Chapter 54 Extra 03: The Second Wedding
So when Princess Dick was taken to Gotham in a 'coma', he had already willingly taken on his role. Years of interaction had made him understand Allen too well; he knew that Jason and Damian, those two guys who claimed to dislike watching the drama but actually loved it most, hadn't come looking for him for no reason. Therefore, today must be a surprise Allen had prepared for him.
What other surprise could it be? Of course, it's another wedding he's been longing for.
No wonder Allen hasn't come home all day!
Nightwing felt a sweet warmth in his heart.
For the next few years, he won't need to consume any extra sugar; all he needs to do is reminisce about the upcoming wedding!
So when he astutely realized that the car had entered Wayne Manor, he felt even sweeter inside.
It's unclear when Alan convinced Bruce, but Bruce actually agreed to let them hold another wedding at Wayne Manor.
Matthew and Harry must have looked really grumpy, hahaha...
Therefore, for the sake of Harry and Matthew's mental health, he would be happy to hold a third wedding at Osborne's estate.
Matthew can be the officiant at the fourth wedding.
Let's just hold one every year from now on.
Dick almost burst out laughing.
However, he still managed to suppress the smirk that was creeping up his face with the willpower of a superhero, and continued to pretend to be an unconscious corpse, so as not to ruin the surprise that Allen had carefully prepared.
However, before he could be happy for long, he was transferred to another car like a sack of potatoes and left Wayne Manor.
Dick didn't want to open his eyes at all, and his anticipation grew even stronger.
What kind of surprise will Allen give him?
He thought to himself that when Allen was about to wake him up, he would pretend to be still unconscious and would need Allen to kiss him to wake him up.
He is Princess Dick, lying in a crystal coffin, hee hee.
However, this journey seems to be very long.
Whether it was because the Red Hood's medicine was too effective, or because he had been working 36 hours straight recently, Dick slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Meanwhile, with the help of butler Alfred and Bernard, Wayne Manor has been transformed into a fairytale world.
Looking at the Murano glass string lights entwined on the branches of the trees in the courtyard, Alfred said somewhat critically, "I still think it would look better if it were white gold. Tuscan red and Persian blue might suit their eyes better."
Bernard objected: "The amber color would look better in photos today, since the lighting isn't as bright as it was last time when we used platinum."
They had been arguing for a whole week about the colors of these unassuming little string lights, and then for three days about whether the tablecloth should be embroidered with Baroque scrollwork or paisley, until the wedding took place.
Allen pretended not to hear anything and quickly changed the subject: "Isn't Dick here yet? I already had Jason lure Dick over a long time ago."
The same thing happened at their last wedding. The two elderly people, whose combined age was nearly two hundred, were so anxious because the color of the lampposts on the lawn wasn't perfect, as if the world was about to end.
Bernard and Alfred's attention was quickly diverted. The two elderly people, whose aesthetic styles differed slightly, finally abandoned their different stances on the old-money New York style and the nostalgic Gotham style, and looked together into the gates of Wayne Manor.
Allen had secretly prepared everything and invited all of Dick's friends, and had also instructed the people invited to the wedding not to let Dick find out.
Matthew is chatting with Emily, while Harry and Peter are discussing their new company.
With electronic handcuffs on his wrists, Hannibal Lecter leaned back on a bench with his legs crossed in a very elegant posture, chatting casually with the FBI agents watching him closely behind him: "I told you, Allen has a mental illness, and his antisocial personality disorder is even more severe than mine. Perhaps you should pay more attention to him... Oh, Mr. Lex Luthor, I've heard so much about you! If I remember correctly, you even had a consultation with me before I went to jail."
Lex Luthor, who was wearing the same couple bracelet as Hannibal Lecter, looked at the tactful psychiatrist with a disgruntled expression and subtly moved two steps away.
Matthew, who had been watching this scene closely, twitched at the corner of his mouth, mentally calculating how to teach Allen a lesson after the wedding.
Even if the little rascal grows up, he will always be a little rascal. Allen never considered his fragile heart at all—before he stepped into Wayne Manor, he had no idea that Allen had actually invited his cronies!
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept across the lawn, nearly overturning the decorations that Alfred and Bernard had meticulously arranged. A helicopter crept close to Wayne Manor, and those with special status present immediately became wary.
The next second, a muscular man jumped out of the helicopter and landed on the lawn in a very superhero-like pose.
Bruce, the owner of Wayne Manor, wanted nothing more than to roar when he saw the person's face.
Because the one who comes is a death knell.
Deathstroke gave Alan a friendly nod.
Bruce looked at Allen, who had a calm expression, and just stared at him silently without saying a word.
