AN: Hey! I finally got around to finishing this, yeah me! Now on to the story!

Disclaimer: So not mine.

It had been three months since Freeze's' attack, and the city of Gotham was still in a state of shock. Every super villain, mob boss and petty cut throat was dead and gone... and so was the Batman.

It had started out as a rumor: that Batman had decided to follow into death all the criminals he had spent his life chasing after insuring that Freeze wouldn't pose a threat to his city once he was gone.

Three months had passed and no-one could refute such rumors.

Several journalists had even tried to corner Nightwing, as well as members of the Justice League, in order to learn the truth; but they all gave the same statement, when they gave a statement at all: No comment.

After three months of uncertainty, and when the bodies were still being counted- many had melted off the ice-burg and floated away, so an accurate body count was unlikely but they were still going to try- the citizens of Gotham decided to hold a memorial service in honor of their lost hero.

When no-one tried to stop them from having it, and when several members of the League said that they would join in, most took it as a sign that the Batman was really dead.

It was a sad time for the majority of Gotham as they made ready for the service, but at Wayne Manor a different set of preparations were under way.

Ivy was in the greenhouse as was usual- she had been ecstatic when she had first found out that Batman had not only saved many of her plants she had developed over the years but had taken care of them himself as well, then she had burst into tearful hysterics- coaxing her babies into beautiful displays for the ceremony to be held that afternoon.

Harley ruined the peaceful atmosphere when she ran in while crying out:

"Red! I can't find 'em! I can't find the groom!" Running a soothing hand over the quivering leaves of her rose-bush, Ivy turned to reassure the upset blonde.

"Hush now, love. Which one can't you find?" Whatever answer she had been expecting- both men had been nervous wrecks for the last week- the answer she received wasn't it.

"Either of them!"

Three months ago:

Bruce was slow to recover, and not just from his physical wounds.

It was four days before he finally woke up, another two before he was allowed to move to his own room, and then no-one, bar Alfred- who only saw him so that he could deliver meals that went mostly untouched- saw him again for a week.

Thirteen days, nearly two whole weeks, since the Freeze incident, and the Joker finally snapped.

He would get his Batsy back one way or another!

If he noticed that he was being followed as he made his way through the halls he gave no indication. He just stormed straight into Bruce's bedroom, slammed the door and started yelling as soon as they were alone.

Five, very curious, people didn't even have to strain to hear the one-sided argument.

"Just what in the HELL do you think you are doing?! This is no way for a grown man to act! So you killed one little ole evil bastard, so what? He'd killed thousands. You are going to stop this pity party RIGHT NOW!" The rant paused as if to let the other person say something.

Leaning in so that they could hear what Bruce might be saying, they were all blown back by the clown's next comment.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Next was the sound of a rough tussle, and then... nothing.

The silence that descended was pregnant with unwelcomed thoughts, and unanswered questions.

Who had won the fight? Had Bruce even fought back? Had the Joker finally done away with his greatest enemy/friend?

In the state Bruce had been wallowing in, no-one doubted that he might have provoked the Joker into ending it all for him.

Squaring his shoulders Alfred stepped forward to end the unknowing trepidation of the moment. Using all his stalwart confidence built up from years of service he flung open the door, and froze.

Behind him four jaws hit the floor.

The Riddler acted fast and quickly shut the door again, everyone scattered and pretended that they had never seen what they had just seen:

The Joker, sitting half-naked in Bruce's' lap, having his face nearly sucked off and making cooing/purring noises of pleasure.

Just because they had all suspected the two of having feelings for each other didn't mean that any of them had ever wanted to see that.

Present day:

"What do you mean: either of them? They both wouldn't disappear on their wedding day!" Not even caring that her raised voice had frightened her vines into wilting, Ivy took off back into the Manor and pushed through the guests.

Ignoring the looks she received from several of the superheros that had come to bare witness to the happy union- the only ones invited were the ones that had already known that Bruce Wayne was Batman- as well as to be seen at the memorial service for Batman the next day, she started the search for the missing groomsmen.

She would be damned if she let a little thing like mutual cold feet stop this wedding!

Two months ago:

Bruce was finally coming to terms with what he had done, and having four good friends and his new lover around made things easier for him.

