt with all of the new information.
"So, in a way, Richard was right," she murmured.
"No, my bumgorf. I believed you more trustworthy. I did not wish for your eternal unhappiness." Kori glanced up. It wasn't like Galfore to pick favorites, no matter how many horrible things Koma did. She stood up and hugged him.
"Thank you, Galfore." He pulled away and fastened the necklace around her neck.
"You are welcome. I believe, however, it is time for us to go." Kori nearly fainted. With all of this, she'd forgotten she had a wedding in less than ten minutes. Taking a deep breath and trying to control the smile on her face, she picked up her bouquet and took Galfore's offered arm. He opened the door and they walked down the deserted hallway, where Rachel, Karen, and Toni came to help her with her train. The giant doors to the even more giant hall opened, and Kori's vision completely blurred. All she could see was Richard, and she wasn't sure of anything else around her. It was taking every ounce of her self control not to run up next to him.
The walk seemed a mile long, and it may well have been, for the hall had to be huge enough to seat the people Bruce had invited. She made it, finally, and was now attempting to keep herself from collapsing in Richard's arms. He grinned at her, mouthing 'hi.' She rolled her eyes, not that he could see, trying to concentrate on the priest next to her, which thankfully, was not Gar.
"We have gathered here today to join Korina Luanne Anders and Richard John Grayson in holy matrimony," the priest droned. Kori gulped, unsure if he would be sufficient to keep her attention off of Richard for even a few minutes. Richard's hand brushed against hers as the priest talked, and she blushed furiously. This was going to be a long few minutes.
"The bride and groom have prepared their own vows for each other," the priest said, giving the cue. Richard began.
"Kori, even in the short time we've spent together, we've been through almost everything. To say 'I love you' almost isn't enough. You've turned my life upside down, and I've never been happier. I love you more than anything, Kori. So much." He tried to rid himself of the emotion that had crept into his voice, and Kori's eyes glistened with tears. Were weddings some form of torture? All she wanted to do was hold him forever right now, and she still had a good ten minutes to go.
"Richard, I made a mistake." A huge gasp arose from the crowd, and Richard's eyes widened. Kori waved it off. "Not in that sense. I have made a mistake running away from you, trying to hate you, when I knew I could not. I love you Richard, and I never believed in love at the first sight, but when I first came to America, you showed kindness to me, against all odds. I was just too blind to see anything. I was acting like a child, and yet, you took me in, giving me chance after chance. I have not yet met anyone with a heart as great as yours, and I doubt I ever will. No matter how hidden your intentions, everything you had done turned out for the best. Had it been anyone else, I would not be here today, as joyful as I am now. I thank you, for bringing this light in my life."
Sighs of relief were heard throughout the hall, Bruce's being the loudest. Richard's face turned slightly pink, but the priest began to speak again. "If anyone here believes--"
"MMPH!" Everyone turned towards the back of the room, where a pink-clad lady was waving her arms around wildly, her mouth covered by Wally, who grinned and let go.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," he apologized.
"DICKIE-POO! You're mine! You can't marry her, you--" A burly security guard grabbed Kitten's arms and 'escorted' her out of the hall, amazingly indifferent to her struggling. Bruce glared, and the priest continued shakily.
"If...there is anyone else..."
"No one, she wasn't even supposed to be here. Just continue," ordered Bruce. The priest nodded.
"Richard Grayson, do you take Korina Anders as you lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live?"
"And Korina Anders, do you take Richard Grayson as your lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and health, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Kori replied without hesitation.
"Then by the power invested in me by the city of Gotham, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may--" The rest of the priest's words were drowned out when Richard lifted her veil and captured her lips in his.
"You know none of that's true," Richard murmured in her ear. "Everything you said is completely vice-versa."
"No...perhaps it applies to both of us." Kori had barely finished her statement before Richard kissed her again, which was starting to slightly disgust the crowd.
"How was your day at—mmph!" Kori began to ask Richard, but he had pressed his lips forcefully against hers, drowning out all response. After a few minutes of heated kissing, he pulled away, breathing hard. Kori smiled dazedly. "That bad?"
As Richard had told her, the first time he'd come home from a bad day at work, "I need something to brighten my day up." She could always tell what mood he was in by the way he responded when he came home. Today, he was extra aggravated. It was about a year into their marriage, and things could not have been going better, except for—
"Bruce," said Richard tersely. "He thinks I've been spending too much time with you. We come home after midnight one time and he blows his top." Richard sat down on the sofa in a huff. Kori massaged his shoulders, giggling at what his next reaction might be.
"You cannot expect someone who has not learned to love to understand it," she replied wisely. Richard snorted.