Alan was baffled by Bruce's behavior, but he still nodded amicably to Dick's father, who was also his father-in-law, and then naturally accepted the gift from Deathstroke.
Upon opening the gift box, a shimmering human skull lay quietly inside. With a gentle shake, it seemed as if purple and black flashes swept across its surface.
Allen held it in his hand and admired it carefully in the sunlight.
"I bought this from an African tribe... I hope you get a divorce soon and return to our embrace."
Allen: "It's unlikely to happen within the next 20 years. To be precise, I won't make any predictions for a longer period. Also, I really like the gift. I'll go and put it on the alien skeleton I got last time later."
Batman's mind was screaming and howling.
You've only been interested in my son for 20 years? What do you take Batman and Nightwing for?!
And what the hell is this gift? A skull-themed gift?! It even glows! It's obviously meant to curse people! This thing must never be allowed in Wayne Manor!
Under Superman's sympathetic gaze, Batman nearly ground his teeth to dust, but he was now merely the weak master of Wayne Manor, so he could only twitch his facial muscles and force out a twisted smile: "Allen, is this also your friend?"
Deathstroke wasn't wearing his uniform today, and without a legal arrest warrant, the superheroes present, including Batman, could only watch as Deathstroke put on a "good guy" expression that said, "I'm just here for a wedding, not a funeral."
He replied, “I am a businessman with good professional ethics, and of course I will keep in touch with my major clients who regularly patronize my business. Allen is a very generous friend. Of course, I hope that one day you will also patronize my business, Mr. Wayne.”
Deathstroke and Batman simultaneously looked at each other's twisted smiles and cursed inwardly.
Damn it, stop pretending! You just wait, one day...
No ordinary person around could see the undercurrents surging here.
The Brudhaven Police Department officers who were tasked with keeping Dick occupied in the office today have taken their seats, and the emergency room colleagues are also happily gathered around, eagerly watching Maggie and Daniel's recently born daughter.
The little girl was waving her chubby little hands and laughing happily at the bubbles floating everywhere in the courtyard.
The courtyard of Wayne Manor has been completely transformed. Romantic white gauze and stained glass lights that reflect the sunlight make it look like a ballroom.
Guests sat in twos and threes on the openwork wooden benches, some of which had Allen's beloved bones on them.
Dr. Osborn went all out for today's wedding, bringing out all his favorite alien skeletons as decorations.
The bizarre skeletons and skulls were adorned with decorative white veils and bows by the thoughtful Alfred and Bernard, and it's believed that the skeleton Liu Ma, who was just given away by Death Knell, will also become one of them.
Bernard has begun to consider where to place it so as not to disrupt the overall aesthetic.
The air was filled with an atmosphere of happiness.
Allen glanced down at his watch.
According to the previously scheduled procedure, Dick should now come out of Wayne Manor and meet him on the lawn in front of the gate.
Based on his and Dick's many years of tacit understanding as a couple, he knew that Dick should have guessed his intentions when he saw Jason.
Thinking of this, a strange warmth suddenly welled up in Allen's chest.
He and Dick have had a really great life these past few years.
He probably understood what love was.
If one day Dick were to leave him, he would not hesitate to mold Dick into the most perfect form.
The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all deserve a brand new specimen jar, perhaps with an acrylic backdrop. The bones should be coated with a layer of clear varnish and maintained daily.
However, Jason, who looked rather unwell, ran out of the gate.
“…I swear I brought him here! Damn it, I was just looking for the princess dress…” Jason explained, “He must have been awake a long time ago and knew we were going to dress him in a pink princess dress, so he ran away!”
Harry immediately flew into a rage: "When I find him, I'll kill him! Divorce! We have to get a divorce!"
Allen: ...
He couldn't help but fantasize about Dick Pink Skirt Grayson, as well as Dick Bathroom Temptation Grayson and Dick Thong Grayson.
Allen sensed that the snake's tail was about to stir.
However... Dick certainly won't run away just because of the pink dress. He'll most likely pretend to be asleep and then sneak away to meet up with him. He might even give the pink dress to Jason and try to get Damian to be their flower girl.
Based on his understanding of Dick and her expectations for the wedding, he could already picture Dick happily rushing towards him, clinging to him like a big, affectionate bird.
However, Dick has now disappeared from the wedding venue without saying a word.
This isn't right.
Without saying a word, Allen went inside.
A huge gift box sat in the living room, painted in the blue that symbolizes Nightwing, with red ribbons scattered on the floor beside it.
This was clearly Jason's idea; he planned to put the unconscious Dick Potato into a gift box, which Allen would then open himself.
