The ceremony was beautiful, the sun shining down for once and the backdrop against the bay really set the mood. Barbara could even swear that she heard birds singing as the happy couple said their vows. White ribbons flowed gently in the wind, hanging off the chairs and the gazebo, and everyone seemed to be unable to stop smiling. Dinah and Ollie walked down the aisle, holding hands and laughing together as people cheered. It was a fairy tale wedding, but only true friends were in attendance. Not nearly the event that Oliver could afford, but merely the one he chose. A surprisingly noble decision.

The reception was even better. Drunk superheroes showing off their powers. Even Bruce was drinking, something Barbara had only seen a handful of times. Clark was there, using his heat vision to warm up Barry's drinks before he could drink them. Coincidentally, Barry was chugging his drinks so that they'd be cold when he finished them. He was gulping down at least seven drinks per ten minutes, and even with his metabolism he was beginning to stagger. Barbara chuckled, watching the League interact. Wondering if this was how the Justice League Christmas party went, she meandered over to the bar to poor herself another drink.

Suddenly a hand was placed on her waist from behind, and it took a great deal of effort not to break the wrist attached to it.

"You're not supposed to be drinking, little lady," said a gruff voice, already drunk. "You're underage."

Barbara turned, a grin on her face. "I'm older than you," she said, eyeing the glassy blue eyes while she topped herself off. Taking a sip of her drink, her body turned so that her chest was mere inches away from Dick Grayson. The tall boy in question was leaning forward, drunk to the point he could barely hold up his own weight.

As her words finally registered in his brain, a haughty laugh escaped his lips, along with a low rumble about 'six months'. His arm was heavy when it crash landed on Barbara's shoulder, but maybe that was because it supported all the weight that Dick was just too drunk to carry. Barbara had only had three drinks, meanwhile she had seen Dick drink at least eight.

"Where's your date, bird brain?" Grabbing onto his hand so she knew he wouldn't slip off, Barbara began to walk forward slowly.

Years of acrobatic grace and muscle training helped him walk, hiding the levels of his intoxication. But years of being his best friend allowed Barbara to see right through that and know exactly how drunk he was. "Wow, Babs. I'm sensing a lot of hostility there and even some jealousy." Gasping, she elbowed his side in faux offense. "You're just mad you didn't bring a date."

Now, Barbara scoffed. "Please, look at me," she said. "I'm smoking hot. Don't you think if I wanted a date, I'd have one?"

She was right, of course. Her dress was a beautiful hue of mint green, cupping her breasts in the shape of a heart. Corset style strings in the back held the dress tight against her abdomen as well as held it in place on her body. The top of the dress was completely covered in diamond-like sequins, the density of such sequins weakening as the dress ventured lower. It flowed in smooth, creamy looking ripples all the way down to the floor, pooling around her ankles in a puddle of sea-foam fabric. There was a cut along the front center, lasting up until her mid-thigh, giving view of her pale skin beneath the dress and of her gorgeous, silver stilettos. Standing in those shoes, her height almost matched his.

Almost.

Dick laughed at her brazen self-love, even though he'd grown to admire it about her so much. "You're so full of yourself, Babs, wow."

"Look who's talking." A smirk lay delicately on her features, outlined by the pink lipstick smeared across her lips. "So where is the lucky lady that you left so you could hang all over me?" She took a sip out of her class, carefully so as not to smear her lipstick.

His expression turned sour as he, too, took another drink. "She left earlier, said she had a family emergency, right around the time Oliver started singing karaoke." His drink clearly stung his throat, but he was trying so hard not to show it. "Damn Queen, scaring my date."

Through the crowd, Barbara spotted a head with hair almost as bright red at hers, and a sudden pang of curiosity struck her. But before her eyes could focus in on the body beneath the hair, bodies shuffled about in the reception and the person was gone, leaving Barbara with Dick slinging across her shoulders and a question in her head. She dropped the drunk at 'the Bat table' (Oliver's idea of a joke) and moved through the intoxicated heroes toward where she saw the mysterious redhead.

Her eyes darted back and forth, over countless heads and through countless people, but she couldn't spy the fiery hair once more. Until, by the grace of God it seemed, the crowd split down the middle just enough to give her a view of a redhead sitting alone by the bar. Speeding over to avoid losing him again, the face to the hair both met her expectations and surprised her all at once.

Roy Harper, sitting at the bar with nothing but a bottle of whiskey and a look of sheer discomfort.

Thinking about the company Roy often kept, her heart fluttered. But seeing him alone and so obviously disgruntled made it crash down to the ground again. Especially since it had been so long since they'd spoken to each other, nothing sounded better than seeing him tonight, of all nights. So when she approached the obviously drunk archer, her hand gently cupped his shoulder and she took a seat next to him, placing her small glass next to his half-empty bottle.

