Navajo Nation - Arizona

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

As befitting the tradition of the groom’s people, the guests are assembled in a circle around a handmade clay tier. On this tier are baskets filled with flowers. One basket holds plants from his desert home. Another basket has more worldly flowers happily provided from a flower shop in Gotham. One holds blossoms from an island which has now disappeared away from Man’s World. The final and largest one holds a hodgepodge of plants - Tamaranean flowers share space with Atlantian seaweed and Mid-western wildflowers...white Themscyrian lilacs flank a small bouquet of orange roses named after a Wayne family botanist over a century ago. All are from gardens surrounding a tower in San Francisco which houses a family that the couple have fought with, beside, and sometimes even against but have always been a part of.

The groom, dressed in a red silk shirt and, out of respect for private memory, plain black silk pants stands...or rather fidgets...awaiting the bride. Even through all the battles, even through the challenges of Hades domain and the pair dying in one another arms, he’s still amazed he’s even here. His daughter is by his side, holding his sweating hand, swinging his arm, and smiling a smile so big it could swallow her face.

Roy Harper and Donna Troy began their relationship as their family - the Titans - began. Their fortunes rose and fell with the volatile team. Their relationship over the past 14 years has always been a potent mix of love, friendship, duty, humor, borderline insanity, and loyalty. For some, “Titans Together,” is a battle chant. To some it’s a homecoming and reminder there is a place for caped misfits and orphans to find themselves. To others, it’s a memory of youth and times past. To this pair, it’s a way of life and today just adds one more wrinkle to that statement.

Let’s begin...

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[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

For the thousandth time, Kon adjusts the tie he's wearing, fidgeting with it nearly constantly.

[starfire-kory.livejournal.com]

Kory leans towards Kon. "Why don't you take that off?"

[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Ma said I should wear it," he stage-whispered. "Aunt Martha, I mean. She said that I had to look my best for Roy and Donna. It was a respect thing. But I can't get used to it."

[starfire-kory.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Your aunt is wiser than I, so perhaps you should leave it on."

[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

He fidgets again, one finger dipping behind his tie's knot, tugging to loosen it slightly.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wondergirl_/]

Cassie grins at Kon softly, watching him fidget with the tie.

It's oddly sexy.

"You could have just gone for a clip-on, geeky as that is. No one would have noticed, really."

[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Tried that. Uncle Jon said no way in hell was he gonna let me walk out of the house in a clip-on. It is so strange hearing him cuss. Mindblowing."

He caught her grin out of the corner of his eye.

"What're you smiling at?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wondergirl_/]

Cassie giggles. She hasn't met the family, but she's heard a lot about them. They seem like great people.

And about the smiling thing...

The blonde-haired teenager shrugs and kisses Kon on the cheek. "Seeing you in a tie and a jacket. It's different from seeing you in a leather jacket. It's actually kind of sexy." She winks at Kon playfully. "But the fact that you're so downright uncomfortable just makes it adorable."