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"Do you, Barbara Gordon, take Richard Grayson, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I take a deep breath.
"I do."
"And do you, Richard Grayson, take Barbara Gordon, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Dick pauses. Is he going to say no?
"I do." He grins. Oh, my god. In the front row, I hear Kara mutter something like 'Great Rao, finally'. Steph looks like she's about to burst. And those two girls from the alternate dimension look almost as excited as Steph, maybe more so.
"If anyone has any objections, speak now, or forever hold your peace!" The crowd is silent for a moment.
"I object!" A voice that can only be Zatanna's screams. Why did she even come? "Drahcir sgnoleb htiw em!"
"You mother****er!" Jase yells from the front row.
"Master Jason!" Alfred scolds, but seems more concerned with the expression on Dick's face. He's muttering to himself, and seems to be have a fight with himself. I drop my flowers, and tear off my veil. I fumble with the back of my skirt, and unzip it, revealing my white body armour. Thank god Cass convinced me to come prepared.
"Zatanna," I whisper angrily. "Wha did you do to Dick?"  I scream, and suddenly everything starts to fly into motion. I grab a baton in each hand and lunge at the witch.
"Barb! Barbara calm down!" Bruce yells, grabbing my arms.
"She hurt Dick." I whisper. I elbow my mentor, and escape, moving faster than even Wally can grab me.

Later...

"You fractured her collarbone, cracked three ribs and broke her ankle." Bruce tells me, in the waiting room. "As your mentor, I'm very disappointed. As your godfather, I say 'well done'. If someone did that to...someone I was about to be married to, they'd be in a coma."
"Yeah, well, Dick's in an actual coma, thanks to that witch." I growl, clench my fists.
"Until we can find a way to undo whatever spell Zatanna's put on him, a coma was the safest way to ensure he didn't hit himself."
"And Zatanna?"
"In the recovery room, waiting to have her bones fixed."

I walk into Dick's room. Even in a coma, his face twitches with different expressions beneath the oxygen mask.
"I love you." I whisper, before walking out of the room.