for the incredible lex (@thefreakandthehair) in celebration of her big day! wishing you both all the happiness that this next chapter of your lives can bring you <3
as music and laughter poured out through the open back doors, steve and eddie were standing in the shadows, hands entwined and rings knocking together. there was a breeze whipping through the night air that always came with september, pushing up goosebumps on their skin under their department store suit jackets as it coursed over them.
"getting kind of chilly," eddie muttered, knocking his shoulder into steve's like it would give them the motivation to walk into their reception. he could hear robin in there singing something, no doubt a love song to nancy, and tried to tune it out so he could focus on the palm that was warming his. on the calm before the storm that was the rest of their goddamn lives.
"i kind of like it out here," steve replied with an easy smile, squeezing his hand once and then twice. "it's quiet. we get to just be us for one more second."
eddie shuffled impossibly closer, grin of his own pulling his cheeks up. "we can't hide here forever, sweetheart. gotta go dance so i can show off my new husband."
steve shifted the perfect amount so that he could press his lips to eddie's and wrap his free arm around his waist, pulling their chests together. eddie hummed deep in his throat and brought a hand up to thread into the back of steve's hair.
"you just want to go in to try and convince jonathan to play different music," he murmured against eddie's lips before kissing him once more. eddie pulled back and gave steve a look of mock indignation.
"me? never. you'd think getting married would stop the slanderous lies and accusations but even the holy sanctity of our union isn't enough to-"
steve tipped his head back in a laugh. eddie watched him like he was made of stardust.
"it's not even official in the eyes of the church, you drama queen."
with a tug that wiped the smirk off steve's face, eddie brought their foreheads together, releasing the hand that was tangled with steve's so he could curl it around his waist to bring them flush together. their eyes shut on instinct to be in the moment, to feel the night and feel each other. and just like it had been for the last five years of them being a them, the air that was dancing in their lungs was shared.
"yet," eddie whispered. he felt steve take in a shaking breath, the exhale making the curls around his cheeks flutter. "not official... yet."
steve tilted his head up, knocking their noses together gently, before opening his eyes. his eyelashes lightly brushed against eddie's skin and his fingers were trailing under his suit jacket to press against eddie's back, warmth seeping through his shirt and onto steve's palm.
brown eyes met brown eyes and it sparked through them like an oath in and of itself. they were matched in height, matched in eye color, matched in all the superficial ways that didn't matter. but they were mirrors of each other in the way that soulmates end up with different types of scars patched up by each other, with laughs that mesh together in harmony, with hearts that learned how to beat in time.
"i know, baby. when we..." steve started quietly, his lips still close enough to eddie's that he was tempted to pepper even more kisses onto them. "when it's official, it's not going to change this moment. you are my husband, mine. no slip of paper is changing that, you hear me?"
'husband' rang through the night clear as a bell, the trees blowing in the breeze like a celebratory dance for the two of them. the song inside changed to something softer and as it bled into their backyard, the two started up a dance of their own. it was easy to sway back and forth while looking in each other's eyes, not even picking up their feet like they were afraid of being swept off them if they did.
"i always hear you, stevie," eddie whispered.
eventually they'd go inside. eventually they'd eat the food that joyce made for them all and eventually cut into the cake that steve bought and eventually dance in the living room with the family that they made for themselves. eventually they'd cart the ones who could drive into their cars and eventually sit on the couch with wayne for a blessing of his own and eventually fall into bed like they've done a thousand times but this time with extra gold on their hands.
but right there, in the backyard with the trees dancing alongside them, they got to breathe, celebrating a day meant just for them and their matching heartbeats. they got to be steve and eddie just as they were made to be: for each other.
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what if when jason was stealing the tires off the batmobile, batman was chasing catwoman through the city so they're both there to witness this tiny kid trying to jack the tires off this behemoth tank of a car.
they're in the 'off again' phase of their relationship but they both just go 'tiny child, mine' so we have the comedy of errors of batman and catwoman just running off with jason in the middle of the night.
like bruce gets him first but then four days later selina breaks into the manor and whisks off jason to the luxurious penthouse that she is currently 'borrowing'.
batman picks up jason by the scruff of his hoodie less than a week later and herds him back to the manor.
so on and so forth.
jason, the kid with no parents to suddenly two parents (batman and catwoman nonetheless) who want to spend time with him to the degree that they steal him from each other. wild.
jason: so like, is bruce your ex husband or something? am i the kid in this divorce--
selina: shush, kitten. now let me explain how we're going to break into the museum and steal back this ancient south asian artifact that very much does not belong to them--
(selina found this kid trying to steal tires from the batmobile, do you really think she's not going to teach him all her cat-burglar ways?)
it's great for a while but jason's right on the cusp of teenage-hood angst and the fourty second time you're being shuffled between your weird vigilante parents in three months whose method of custody is breaking in through each other's windows, you get tired.
jason: *twelve, angry and sleep deprived because bruce broke into 'selina's' villa to pick him up at four am* that's it! Co-parenting is a thing for the love of god
bruce and selina: *immediately get the wrong idea* we should get married
jason: *backing away with dawning horror* wait no that's not what i meant!
selina: *petting one of her seven cats like she's a bond villain* excellent, this way dick grayson will also be one of mine. that kind of contortion was meant for thievery.
bruce: alfred will finally stop passive aggressively asking me when i'm getting married, thank god. jaylad, would you like to be the flower boy?
selina: darling this wedding better be extravagant
jason: *frantically waiting for the call to be picked up* dickhead, i don't know what i did but batman and catwoman are getting married and bruce wants me to wear a dress--
dick: *just back from a titan's mission in space* omg did B adopt another kid? and what the fuck do you mean by married--
alfred: *back in the manor* ah, it's time to dip into the heirlooms for a ring--
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