What a beautiful day for tears.
(Could be yandere, it just depends on how you look at it. Took a break from writing my other thing so I do not get burnt out.)
Looking around at all the guests at the high end Chapel was like a dream come true for you. The beautiful hanging white lights. The white Lillies, Baby's breath, orchids, ect. All the flowers were methodically picked out. You had spent nights working out the kinks. Planning and organizing.
The dress code being so specific. You wanted it picture perfect. Nothing about your life was perfect before this moment. You were even surprised that Bruce and the rest of your adopted siblings, and half sibling were there. Sitting in the pews. Not that they probably knew it was your wedding. You had changed your name when you were old enough to. Not wanting their name as a crutch for any achievement you would make in your life from that point on.
Your spouse even looked perfect. You were going to walk each other down the aisle, you in your perfect and detailed outfit that matched your other half. This was all something you did. Without the name of Wayne to help.
All the people in the pews were ones you took the time to get to know and befriend without any help. The decorations were yours to control without help. The food for the reception after the wedding was all done and organized by you. For the first time in your life. You felt like you were in complete control of a day that was supposed to be about the happiness of spending the rest of your life with the person you loved.
The same person who had dated you before they knew you were a product of a one night stand with Bruce and your mother. This was true love. This was the one thing you read about in the books of Wayne manors library. The thing you dreamed about. Watched in the movies of happily ever after.
They loved you for you. Every imperfection. They were even patient with every change in detail you made for the wedding. You had saved up so much money for this. Your money with theirs made this dream become a reality.
You could not help but smile as you fixed up your makeup for the up-tenth time. Giggly about the thought of everything working out. Even if someone knocked over your wedding cake. It would not have mattered. For you would still be married to the one person in your life that made you truly feel seen and happy.
You finished your makeup as you fixed your hair again. Looking into the vanity mirror of the room off to the side of the hallway in the chapel. You stood up and straightened out your outfit. Ready to get on with your ever after. You two talked about moving away from the dreary city of Gotham. Moving to a small town where everyone knew everyone.
So you walked the halls to the entrance doors of the chapel. Looking at the bridesmaids and groomsmen waiting with smiles. Even their outfits were perfect. But there was no sign of your soon to be spouse. You waited there. Ten minutes turned into twenty. Then thirty.
The groomsmen that went out to look for your other half came back empty handed. You called and left a voicemail every single time. The people inside the chapel were getting restless. It was not until the hour mark, you noticed your Maid of Honor did not come back from the search. Then a groomsman pointed out the missing money box. A waiter mentioned someone taking and loading up some gifts into a car but thought nothing of it because they were dressed in the style and dress code of the wedding.
They apologized profusely as you just stood there, trying to defend themselves. But you could only think about how it was not your fault. Then you got a call, from the person you had tried to reach for an hour. You answered it. Only to hear the sounds of moans and the one person you trusted enough to want to spend your days with, whining pathetically, the name of your Maid of Honor.
You hung up the phone and slipped it into a pocket in your outfit. Before you threw the doors open, the music started. Only to stop as it was only you walking down the aisle. You went to where the Priest was at the end, people turning their heads and looking surprised when it was just you.
You gently took the microphone from the Priest after you asked for it quietly. Before you turned to the crowd and started to speak, but you knew no words would fix the ruined day that you had tried everything in your power to perfect.
"I wish to formally apologize for the wait. There are key members to the wedding that are not present and seem to have no intention of arriving. If you brought a gift, please feel free to take it back. If your gift is not to be found, it is because it was stolen. That is Gotham for everyone here. We will still be having the reception because we do not waste food nor the effort the amazing workers spent on preparing it for us. I apologize again and do hope you may forgive the inconveniences that have appeared on such a lovely day." You said.
You could hear the murmurs, the disapproval in some voices. How could they leave you to clean up this mess? Why did you apologize for something that was not your fault. Why did they not want to marry you?
You could run yourself in circles thinking and crying. You wanted to. But you needed to do crowd control. The damage was done. Just finish the day. You put the microphone down as people started to file out. Taking their gift that was left, or getting a plate of food for the road. Of course no-one would want to stay at a wedding where someone was left at the alter. That was just weird and awkward.
So as people were doing that. You went to the empty hallways of the chapel. You wanted to get dressed in the clothes you wore before putting on the radiant outfit that made you feel like a clown now. All dressed up for no reason. For a lie.
You and your bridesmaids were helping you clean, the groomsmen helping by moving the heavier things. What you did not notice was a familiar group of faces sticking around. Most of them eating the food that was barely touched. The rest trying to fish out reasons the wedding was off by workers and people in the wedding.
After everyone left, you finally decided to make yourself a plate of food. Telling the waiting staff that they can help themselves to anything left out. But before you could go find somewhere to eat it in peace, you were stopped by the main person you had no interest in talking to. Bruce Wayne.
"I did not know you were getting married." He said stiffly. Like he had no idea what to do. Torn between comforting you and just being quick and distant with his reply.
"I know, I....honestly. I did not expect you to show up." You did not want to be nice anymore. You were sad. Hurt. Tired. You were so tired. You had worked so hard on everything and now you had nothing but an empty bed to go to.
Bruce seemed surprised in how you answered. But what did you care at the moment. "I am sorry, everything was beautiful." He said. He sounded genuine. For the first time in your life. Your own dad was talking to you with looking you in the eyes and being honest and genuine without being cruel and mean.
It made your heart twist as there was a sudden pressure in your throat. You blinked your eyes as you tried to make the tears go back down. But you took in a shaky breath that seemed to make everything worse. "It was." You replied tearfully.
"I was proud of it." You said as tears fell down your cheek. "I am so embarrassed Bruce. I spent so much time on this. I was prepared for decoration to go wrong. My clothes to get stained. Not my fiancƩ to not even dare to show up. They stole my money and some gifts." You vented quietly. Expecting him to just nod and turn away. To comfort you halfway or barely like he normally did.
Only for him to look at you sadly. Like your hurt was physically damaging to him. When Bruce glanced around. Clearly at a loss of words. You did the only thing your heart was yearning to do at the moment.
"What do I do dad?" You sobbed under your breath as his eyes snapped back to you. "I am going to be alone in my apartment now." You always hated the quiet. Now you would have to be surrounded by it tonight. Facing your sorrows alone.
You had not noticed Richard and Damian standing behind you a little ways back. Bruce turned to them though. "Help wrap things up with everyone else and get the gifts that were left into the car. I am going to take Reader home." Bruce stated as he came to you and gently took your hand into his. You felt like his little kid again. Before the world got too busy for the both of you.
Your dad was taking you home with him and you had no complaints about it. You could not help but realize that the perfection you were chasing was never going to be obtainable. But you did not worry about having to reach for it at the moment. Because your dad caught you when you slipped, hard. You felt comfort in knowing that despite not being perfect, you were still your dad's baby.
