Chapter Text
The day had started like any other. The birds were chirping, the cicadas were humming and Jason woke with his arms around his boyfriend. It was veritably perfect.
He kissed across the constellation of freckles that littered Roy’s shoulders before slipping out of bed to wake up Lian. The small girl woke without a fuss for once and eagerly followed him to the small living room area. She happily sat and hummed to herself as Jason poured her and Roy cups of orange juice and waited for the coffee machine to produce his own drink. The slow whir of the machine drew Roy from his slumber. Jason pretended not to notice as the other man walked in, if only for the pleasure of having Roy hug him from behind and whisper “Surprise” in his ear. They stayed like that as they watched the coffee machine slowly do its job before Lian started yelling for her Dad to come see whatever she’d noticed out the window.
Jason smiled as he brought the three drinks over to the small table that separated the Kitchen area and the living room. His two favourite people were standing by the window pointing out at cars that passed on the street. Roy glanced over his shoulder and met his eye with a wink before he turned back to his daughter to try to convince her to come sit with them. At eight years old she was very strongly opinionated about the idea of sitting with her parental figures for long periods of time, luckily though she accepted easily enough with the bribe of Jason making her cupcakes on the weekend.
(Jason was not as happy about this bribe considering he was planning on going to the gym on the weekend but he supposed he could skip that to put a smile on Lian’s face.)
The three of them ate their cereal and had their drinks whilst passing idle chatter about this, that or the other.
Jason was just about to suggest that they sit down and watch a movie when the front door was harassed by a barragement of knocking. Roy and Jason shared a glance before Jason was quickly moving over to distract Lian whilst Roy made his way to the door. He opened it slowly to find a very grumpy Timothy Drake on the other side as well as a very annoyed Damian Wayne.
“You’re late!” Tim screeched as soon as the door opened.
“What?” Roy asked, confused.
“Wally doesn’t know how to tie a tie, the car arrives in less than two hours to get us there and we had to leave Dick with Bruce to calm him down! We need to get going yesterday!”
Immediately realisation dawned on Jason and Roy. Without any hesitation, Jason sprinted to their room to grab their suits whilst Roy bundled Lian, her dress and all of their shoes up. Damian led the way down the hall where he promptly kicked open a door, and roughly shoved Roy in. Jason had barely a second to hand his boyfriend the hanger with his suit on it and catch a glimpse of Wally lying on the floor before the door was slammed shut again.
Tim quickly caught him by the shoulders and pushed him along three different corridors until they came upon a door marked 321. Jason opened the door and was quickly hit with an
“Oh thank god”
From inside.
Dick stood with his wrinkled dress shirt in his hands and his hair sticking up wildly. Bruce stood behind him with a tub of hair gel and far too little sense to be of any actual help. Cassie sat on the bed shaking her head at the two of them whilst Barbara looked on in horror from her wheelchair. Jason had the feeling that this had been going on for a while if the sounds of exasperation were anything to go off of.
As soon as Cassie noticed him, or more accurately Lian standing beside him, she stood up, walked over, plucked Lian from his side and left the room. Barbara quickly followed the two and he could barely call out that Roy had her dress before they had disappeared.
He turned back to the two struggling men before him and tutted.
“Help?” Dick asked.
Jason set his own suit down before grabbing the wrinkled shirt from his brother's hands and setting it aside on the bed. He peered at Dick’s hair before shaking his head.
“Go to the bathroom and put your head in the sink, get all that shit out whilst I sort your shirt.”
Dick swiftly followed Jason’s orders as he started opening cupboards to find an ironing board and an iron. Tim and Damian closed the door behind themselves as they moved to sit down next to where Bruce had flopped when he was no longer in control of his son’s hair.
“Tim,” Jason pointed at the boy, “You iron Dick faces shirt. There better not be a single wrinkle. Damian,” Damian raised one inquisitive eyebrow, “Go help the idiot - make sure he brushes his hair out to make sure he gets all that stupid gel out. Bruce,” Bruce instantly sat up straight, eager to avoid making his son mad, “Grab us some deodorant from your room, knowing Dick he’s going to sweat through his damn tuxedo.”