He'd found that Ivy was easy to talk too and was always ready to listen, even to the most inane of stories.

Harley was just a bubble of energy and being around her could pickup anybody's spirits, as he had personally found out.

Harvey had forgiven him, for which Bruce was very thankful, and they had been able to pick up their old friendship where it had been left off at.

Edward was a puzzle, like always. Bruce enjoyed having a quiet sit with him, just sipping coffee or reading in the library, no matter how little they said to each other Bruce always came away feeling lighter than when he started.

The Joker though... he was different from, and yet better as well as worse than, everyone else. He was loud, pushy, obnoxious, inconsiderate and was the first person to make Bruce smile everyday; but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Everyone, even Alfred, had been kind and understanding about what he had done and what it had cost him to do it, but not so the Joker.

The clown had made it his mission to see Bruce except what he had done as the only real choice given the situation, and his pushiness on the subject had made the billionaire come to terms with Freeze's death- even if he could not bring himself to become comfortable with it.

He just didn't know how he would have been able to cope if it weren't for the Joker always being there by his side.

Present day:

It didn't take long to find the two runaways, not after everyone had joined in on the search, and now it was time for ceremony to begin.

Alfred took his place at the front- it had been remarkably simple to get ordained, and everyone had insisted that he be the one to marry them- and waited for the guests to settle and places to be taken by those participating.

In very short order there was peace in the greenhouse, and Ivy started one of her plants singing as the Riddler began walking up the isle- more like dragged really. The Joker, his bestman, had been getting impatient.

Leaning over Two-Face's good shoulder Bruce couldn't help but comment.

"You're a very lucky man." Harvey would forever deny the happy blush that stole over his cheek at that comment.

"I know." Looking into the eyes of his soon to be husband, he couldn't remember why he had been so scared of this moment.

"Perhaps one day you'll be just as lucky." He added as the ceremony began.

He didn't miss the former vigilante's blush, or the contemplative look that was thrown at the clown standing behind his Edward.

One month ago:

"But everyone thinks you're dead!" The Joker wailed.

"I know." Bruce answered calmly.

"Then why don't you tell them you aren't?" His lover demanded.

Reaching up a hand, the once vigilante slowly stroked a pale cheek.

"I just can't be Batman anymore, and this is the best way of letting him go." Instead of soothing as he had planned, this explanation seemed to anger his clown more.

"Is this about the Iceman again? I told you-!" Bruce cut him off with a deep kiss, a trick that had been used on him several times already and that he was finding quite useful.

Pulling back he looked deeply into the emerald-green eyes of his love.

"This has nothing, and everything, to do with Freeze. Let me finish!" He snapped as he Joker made to say something.

"I became Batman to protect Gotham, and now- because of Freeze- there is no more crime to fight. The streets are safe, the police are able to handle the minor problems that crop up and I can spend my nights wrapped around a warm body in my bed instead of patrolling cold streets." Pressing a light kiss to ruby-red lips, Bruce gave a small smirk.

"Do you honestly want to share me with the whole of Gotham, Joker?" Getting the response he expected, and wanted- a full-bodied snuggle from his insane clown- the billionaire quickly moved them over to their bed.

Present day:

They cut the cake and then mingled with the guests, most of whom wanted to know what they would do know that they were all 'dead'.

"Harvey is going to be a legal consultant with Wayne Enterprises, Ivy and Harley are going to open their own greenhouse and research facility and I'm going to write." When asked what he would write about his answer was always the same.

"The lost souls of Gotham need a voice, and I'm going to give them one." He never mentioned that most of his research would be coming from the files Bruce had kept on all the, now late, villains of Gotham.

As the reception winded down, Bruce approached the two newlyweds with a thick envelope in hand.

"What is this?" Harvey asked as he opened the small package.

"Your plane tickets and travel papers, I'm sending you on a tour of Europe for your honeymoon." Giving his friend a thankful hug, neither man noticed as Edward moved to one side.

"Time to throw the bouquet!" He suddenly shouted.

Before anyone could respond, or move to grab it, Riddler had tossed the bundled flowers behind his head, and landed them directly in the Joker's lap.

As the clown and billionaire both blushed and avoided the others' eye, a cheer went up through the air.

No-one could wait for the next wedding on the horizon.