Allen closed his eyes, and the power belonging to 'Tristell' began to flow in the air. Time, like flowing sand, coalesced and passed through Allen's fingertips before disappearing into the void. The faint trace of aura remaining in the air told Allen that another group of strangers had just appeared, forcing Dick's consciousness into unconsciousness through some means, and then taking him away.
Allen discovered Dick's movements through the ring he had given him.
Allen took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and gripped the bouquet tightly in his hands.
After a long pause, he sneered, a storm brewing in his green eyes. "Bernard, take good care of the guests. The wedding is postponed by ten minutes. I will appear with the bride in ten minutes."
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The current 'Trisker' is already a tool of Eren. When Eren crossed the 'X-Field', carrying enormous alien tentacles, and used the spiral arm to break open the door of an underwater laboratory—
Dick has also escaped from the enemy and is looking for a way to leave.
Let's go back ten minutes.
When Dick finally woke up from a dark, sweet dream, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was an old acquaintance.
Bruce dressed like an owl, an evil version of Batman.
Dick immediately: ...
Ah... isn't this the old rival they defeated last time?
He was also the culprit who caused their wedding to be postponed last time!
Night Owl grinned wickedly: "Dick, didn't expect me to show up here? Now, I want to give you another chance to choose. Be my claws, how about it?"
Old rivals are always persistent. After losing his own Dick, Nite Owl always wanted to set his sights on Dick on the other side of Earth.
Dick looked at his bound hands and feet and his stripped upper body, then turned to look at the unknown machine next to him that was clearly in operation, and finally became completely enraged.
He just wanted to have a proper wedding, so why does someone always try to stop him? Is he cursed by the god of marriage?
No, it might be a curse from both Bruce and Matthew, plus Harry.
Dick sighed and flexed his fingers slightly. "Come on, this time I absolutely refuse to have the wedding while you're unconscious. If you make me miss the wedding, I swear, I'll throw you into Allen's castle and have you learn to be a proper maid alongside 'Matthew'!"
Thomas Wayne, who hadn't seen Nightwing for ten years, naturally had no idea what Nightwing had evolved into, nor did he know that Dick could summon Alan's tentacle monster. So when Dick summoned vines and tentacles from the ring Alan had given him, it certainly gave Night Owl a big fright.
As the massive vines crushed Night Owl's power armor into scrap metal, Dick felt a slight burning sensation on the ring in his hand. Immediately afterward, a deafening roar erupted, as if the sturdy laboratory ceiling had been attacked by an enormous monster.
Seawater poured wildly into the laboratory roof, which had been smashed open by Allen's tentacle, and a large number of unknown marine creatures fell from the sky.
Alan, riding a giant humpback whale, commanded the marine creatures controlled by his spores to swarm forward and begin the demolition.
The waves are his wings, and the sharks are his protectors.
Dick held his breath, standing still as the seawater surged to his feet in a matter of seconds, the spray wetting his hair. The pressure difference between the inside and outside was disrupted by the rushing seawater, and he felt a little short of breath.
There's no way around it, the visual impact is just too strong.
Allen, still dressed in the white suit he had carefully prepared for the wedding and with his hair meticulously styled, was descending from the sky with an arrogant expression.
The 'Trexel' formed a film of light in the seawater, giving Allen a hazy halo.
Allen wasn't wearing his usual non-prescription glasses today, and his exposed green eyes were full of sharpness and anger at having his plans disrupted.
Hmm... baby, you're so handsome.
Dick thought absently.
The enormous eyeball at the center of 'Trishkel' locked onto Dick instantly, its whites stained crimson with bloodshot veins. Then, the rotating arm gently lifted Dick off the ground.
Allen looked at the unharmed Dick and said, "Three minutes left."
Dick stared blankly at Allen, taking a few seconds to process what he'd just said.
He glanced down at his soaked shirt and pants, and his face immediately fell. "Oh no, I definitely won't have enough time to change!"
Allen chuckled softly, "You don't have to change your clothes... Would you consider my previous suggestion? I love your fiery red fur and your beastly eyes that glow in the dark..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dick covered his mouth with his lips.
The kiss ended.
Dick gripped the back of Allen's head tightly, his tone dangerous and eager: "Darling, how about we discuss this later?"
“Or we could discuss this somewhere else.” Allen stared intently into Dick’s eyes, and unconsciously licked his lips.
In the end, the wedding was delayed by a full two hours.
The guests thoroughly enjoyed the meals and beautiful courtyard prepared with the utmost care by the two experienced butlers. The band played light and melodious music, and the two protagonists of the wedding arrived late, just as Ms. Diana Prince and Mr. Bruce Wayne had gracefully finished two songs and Dr. Edward and Dr. Peterson were about to begin their hula dance.
Alfred looked at the white gold glass string lights that had been re-hung to match the angle of the sunlight and nodded in satisfaction.
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