The four of them all split up, Damian was already yelling at Dick before he’d reached the bathroom. Bruce marched into the corridor with all the confidence that a man sent for more deodorant could have. Tim lay out the, incredibly wrinkled, shirt with practised ease whilst Jason pulled his own suit out from its bag.
By the time Dick had reemerged Jason was mostly dressed - his suit jacket was still off and his shirt was only half buttoned but it was fine - Tim had ironed the dress shirt back into its pristine state, and Damian had an evil grin on his face.
“Put your shirt on and don’t you dare wrinkle it,” Tim proffered the shirt and Dick carefully pulled it on.
“Now sit down and I’ll fix your hair, Damian make sure his shoes are ready and Tim go check that Alfred has the rings.”
All of them moved around each other like a carefully oiled machine. Even when Cassie slipped back in none of them were disturbed, she slot right into the flow of the boys as Jason moved around her to grab hair spray and she tiptoes around where Damian sat on the floor polishing Dick’s shoes.
“Hi,” She muttered quietly as she observed him trying to defeat Dick’s cowlick.
Over the last few years, she’d spent a lot of time in speech therapy, normal therapy and then family therapy with the rest of them. It means that she had the ability to speak a bit and converse, although she often found herself slipping into sign or going completely mute for days at a time. It was easier, she had explained to him once, to only speak when she had to. She often felt that because of how she was raised she only had a limited number of words she could say and that some days that number felt so minuscule that the idea of speaking aloud felt suffocating. It made him all the more proud of her when she could speak to him and their brothers freely most of the time.
“Hi, how’s Lian doing with Kori and Donna?” He asked.
Talking to Cassie was a welcome distraction from the way Dick’s hair seemed to defy the laws of physics that said it should stick the fuck down with the amount of hair spray Jason was applying.
“They’re fine, we want to know which two of us Dick wants on his side.”
“I want you and maybe Kori,” Dick responded from where he sat on the bed.
“Okay,” she smiled at him and reached around Jason to twist Dick’s cowlick behind another piece of his hair slightly. Annoyingly it stayed there and Jason glared at his brother’s hair.
Cassie smiled at them and drifted around the edge of the room pausing just slightly when the door opened and Bruce and Tim burst in before stepping around them.
Bruce hurried to Dick’s side and gave him the aerosol can of deodorant. Dick stared at it quizzically before Jason smacked him upside the head.
“Dick you sweat more than a pig when you’re nervous, If you show up with massive pit stains in your photos you’ll get upset and then I’ll get blamed and I think, as your best man, we should avoid that.”
Dick frowned at him but liberally sprayed his armpits anyway.
“T - minus 30 minutes before we’ve got to go down,” Tim announced to the room.
“Alright,” Jason surveyed the group of them. “Someone will need to go down to help direct the cars where to wait and ensure everyone gets in one.”
Damian rapidly stood up and left the room to do just that, he could sense Dick’s panic and definitely did not want to be caught in the cross-hairs.
“One of you will need to go make sure Wally’s sorted and that they know when to go down - and you’ll have to check on the girls, all five of them were going to go over in Babs’s van so they should get going soon so they can get there and prepare the rest of the guests before we arrive.”
Tim shrugged and volunteered easily.
“Bruce, can you call ahead to the reception venue and make sure they’ve got it all set up?”
Bruce easily agreed and all too soon it was just Jason and Dick left in the room.
“Nervous?” Jason asked, straightening Dick’s collar.
Dick shook his head easily. A grin settled on his face and excitement pumped into his eyes.
“Never. I’ve been waiting for this for years, having everyone there with me makes it that much better.”
And everyone was going to be there.
Tim had been helping make sure all the right things were hired out, Cassie had been the most helpful with sorting out the seating arrangements and designing invitations. Bruce had even insisted that he pay for everything, much to the surprise and collective gratitude of Wally and Dick. Shockingly, though, the most involved had been Damian. The teenager had gone above and beyond to design table decorations and decide on archways and even to force the two men to have a rehearsal despite Wally insisting they didn’t need one.
