Oliver Queen frowned at his reflection in the mirror, adjusted the knot on his tie with an air of futility, and then yanked the whole thing off to start over just as his wife entered from the master bathroom.
"What are you doing?" Chloe asked, rushing to his rescue and taking the tie into her own hands. "We have to be at the church in twenty minutes, and Star City's Best-Dressed Man of the Year forgets how to tie a Windsor?"
"You don't think it's a bad omen?" he groused. "Serving as best man again in a wedding you ruined the first time?"
"Not unless you've been taken over by Darkseid again, no. Any Omega signs you haven't told me about?"
"Hey. Not funny."
"Serves you right," Chloe said unmercifully, and tweaked the tie a fraction higher than it needed to be. Oliver stuck a finger at the top of the knot and pulled it back down. "Besides…oh, you know."
"I still think 'Boy Scout' fits him better than 'Superman.' Trust Clark to put stock in a church wedding with all the trimmings. What's wrong with the good ol' Justice of the Peace? Or, come to that, waking up the nearest minister within smartphone radius? That one worked for us."
Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Even magically inebriated, I don't think Clark would hammer on a complete stranger's door in the middle of the night. Nor would he have the cash on hand to entice her to perform a ceremony instead of call the police. Besides, at least he will remember today. It's not the same when you have to track people down to get the details."
Oliver watched her put in her emerald earrings and thanked his lucky stars yet again for Zatanna. He had always suspected that if it hadn't been for him pulling out the other half of her marriage license, Chloe would've taken some imagined high road and still be denying that they could be better heroes together than they were apart.
"I can't imagine our wedding could have surpassed anything that's followed it," he replied. "It just keeps getting better."
"You're even smoother now than you were then, Queen," she replied, favoring him with a smile and a quick kiss before turning to grab her purse from the dresser.
"Clark has the rings?"
"Yup. I'm surprised they've held up to as much on-and-off as they've been through."
Oliver pulled a folded piece of paper from his inner jacket pocket. "Which reminds me, do you think the minister wants the original marriage license, or will we have a second one done up?"
Chloe leaned against him and threaded her fingers with his. "We did date it when we signed it. Probably a second one, considering the happy couple is going for 'Never married before' even to their friends and 'Barely tolerating each other' to everybody else."
"Makes being the very public wife of a known arrow-toting hero seem blissfully uncomplicated, huh?"
She laughed. "At least we're not making our friends waste a perfectly good Saturday afternoon watching us get married after we've been married for seven years already." Her eyes widened as her husband's lit up. "Ohhh, no. No, no, no."
"We might owe them back for that," he said innocently.
"That's not where I was going with…. Speaking of going," she said, backing towards the door and pulling him with her, "we have to. Now."
Oliver tucked his thought away with a promise to himself: someday in the not-too-distant future, he would marry his wife again.
Clark and Lois weren't the only ones who could get away with that.