Chương 27: Marriage. End.

Awww, happy ending!

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As Victor Stone and Barry Allen walked into the chapel, the air inside was alive with anticipation. The entire space glowed with warmth, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows that depicted scenes of love and heroism. The tension was almost palpable, but it was the good kind—the kind that happens just before something wonderful.

Up front, Clark Kent stood nervously beside the priest, adjusting the collar of his elegant blue suit. His nerves were on full display, and he couldn't help but feel the enormity of the moment pressing down on him. This was bigger than any alien invasion, any intergalactic war. This was the moment he would unite his life with Lois Lane, the woman who had seen him through every triumph and heartbreak. As he fidgeted, his best friend, Jimmy Olsen, seated nearby, gave him a reassuring thumbs-up. "Relax, buddy. You got this!" Jimmy whispered, his enthusiasm infectious.

Clark nodded, whispering back to himself, "Yeah... I've got this," but his hands still trembled slightly. Sensing his anxiety, the priest overseeing the ceremony leaned in with a kind smile. "Nerve-wracking, isn't it?" The priest's voice was gentle, though his eyes carried a strange gleam. "It was the same for my wedding as well. Oh, pardon my interruption. I'm Gerald Shugel, a pleasure to meet you." The elderly priest held out a weathered hand, and Clark took it, his superhuman senses picking up something odd. The handshake felt off, like Gerald wasn't quite accustomed to his own body, his fingers clumsy and unsure. But Clark brushed it aside; he wasn't in the habit of distrusting people without reason. It was probably just nerves or the frailty of age.

Meanwhile, in the back of the chapel, Barry Allen, dressed sharply in a red suit with yellow accents that made him stand out even among the well-dressed crowd, waved at Victor. "Well, I'm off. Try not to be too bored," Barry teased.

Victor rolled his one human eye, the red cybernetic glow of his other eye flaring in mock irritation. "Just hurry up. It's a wedding, not a race," he retorted, though a hint of a smile betrayed his amusement. Victor knew that being here, surrounded by loved ones and friends, even if he felt out of place, was a blessing in itself.

Barry walked up the aisle with an air of solemnity, though his smile never wavered. In his hands, he held a red pillow upon which a breathtaking wedding ring rested. The ring was a masterpiece, encrusted with jewels that sparkled like stars—one of Bruce Wayne's many extravagant gifts, costing a casual ten million dollars. Barry's gaze scanned the aisle, realizing he was still missing the flower girl.

As if summoned by his thoughts, a figure in black stomped down the path. Donna Troy, Diana's younger sister, wore a simple black dress, her expression less than thrilled. She held a basket of crimson rose petals, which she scattered with the reluctance of someone forced into a task they didn't want. Barry tried to make polite conversation. "So... you look nice today," he ventured.

Donna shot him a glare. "Shut it. I didn't even want to be here," she muttered, her voice carrying a hint of childish petulance. When she had told her sister she wanted to visit the World of Man, she hadn't imagined it would mean playing flower girl at a wedding. Diana had conveniently left out that detail.

Barry raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, then. That's perfectly fine," he said, giving her a wide berth as she stalked past him.

And then came the moment everyone had been waiting for. Lois Lane emerged, radiant in a shimmering blue and red gown that complemented her strong, fearless nature while honoring her love for Clark. A soft gasp swept through the guests as she walked down the aisle, each step slow and deliberate. The flowers Donna had grudgingly scattered now paved the way for Lois, who took it all in with wide, joyful eyes. She couldn't help but smile at Clark, who looked simultaneously nervous and awestruck.

Barry carefully approached Clark, handing over the ring with an exaggerated flourish. "Here you go, man. Don't drop it," he whispered, winking at Clark before stepping aside.

Lois joined Clark at the altar, and she leaned in slightly. "Isn't this exciting?" she whispered, her voice full of warmth. "Though, I can't help but feel we're missing a lot of marriage traditions."

Clark couldn't help but chuckle at that, his nerves melting away as he looked at her. "It's probably fine. I mean, we tried our best to have a normal wedding," he whispered back, his voice full of affection. This moment, even with all the oddities and chaos surrounding their lives, was perfect.

The priest, Gerald, cleared his throat, his voice taking on a solemn tone as he began the sacred vows. "Do you, Clark Joseph Kent, take Lois Lane as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?"

Clark swallowed, his voice steady and strong. "I do."

Gerald then turned to Lois, his smile sincere. "And do you, Lois Lane, take Clark Joseph Kent as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?"

Lois's eyes were shining with unshed tears of joy. "I do," she said, her voice unwavering.

The priest's smile widened. "Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Clark and Lois turned to each other, and in that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Clark leaned in, his hands gently cupping Lois's face, and they kissed. It was a kiss filled with promises and dreams, a union not just of two people but of hope and resilience.

Cheers erupted throughout the chapel. Barry whooped loudly, and Victor couldn't help but smile. Even Bruce allowed himself a small, rare grin, a flicker of happiness breaking through his usual stoicism. Diana clapped gracefully, her eyes glistening with happiness, and Arthur Curry let out a bellowing cheer, earning an elbow from Mera for being too loud.

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[Auther: WHOOOOOOOOO! Happy days.]