The guest list was somewhat small considering how social they both were. Only their family and friends had been invited - a hard decision that they’d argued about for months seeing as neither wanted to offend anyone by cutting off their invite.
“We should go down soon, yeah?” Jason smiled at his older brother who nodded in response.
“Yeah,” Dick smiled dopily. “I’m marrying Wally.”
–
Neither of the men wanted to walk down the aisle but they did want something special, which is why Tim suggested an alternative. Roy stood just behind the left side of the aisle; Jason smiling on the opposite side. They watched as Donna and Tim walked down the centre before splitting at the end to stand and wait. Next went Kori and Damian, the height difference between the two so comical that a few people started giggling before the teenager sent them all glares. Finally, Cassie and Lian slowly walked down, each of them wearing pristine lilac dresses that made them look a bit like they belonged with the fae. Finally, Roy and Jason stepped forward onto the aisle.
Roy had slicked his hair back and Jason couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if this was their day. If they would be wearing matching suits and would have their whole family there, or if maybe they’d just elope instead, have Lian as their only witness and throw a party in the later weeks to celebrate. Roy smiled at him - that special little smile that told Jason that his boyfriend knew exactly what was on his mind.
Dick and Wally were the last to walk down the aisle, the two of them each had white blindfolds tied around their heads and a third white ribbon wrapped around their hands to keep them together. They’d had to practice their walk at least twenty times before they got it right. They slowly walked down together, Dick’s smile singlehandedly lighting up the whole space.
As soon as they stopped at the front and turned to face each other, their respective best men took off their blindfolds. Dick laughed as he watched tears well up in Wally’s eyes.
“Hey,” Dick whispered as he took in his soon-to-be-husband’s appearance.
“Hey,” Wally laughed as he lifted his free hand to cup the other man’s face.
The ceremony was beautiful.
Barbara’s wheelchair had been decorated with ribbons and flowers so that it almost blended into their surrounding as she officiated the wedding. Lian shyly presented the rings to the men and everyone laughed as Cassie untied the ribbons from their hands to allow them to be placed on their fingers. Bruce and Alfred cheered the loudest out of anyone in the church as Wally kissed Dick as if his life depended on it.
–
The reception was hosted in a huge banquet hall. All of their friends filled every inch of the room and music floated past all the dancing bodies. Dick hung on to Wally the whole night, proudly proclaiming that the redhead was his husband to anyone that decided to strike up a conversation with them.
The only time that Dick was away from Wally, even for a second, was when he spotted his three brothers sitting together with their heads bowed as if they were all thinking deeply. Wally’s uncle had just meandered over and was asking Wally about something sciency, giving Dick the perfect excuse to squeeze his husband’s (god, did he love saying husband) arm and make his own way over to his brothers.
“Finally let go of Wally?” Tim joked.
“He’s my husband now,” Dick shrugged, “I never want to let him go.”
Damian and Jason snickered at his dopy grin.
“You’re so corny, Grayson,” Damian tutted.
“That’s Grayson-West now,” Dick announced and all three of his brothers groaned in annoyance.
“You’re happy then, Dickface?” Jason asked contemplatively.
“I think this might just be the best day of my life, at least until tomorrow, then that will probably be the best day of my life because it’ll be my first day of forever with Wally, you know?”
Dick had this way of sharing an entire conversation with the way his face lit up. And at that moment, even Damian could recognise what Dick was telling them. Dick had his eyes filled with love and admiration and anticipation. His lips curved up at the thought of his husband and, in what could have only been an act of divine intervention, his cowlick sprung back up like a dog perking up when its owner was around.
“I think…” Jason hummed, “I think that I might want that with Roy.”
All of them looked to where the aforementioned man was on the dance floor. His daughter stood on his feet and spun around as he twirled her. His suit jacket had disappeared and his sleeves had been pulled up to show off his forearms. As if sensing their gazes he glanced up and sent them a wave.
“I’m going to ask him to marry me soon,” Jason said as he waved back at his boyfriend.
Tim carefully inspected his brothers’ face and found no trace of dishonesty there. It made him shake his head in disbelief.
“I can’t believe I ever thought either of you was homophobic,” He snarked.