"And who are you planning to set Bruce up with? The old lady down the street?" Kori giggled again and walked around the couch to sit in his lap.
"No one…" she said, kissing her husband happily before pulling away.
"Why are you smiling so much?" asked Richard suspiciously.
Kori leaned towards his ear and whispered, "We are going to have a baby." The look on Richard's face was priceless.
After a minute of shock, Richard gained his composure and grinned widely. He embraced her, with a definite gentle turn, and kissed her tenderly. "Best news I've heard all day."
Kori held little Mary in her arms, slightly disgruntled about being confined to a bed in the birthing suite. Still, she stroked her daughter's face, cooing every time the baby moved a little bit.
"Hey," Richard greeted them, pecking Kori on the lips and Mary on the cheek. "How are you two doing?"
Kori rolled her eyes. "Richard, you have been gone for one hour—"
"And I brought a guest." Kori looked up expectantly, and Bruce shuffled into the room, seeming uncomfortable.
"Dick, I've got clients in this hospital. Imagine what they think of me going into a birthing suite. At least you have a wife you can use as an excuse. I don't!"
"Then get one," said Richard airily. "Bruce, I have a daughter. Can you believe it?"
"Funnily enough, yeah, I can."
"C'mon. You're her grandfather, after all. Show a little enthusiasm!" Richard added playfully. Bruce raised an eyebrow.
"Grandfather?" Richard nodded, holding his stare. Bruce swallowed, nodding.
"Congratulations, you two."
Richard grinned. "Thanks."
Kori held Mary out to him, and he took her reluctantly. He passed a minute inspecting her, and then handed her back. Emotional moment over, he made the following report: "She's bound to end up as hotheaded as Dick and as stubborn as you." Kori smiled, taking it as a compliment. Bruce started walking out, but stopped at the door. "She's cute." He left.
"NOOOOO!" two-year-old Mary wailed, toddling over to Bruce and grabbing on to his leg. Bruce effortlessly took another step, glancing down, amused, at the girl who sat on his foot, pouting.
"I'm sorry, Mary, but I have to leave. I have business in Metropolis—"
"NO!" she screamed. Kori appeared, taking her daughter into her arms. Mary promptly burst into tears, and Kori attempted to soothe her.
"Shush, my child, your Grandpa shall be back soon," she murmured.
"She won't…hate me, will she?" asked Bruce, a little hesitantly. Kori smiled.
"Of course not. Now go, before she remembers that you were leaving." Richard walked in the room, grinning when Mary yelled for him.
"Hey, Mary. How are you?" he asked, lifting her out of Kori's arms and blowing a raspberry into her stomach. Mary squealed with delight, her earlier episode forgotten. Bruce left without a word, afraid to upset her again.
"It is time for your nap, Mary," Kori announced. Mary looked slightly dazed for a second, and then laid her head down on Richard's shoulder, imitating sleep. Kori laughed, taking her daughter in he arms.
"Yes, Mary, a nap." Kori carried Mary up to her room, with Richard in tow. Mary fell asleep almost immediately, as always. She was the sweetest child Kori and Richard could have ever asked for, besides her issues with Bruce's business trips.
Richard wrapped his arms around his wife's waist from behind, kissing her neck affectionately. "I love you, Kori."
Kori leaned back into his embrace, sighing in pleasure. "I love you as well, Richard. Everything is so wonderfully perfect. If only it could stay this way forever…" Richard smiled, turning Kori around to face him.
"We'll always be like this, Kori. One big, happy family." He swept her up so he was carrying her bridal style. "Now go ahead and make that as sappy a sentence as you want."
Mary glanced over her boyfriend's homework. Helping Dylan out had become a regular activity for her, since he seemed to inherit his father, Gar's, brains.
"Dude, your parents are awesome. They're like the nicest people in the universe, and they don't yell at each other every minute of the day," Dylan noted. Mary smiled.
"You know your parents don't really fight. My mom says Rach and Gar argue to show they love each other."
"Yeah, well, I wish they didn't love each other so much," Dylan grumbled. Mary laughed. Dylan always knew how to make her smile. "Come on, Mary, then your mom's philosophy says your parents don't love each other at all. I've never heard them yell, let alone at each other."
Mary rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I doubt it too, but then I walk in the next room where they were trying to make out with no one noticing."
"Make out? Sounds like a good idea," smirked Dylan. Mary stuck her tongue out at him.
"Seriously, though. My parents used to fight all the time."
"No, really. It all started when my mom and dad got these pictures…"
Sorry, really bad ending. Anyways...it's done! Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, and watch out for my next story, which is as of yet untitled. Hehe.