"Didn't think I'd see you tonight, Roy." Her words were gentle, but still loud enough to be heard over the music.

His expression was surprised, when he looked up and saw Barbara there. But he settled back into disgruntled anxiety when she nursed her drink. "Didn't really want to come," he mumbled under his breath. "I'm here for Dinah."

Nodding, Barbara could only drink some more. Her and Batman had been on bad terms, but never as bad as Oliver and Roy. She imagined it felt so much worse having been raised by the person you loathed. As far as superheroes went, Barbara was one of the lucky ones in terms of childhoods. Her father was one of the only people who had always been there for her, no matter what she'd said or what she'd done. She could only imagine where she'd be currently if she hadn't had that kind of relationship with him. "I figured as much, but I didn't think you'd be here at all."

Roy's lips formed a sad smirk. "A friend of mine had a lot to do with it."

Barbara was unsure what to do. She'd comforted people in Roy's position before, but her and Roy didn't have the same relationship that she had with Jason, or Tim, or even Dick when he and Bruce's relationship got really bad. It didn't feel like her place to talk about his personal problems.

So when the music changed, a feeling of relief washed over her and her hand grasped his shoulder once more. "Come on," she said. Her looked confused for a moment, but allowed her to pull him to his feet. "You can't just sit here and drink your anxiety away."

His expression hadn't yet changed, confusion bouncing around in his pupils. "So where are we going?" Even now as he stood by the bar, his bottle of whiskey stayed close to his chest, like he feared she would rip it from his grasp if he gave her the chance.

"To dance," she said simply, straightening his tie. "It's a wedding, I look great, you look sad. We should dance."

Roy smiled again, letting Barbara put the final touches on his suit. His eyes moved above her face, then back down to meet her gaze. "I think someone besides me would want it more."

Barbara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, until Roy gestured with his eyebrows somewhere behind her, a smile on his face. Standing across the room, seemingly frozen mid-sentence to Bruce and Oliver, stood the boy she'd been hoping she'd see tonight. He was wearing a suit and tie, looking very formal. His untamed hair dangled in his eyes, white patch sticking out amongst the rest. Aqua eyes wide, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows raised. Jason Todd was looking straight at her, shock and awe written all over his face.

Her heart seemed to stop, as did time itself. His lips formed the words, 'Excuse me,' and he left his crowd of two and began walking towards them, never breaking eye contact. She turned back towards Roy, his smirk replacing the sad look he wore earlier. Her lips parted, freeing words that were not there. "He missed you," Roy whispered.

Wanting to respond but not sure how, Barbara's chance was stolen from her when she felt his presence behind her, smelt his cologne and laundry detergent. Almost disbelievingly, she turned around and there he was, in the flesh directly behind her. For a single moment, his eyes were full of wonder and he breathed, "You look beautiful," before a smirk replaced his dumbstruck expression and he extended a hand to her.

"What's this?" she asked smiling.

"Dance with me," he reached forward the remaining distance to her hand and grasped her fingertips.

"Funny, I just asked your boyfriend here to dance with me." She yanked her fingers from his grasp. "I wouldn't want to disrespect him like that."

Roy was sitting down once more now, mouthful of whiskey. "No, by all means," he said after gulping the scorching liquid down. "I'll be perfectly fine here with my drink."

Jason laughed. "Looks like your dancing list just cleared up, Barbie."

Shit, how could he be so annoying and so sexy at the same time?

Before she knew it, Jason Todd had whisked her away to the dancefloor and she was swaying to the music with her hand on his shoulder and his hand on her hip. "So how've you been, Barbie?"

"Don't give me that shit, Jason," though her face was lit with a smile, her tone warned him that she was still mad at him. "You'd know how I've been if you had been here." From under her eyelashes, her green eyes had an added hint of danger to them, glinting in the low lighting of the room.

Jason whistled. "Ouch, Barbie. That hit a little too close to home for my comfort." Her twirled her around, watching the fabric accented her movements. Smirking even wider at the way his eyes dragged back up her body, hovering around her breasts, before finally resting on her face. His own eyes were ablaze with a strange mixture of amazement and lust.

"Go cry to your date about it."

"And here I thought you were my date."

"You didn't come here with me," she said, challenging him. The song was speeding up, intensifying. Why Oliver had classical music playing at his wedding and why Jason Todd was such a good dancer were both questions looming in Barbara's mind at that moment.

"I'd like to leave with you, though," he said, suddenly smirking.

"Typical Jason Todd," she said, smirking back. "Pervy comments instead of actual answers." Her words were true, but for the moment, the subject of where he'd been was dropped. As much as she'd missed him over the past few months, the thought of a pleasant night with him sounded great.

