2: Married At Second Sight.

Book: Married To An Assassin(Birdflash)

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“You okay?” Jason asked as he looked at his older brother in a traditional League of Assassins groom outfit, but his costume held the bride’s color and he had a girlish headpiece that had been modified for a man. He looked handsome, beautiful even, but he had tear stains on his cheeks.

Dick shook his head. “No. I’m far from okay, Jason. The only reason I’m in this hell of a costume is because that son of a bitch who calls himself Wallace West killed Stephanie and put Cassandra in coma.” Dick sighed and sat on his bed, putting his head in his shaking hands. “I don’t want to marry him. I don’t want to leave you guys behind to suffer from the Joker. I don’t-” Dick’s voice broke as he felt tears leak from his eyes. He took a shaky breath. “I don’t want to leave you guys vulnerable.”

Jason sighed and shook his head, looking at Dick. He walked over and held the elder face in his hands. “Look,” Jason said, wiping away the newly formed tears away.. “If this West bastard as so as touches you with your consent, then I want to know, okay?” Jason asked. Dick nodded and wrapped his arms around Jason’s neck. “Thanks Jay,” he mumbled. Jason nodded and bit his bottom lip to keep from crying.

Dick pulled away and looked Jason in the eye. Jason nodded and then spoke. “No matter what happens, we’re always there for you, even if you don’t say so, okay?” Dick nodded and grabbed a wipe to get rid of his tear stains. Once he finished, he sighed one last time and walked towards the door.

Jason watched as Dick walked out of the room with a blank stare. He stood up and swiftly walked to the infirmary. He looked at the motionless body of Stephanie Brown regretfully. If only he had had been on patrol when Stephanie first went missing. Jason shook his head.

This was what had scared Dick into marrying that douchebag Wallace. He growled and hit the nearby wall. This wasn’t happening, not to Dick. After everything he went through, he deserves so much more than Wallace. So much more.

He growled again and hit the wall once more, leaving a pretty big hole in his fist’s place.  Jason rested his head against the wall, tear forming in his eyes. His brother had been there for him since he had been taken in by the Court. Dick had helped him through his toughest times. So where the hell was he the one tie Dick needed him? Right, not there.  

Jason was about to hit the wall again when he heard a soft voice behind him; Tim. "Jason? We have to get ready for our mission," Tim spoke softly, as if he had a gun pointed at his head. The younger bird's eyes were lowered and he had tear stains on his eyes. Jason pursed his lips. At least he could take out his anger on some idiot who had tried to cross the Court of Owls.

Jason walked over to the younger bird and turned him around with a hand on Tim's back. He lead them to his room and Jason pulled into his armor. Once this task was accomplished, he and Tom made sure all their guns and knifes were in working order.

"Can't believe Mr.Bigshot didn't even let us come to Dick's forced wedding," Jason said, scoffing. Tim shook his head and wiped at his cheeks. "And that's not the bad news, Jason," Tim confessed. Jason looked at him with a confused expression.

Time bit his lip and looked at the elder of the two. "I overheard him talking to one of his 'collages.' He plans on marrying me off too." Jason stopped what he was doing and looked at Tim, walking over. Jason hugged the young man, letting Tim sob into his chest.

His so called father was tearing them apart, starting by Dick and Tim.

Dick sighed as he entered the dining room that was theirs silently, walking over and sitting in one of the chairs. Bruce closed the door behind them and walked over to stand in front of his eldest.

Bruce paced for a few seconds before stopping in front of Dick again. Richard looked at his father, the person whom had neglected him too much over these last few years.

"Are you ready?" Bruce asked, his voice gruff. No are you okay? Or I shouldn't let you do this. Nothing a normal father would say a normal man's wedding day. Then again, they were hardly normal.

Dick nodded and then place his feet on the table in a nonchalant manner. "Yeah, whatever," he said, then looked at his father. "That's not the only reason oh call me in here though," Richard stated, resting his elbow on the back of the chair.

Bruce paced once more before leaving the room and going to his study to grab a file. He returned to the room and threw the file on the table, letting it slide over to his son.

Dick raised an eyebrow at this, but nevertheless, he picked up the file and opened it. He scanned over the information. Apparently, some people did cross the Court as a prank still. Stupid men. Dick thought. Stupid, dead men.

Bruce looked Richard dead in the eye when his son looked up from the file. "Keep Wallace busy in anyway you can, even if it mean you have to take him to bed, understood?" Richard nodded, looking at his nails with his feet resting on the table. "Understood, but what about the new target?" He asked. Bruce looked at him. "Dispose of him tomorrow."

"Alright, this seems all fine and dandy, but I have one question," Dick said, sitting up. "Why the hell do I need to entertain Wallace?"

Bruce looked at him, debating on whether or not to tell him. "Katherine was found unconscious yesterday and I need to find out who did it, and in order to do that, I need Wallace to be busy."

Dick nodded once and then left the room, heading to his wedding. Dick took one last look at the base he grew up in as he walked down the hall with his father following in his footsteps.

He took a deep breath and slowed to a stop in front of the door which held the ceremony that would bound him to a bastard from the League of Assassins for the rest of his life, but he kept one thought in his mind. There was no fucking way this person was going to control him.