[WP] A Superhero gets captured by his nemesis. But the nemesis doesn't want to harm the hero, he wants him to be his best man at his wedding.

"Joker! You're insane!" said the Batman as he struggled against his bonds.

Laughter rang through the old abandoned church. The joker leaped into view wearing a tailored purple and green tuxedo.

"Oh Batsy-boy, I wouldn't dream of anyone else I would want to witness this moment."

The Joker danced around the pulpit, behind which there was a tied up and terrified looking priest. The Joker taunted the man of the cloth as he explained.

"-and besides. You locked up any other potential best man up in Arkham. Now that any one of them could hold a candle to you, Batsy."

Harley Quinn's voice could be heard coming from near the church's main entrance.

"Puddin! I told you we should have held the reception in Arkham! All of our friends are there."

The Joker waved a finger at Harley as he could just see he pony tails poking around the corner.

"Ah ah aaaaah! It's bad luck for the groom to see bride before the wedding. DON'T MAKE ME KILL YOU!"

Harley Quinn let out a squeal and quickly disappeared.

"Harley does have a point," said Batman, "It's awfully selfish of you not to invite your closest friends. Two-face. The Penguin. And what about Poison Ivy? She should be at least be a bridesmaid."

"Oh hush," said the Joker, "You think I can't tell you're stalling? Besides, I am very fond of my mates and that's precisely why I didn't invite them. You see Batsy, I wanted this to be an extra-special occasion. I needed someone to witness it who helped make it all possible. But most of all-"

The Joker stood right up to Batman close enough to almost touch his nose with his own, letting Batman see ever mad wrinkle on his face.

"I needed someone who is really good at NOT DYING," said the Joker.

The Joker leaped back to the pulpit and pulled the bonds off the priest. Then pulled a gun and trained it on him to prevent the scared old man from running away.

"Are you ready, pumpkin!" The Joker called out.

"Ready puddin!" Harley called in return.

"Then let the ceremony commence!" the Joker shouted.

The joker pulled a remote out of his jacket, aimed it at a broken old organ and activated it. A diesel generator ran a debilitated pneumatic self-player machine. The organ let out a demented sounding wedding march as the Joker awaited his bride. Just as she appeared the Joker threw the remote aside and removed what looked like one of his many overs-sized trickster guns with a little sign that went 'BANG!' It was a flare gun.

Aimed expertly the Joker fired two flares, one at each side of the aisle, setting off a trail of gasoline that zigizagged all over the church. Harley diligently marched down the aisle as though oblivious to the flames surrounding her. The Joker's laugh echoed madly through the church as he awaited his bride in a shrine of fire.

A half hour later Batman was looking over the still burning ruins of the Church with Commissioner Gordon. All he could save was the priest who escaped, with Batman's help, with minor burns.

"I spoke to the Fire Chief," said Gordon, "He said it will be days before they could search the ruins for any bodies. It's just way too hot to go in there. If they're still in there, there could be nothing left of them."

"If they're still in there," said Batman.

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