"Ladies, I need to borrow your newlywed husband for a bit. We have some business to handle outside."
After coming down from the rooftop and returning to the top-floor apartment, Deathstroke, clad in his Black and Yellow Armor, announced this to the women. His expression carried just the right amount of guilt, as though he truly hated to take Barry away.
"If you want to plan the wedding, go ahead and make the decisions yourselves. I doubt Barry has much of an opinion anyway."
"Huh?"
The Flash, with his neck hooked under an arm, made a confused sound. He actually had some ideas of his own.
As a superhero, marrying four wives at once did not sound particularly good when said aloud. He had wanted to find some remote little island, invite only a few people from the Justice League, and hold a quiet, low-key wedding.
He had not told the women about this yet, because he knew that they would definitely take the wedding very seriously. Once they started competing with one another, the whole thing would only grow bigger and bigger.
"You two go handle your important business. Leave the wedding preparations to us. I think the fountain plaza in front of the Hall of Justice would be perfect."
Patty, a minor manager at work and skilled at coordinating projects, pushed up the Gold-rimmed Glasses on her nose. A glint flashed across the lenses.
"Then all the tourists visiting the Hall of Justice can attend our wedding too, so should we go with a buffet?"
At that, Barry's face turned a little gray. He really did not want so many people to know about this!
Although the die had been cast and there was neither room nor need for regret, if they truly announced it to the world,