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Bruce had never felt so nervous in his entire life. Not even when he jumped off of a rooftop for the first time had his heart beat as fast as it did when he stood at the altar waiting for his bride.
He’d been reassured all day by Alfred, the boys, and his best man, Clark, that everything would go according to plan. And even if it didn’t, the two would still be married. But that didn’t stop Bruce from having to resist the urge to wipe his sweaty palms on his suit or dart his eyes around the venue, looking for any suspicious characters.
“Are you ready?” Clark asked him, noticing the wedding car pull up outside with his super hearing. Bruce took a deep breath and exhaled, doing his best to shake his nerves away.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he said to his friend as the music started, signalling the bride’s entrance.
When he turned toward the doors, his breath was taken away by the sight of Y/N walking down the aisle towards him.
Y/N took steady steps behind her bridesmaids, her snow-white gown glittering in the lights. Instead of being given away, she’d chosen to walk the aisle alone, her head held high and her eyes focused on Bruce, who couldn’t help but smile at her from the altar. He always knew she was beautiful, ever since they were little kids, but he never imagined seeing her looking like a princess.
Once the bridesmaids had taken their place at the side of the altar, Y/N came to stand next to her groom who took her hand in his and stroked her knuckles with his thumb.
“ You’re beautiful ,” he whispered to her. She blushed slightly and returned his smile.
“So are you,” she said before the ceremony started properly.
Tears were exchanged along with their vows and rings and after fifteen minutes of standing, the ceremony was finally coming to a close.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiator said to the happy couple.
Bruce immediately leaned into Y/N, who stood on her toes to reach him and placed a tender kiss on her lips. She eagerly welcomed his kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, almost dropping her bouquet in the process. It felt like they were the only two people in the room, the cheers and applause from the small congregation miles away from them.
Y/N was finally brought back to Earth when Bruce reluctantly pulled away from her.
“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, his forehead resting against hers.
“I love you too,” she replied. She didn’t want to let go of him, but unfortunately, they had to go through the bureaucratic part of being married.
Instead of hiring out a huge public venue in the centre of Gotham for their reception, Bruce and Y/N instead opted on having a more private affair at home. What was the point in having a house with a ballroom if it never got used? Y/N had said during the planning process.
The wedding planner had spent hours the day before decorating the huge room, hanging blue and white streamers, setting up tables, and organising the caterers, finally giving Alfred the day off that he deserved. A space was left in the middle of the floor for dancing, with the new Mr and Mrs Wayne taking their first dance at the beginning of the night.
Y/N wasn’t normally a fan of the attention she received from strangers, but dancing with her husband in front of their friends and family was completely different. She allowed him to lead her across the floor as they swayed to the gentle song that played, focusing only on him and how happy he made her. She felt like she was on cloud nine and never wanted the moment to end, but they had hosting duties to take care of later on. And also four stepsons who wanted to dance with their new mother.
After an incredible day filled with love, tears, laughter, and a lot of champagne, Y/N retired to the master bedroom and flopped down onto the bed without taking her wedding dress off.
“Long day?” Bruce asked her with a chuckle when he followed her in.
“The longest,” she said, her voice muffled slightly by the satin bedsheets. “But I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“Me neither,” he said before kissing her more passionately than he could in front of their guests. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.”
“And how many brides have you seen?” Y/N asked, amusedly.
“Not that many because I’ve turned so many invites down, but you’re still the most beautiful,” he said as he stroked his thumb across her lower lip, wiping away any smudged lipstick before kissing her again. Her body began to heat up as their tongues danced together and Bruce pushed her down onto the bed.
When she broke away to catch her breath, Y/N shifted slightly, the buttons on the back of her dress digging into her uncomfortably.
“Need some help taking this off?” Bruce asked her with a chuckle as he moved off of her.
“Please,” she said, allowing herself to be pulled up to stand.
She shivered slightly when she felt Bruce’s fingers undoing the buttons and sighed in relief when he pushed the dress off of her body. Thank god she decided to go braless .
Bruce’s breath caught in his chest when she turned around and reached up to remove her jewellery. He’d seen her in just her panties before, but never like this. Being married made him see her in a new light as if he could see her clearly now.
“Like something you see, Mr Wayne?” she teased as she let her hair down from its intricate updo.
“I like everything that I see in front of me, Mrs Wayne,” he responded. He took hold of her hand and allowed her to climb into his lap. She loosened his tie at an agonisingly slow pace and used it to pull him closer to her for another searing kiss.
“Then how about we make this marriage really official ,” she whispered against his lips before turning the bedside lamp off.