"Well, Mrs. Wayne, we're alone at last," said Damian, carrying Arleen over the threshold. "Not that I don't love your family, of course, but I like them best in small doses."

"Your father wouldn't say that," retorted Arleen, grinning.

"I'm not my father," said Damian, smiling.

"No," sighed Arleen. "I guess you never will be Batman, after all. I'll have to tell people that the best I could do was Robin. Not sure I'd like to admit that I married Robin, though."

"Then you'd better not spread it around," retorted Damian, kissing her.

"You mean give it all up?" asked Arleen. "Stop the crime and crime-fighting once and for all?"

"I've already told my father I'm not going to be Robin anymore," said Damian.

"And so you expect me not to be a Joker anymore?" asked Arleen. "Just give up that freedom, that thrill?"

"…is this really the time to talk about this?" asked Damian, slowly. "Or are we going to end up fighting on our wedding night?"

Arleen grinned. "I wouldn't mind," she said. "Nothing puts me in the mood faster than a good punch up."

"I wish I'd known how bloodthirsty you are before I married you," said Damian, smiling.

"You knew," she retorted. "I've beat you and Tim up a thousand times."

"I like to think you were always more gentle with me," said Damian.

"I was always more rough with you," she replied, grinning. "I thought you liked it that way. At least, I hope you do, or I don't think you're gonna have a lot of fun tonight," she murmured, shoving him back onto the bed.

"So…what are you gonna do?" she murmured, climbing on top of him.

"What, now?" he asked, grinning. "I'm going to kiss my wife."

"No, I mean since you're not gonna be Robin anymore," she murmured when he drew away at last.

"You really want to talk about this now?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I'd like to know who my husband is going to be after our honeymoon."

"I'm going to be Damian Wayne," he said.

"Son of playboy billionare Bruce Wayne?" said Arleen, grinning. "And following in his father's footsteps?"

"Nothing wrong with being a billionare philanthropist," retorted Damian.

"Sounds pretty boring," she said. "What does a billionaire philanthropist do for fun when he's not wearing a costume and swinging over rooftops fighting bad guys?"

"And bad girls," said Damian, kissing her again. "He does whatever he wants. But actually I'd like to talk to my father about working for Wayne Enterprises. If I'm going to take over the business some day, I should start learning something about how it works."

"Oh," said Arleen, her face falling in disappointment. "So I'm going to be Arleen Wayne, socialite wife of businessman Damian Wayne, expected to mingle and throw parties and pretend to be interested in gossip and fashion? That's what I gave up my life of crime for?"

"Well, I suppose you could always be a socialite by day and supercriminal by night," said Damian.

"And my brother-in-law could beat me up and drag me off to jail night after night?" asked Arleen.

"Not if your husband has anything to say about it," retorted Damian, grinning. He kissed her again. "I want you to be anything you want to be," he murmured. "As long as you're my wife."

She sighed heavily, cuddling him. "Well, I suppose as wife of billionaire philanthropist Damian Wayne, I can find something fun to do. Fun is a bit of a family speciality, y'know."

"I do know," sighed Damian. "You'll probably be off with your brother somewhere causing havoc and chaos, scandalizing Gotham society and disgracing the family name."

"Not my family name," retorted Arleen. "We Jokers have a reputation to preserve."

"You're a Wayne now," said Damian. "And so do we."

"Mmm. Brooding and serious," she murmured, kissing him. "What a boring family I've married into."

"Boring?" he said. "My father's Batman."

"Boring," repeated Arleen, firmly. "No sense of humor. Runs in the Bat-family, or so I hear."

"Yeah, you'll have to teach me all about how to be funny," said Damian, smiling at her.

"Daddy always said comedy isn't something that can be taught," retorted Arleen. "You're either funny or you're not. Daddy always said Mommy wasn't funny, but J.J. and I were naturals. He was especially proud of me – Daddy said women aren't ever funny. I was special."

"Well, your father and I agree on one thing then," said Damian, kissing her.

"You agree on a couple things," she retorted. "They always say a girl looks for a guy similar to her Daddy."

"Are you saying Batman's son inadvertantly turned out to be similar to the Joker?" asked Damian.

Arleen grinned. "Quite the joke, huh?" she murmured.

They kissed again, long and lingering. "Well, Batsy, I do feel like being a very bad girl tonight," Arleen whispered, undoing his bowtie.

"Good thing there's a Batman here to stop you from doing anything too naughty," murmured Damian.

"You can try, Batsy," she whispered, grinning. "Anyway, you're not Batman."

"No. And you're not the Joker," said Damian, kissing her as he slid her dress off her shoulders.

"Who are we, then?" she asked as he climbed on top of her. "Nobody?"

"We're Damian and Arleen Wayne," murmured Damian, beaming at her. "The happiest couple in the world."

"Nobody, then," said Arleen, beaming back.

"Yep," said Damian, smiling as he pressed her down on the bed. "And I've never been happier to be nobody. Never in my entire life."

The End