After surviving a bank robbery, with much thanks to Aquaman, Camille decides to complete her training to join the police force; to help people like he did and to redeem herself from a gruesome death that she was too petrified to stop. After being as...
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The church had a quiet air tinctured with the scent of incense, candles and the more solidly Anglican smell of musty prayer books, metal polish and flowers. It was the aura of a scene already set for celebration. The brightly lit passage with it's floor of encaustic tiles and its white-painted walls ran the whole west end of the church. The little vestry was the first room on the left. Next to it with a connecting door was a smaller room about ten feet by eight.
The real star of the vicinity, though, was the aisle. It sported a somewhat golden yellow carpet with lights entwined around its edges. Between these tiny neons were sunflowers; Camille's favourite.
She had walked down that very aisle not too long ago, being lead there by her grandmother who was trying hopelessly to stave off a few tears of joy. Camille was wearing a hand-beaded, curve hugging, ivory silk and chiffon gown that fitted her so perfectly that it looked as if it had been sewn on her.
If anyone had any remaining doubts about Arthur's true feelings for his bride, they were forever banished as they saw the man's expression. Arthur stared at Camille as if she were a miracle, his cool composure disrupted by a faint flush of emotion. When Camille reached him and the veil was pushed back, Arthur broke with etiquette by leaning down to press a tender kiss on her forehead.
"That part isn't 'til later," Camille whispered to him, but it was loud enough that the people around them overheard, and a rustle of laughter swept through the crowd.
Arthur shrugged with a mischievous smirk. "Too late now. Let's just give everyone the show they came for."
This time Arthur crashed his lips against hers. Without fear or consideration for any of the people watching. There were a few cheers from the crowd. Camille was hazy from the kiss but she could have sworn that she also heard Wally West laughing in the background.
Camille giggled against his lips. It was a high, almost childish sound that embarrassed her greatly...but Arthur only smiled at her laughter and brought her closer to him. His grin was was one of the most genuine that she had ever seen on his face. It never left him either. Not even when the ceremony was done and they had ventured to a nearby venue for the after party. There they, and everyone that attended, dined on fresh seafood and expensive wine; mingling with one another.
In the background a playlist that Camille had compiled herself played at just the right volume. So far three Queen songs had been heard; You're My Best Friend, You Take My Breath Away, and Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Along with three more by Aretha Franklin; I Say A Little Prayer, A Natural Woman, and Respect. There were also the typical, almost obligatory wedding songs like I Do It For You and Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman by Bryan Adams.
Now one of Deborah's favourite songs was playing; The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra. It seemed to breathe a new burst of energy through her, something she definitely needed after such an emotional day. Deborah weaved through the crowd of her granddaughter's friends, determined to speak more to Arthur's guests. They included quite a strange array of people from Atlanteans to Bruce Wayne himself.
