Jason was fidgeting. Standing next to him beaming brightly was Roy, quite pleased to be best man, although Jason also had some snarky thoughts about Roy rushing headlong into weddings. Dick and Tim, all wore matching tuxedos save for their bow ties. Dick's being blue and Tim's green. Slowly, softly Canon in D began to swell from the assembled orchestra. Jason stopped fidgeting and lifted his head.
Barbara came first, wheeled opposite Dick by Stephanie who then took her place across from Roy. Behind them was Dinah Lance who found her mark just before the music swelled. Cassandra Cain walked slowly down the aisle arm in arm with Bruce. As they reached the altar Bruce let her go and took his seat.
Cassandra’s smile set Jason at ease. Jason relaxed and gave her a boyish, crooked grin. The ceremony was pretty standard, though both Jason and Cassandra were too lost in each other to even hear it, the only alteration was the death do us part line was omitted for obvious reasons. Finally the time came for their vows. Roy elbowed Jason to bring him back to reality.
“Right, Cass,” Jason said taking Cassandra’s hands in his. “I, uh, I didn’t really have a great start to life, I had a really bad end. When I finally got a second chance I ruined things for myself all over again, and even though I have regrets, so many regrets, when I look at you none of that matters. Everything I’ve done brought me here, brought me to you. Cass you make me so happy, I look at you and I know, I know deep down, that I finally have a family.”
Cassandra took Jason’s vows in. She had some, Barbara had helped her. Words. Cassandra’s thoughts were interrupted by Roy sniffling and rubbing his eyes. As Cassandra watched Jason pat Roy on the back she decided words were insufficient. Jason turned back to Cassandra only to see a blur. Cassandra embraced Jason tightly.
It was more than a hug. It was a promise. She promised that Jason would not be alone again. She promised that he was better than he had been and she promised that she would not let him falter. It was a promise that everyone that saw could understand.
Damian stepped forward and handed them their rings. He scowled at Jason but even in that he was much warmer than usual, just a tad jealous. Bruce breathed deeply attracting looks from everyone. He wasn’t crying, not exactly, but his eyes were clearly wet and tears were building up. Alfred, who had tears streaming down his cheeks, handed Bruce his handkerchief.
this is a picture of me not crying while reading this
definitely not crying and making a high pitched whine the entire time
nope not me