Jason was smirking even wider now. The music lulled, and Jason dipped her, making her realize just how drunk she was when the room seemed to swirl around her. His lips were on her neck, just below her ear as he pulled her back up. "Don't worry, I'll give you plenty of reason to forgive me tonight."

And Barbara's lower half already had.

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The hotel door latched shut, and Barbara's lips were on him. He had maybe 3 seconds to be surprised, but he wasn't. His lips melted to hers like butter: rum flavored, melted butter. His hands quickly went to work unzipping her dress and he felt a light poof as it landed on the ground at their feet. Barbara was grabbing at his tie, using it to hold his lips to her as if she feared they'd disappear.

But suddenly he was falling, his body coming down hard on the bed. Barbara watching hungrily as he bounced against the mattress once, then slamming her body against his before it landed again. The alcohol in her system gave her confidence, but what really fueled her new dominating behavior was the desire for control. She hadn't fucked Jason in two months, and now she controlled the situation. Barbara was in charge and it was lighting a fire inside her that she didn't want to put out, not yet.

His lips tasted like a weird mix of whiskey and vodka and she couldn't get enough of him. Her tongue was swirling in his mouth while her hands moved to unbutton his shirt. She was disturbingly more naked than he was.

Moaning at the feeling of his thumbs rubbing little patterns across her hips, Barbara had to stop herself from unbuttoning his shirt. Sitting up, she smiled a devilish smile and Jason looked genuinely confused before she grabbed him by the wrists and pinned his hands above his head.

Jason Todd actually moaned when Barbara began kissing his neck, unable to move and completely helpless to her.

Smiling against his skin while he struggled. He was too intoxicated to free himself and she was just sober enough to keep him there. Her mouth worked on his body: nipping, licking, and sucking her way up and down his neck and collarbones. Jason was squirming beneath her, desperate to touch her and return his dominance.

Barbara found a spot on his collarbones that made his grunts a bit louder, and she was working it for all it was worth. She could feel him growing beneath her, and she's not sure when she started grinding against him but the feeling of him against her center was driving her crazy, even through his pants and her thong. Jason saw this, and bucked his hips gently in response. She barely paused to gasp before she returned to the sweet spot on his neck, sucking with a vengeance.

She kissed down his chest, drinking in every inch and caressing every curve and dip in his skin and between his muscles.

This close to his body, she could take in his smell like she hadn't been able to during the reception. His soap still clung to his pores, as did his cologne and the light layer of sweat that had accumulated during their make out session in the car on the way back to the hotel. He tasted salty and sweet, like her favorite childhood candy that she hadn't had in years.

Unbeknownst to her, however, the lower on his body she went, the looser her grip on his hands. When she reached his third row of abs, she was surprised by him disappearing beneath her and she was spinning until she was looking up into the evil grin of Jason Todd, her own wrists pinned down on either side of her head.

"Someone's feeling a little adventurous today, huh?" He whispered in her ear, making her shiver with anticipation. Her brought her hands together over her head and held them steady with one hand. "Let me show you how it's done."

His words were slow, calculated, and now Barbara was desperate to regain control. The touches he offered just weren't enough to satiate her needs.

Jason was licking the outside of her ear, and Barbara was getting lost in the euphoria. His hips were grinding against her, and she was almost embarrassed about how wet she was getting just from that. Suddenly his hand on her wrists was gone, replaced by quickly tightening silk binding her together. Before she could quite comprehend what was going on, she felt the fabric yank her arms up towards the headboard and Jason was grinning down at her, tongue sticking out between his teeth as he finished the knot. "You're at my mercy now, Barbie."

Barbara had to hold back a moan. "I'm beginning to forgive you," she squeaked.

His hands slammed down on the bed next to her head, his eyes only a few inches above hers now. "Oh, baby, I haven't even started yet."

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Guys! I'm done! It's finally done! Oh my gosh!

It doesn't seem real, thank you to everyone who stuck it out with me, even though it took literally 3 years. Bless you all I hope you have wonderful lives.

I'm sorry I cut out the smut for this, I'd been working on it for like four days and it just didn't seem right. It felt really rushed and I'm sorry.

IN OTHER NEWS:

My first chapter for my new multi-chapter fic is up, Birds of Bewilderment. It's part comedy, part romance, part suspense. I'm really excited about it, I think you will be too.

ALSO: I got an idea to make a Drabble Dump, in which I will put any requests, any random drabbles I write, any headcanons I find on tumblr that I really enjoy, etc. If you want to put in any requests, feel free to message me.

Again, big thank you to all you who've been with e from the very beginning! Or who jumped on mid way through! Or who read at all! You're all super stars!