Slowly, Genevieve walk down the petal covered aisle with her father beside her. She was in France, in Chateau Challain. A harp was playing to the classical song, Canon in D, along with a string quartet. Today is her wedding day and she was marrying billionaire and longtime childhood friend, Bruce Wayne. He looks so handsome in his tailored black tux, standing at the altar. But he always had look handsome, even when he was a young boy. Genevieve didn't want this. It was her father's and Thomas Wayne's idea to arrange her and Bruce to marry because they were old friend and wanted to strengthen both their business industry.

If it was Gen's way, she wouldn't be marrying at the age of 28. Gen is still close to getting her M.D. in being a physician, which was newly added in Gotham General 5 years ago. However, she must follow her father's wish to be married to Bruce. She took in a shuddering breath as she was nearing halfway.

The wedding was beautiful, just like any girl would dream of getting married in. There were at least 200 guests attending. The guests consist of half from her family, and workplace and other half from Bruce's workplace. The rest were just free riders for the food. Gen's dress was a sweetheart neckline with a Basque waist and layers of tulle with a hint of pink and a dark gray tied bow. Her bouquet had peonies and roses, which was heavy to hold. Her veil was a white waterfall style, reaching down to her hips, topped with her light chocolate brown hair styled in a side chignon with natural waves framing her face. She was getting closer to the altar and her breathing quickened. Her grip on her father's arm tightened as the priest asks who is giving her away.

Then, just in a blink, they exchange vows and ring with an I Do afterwards. Both sealed it with a kiss. She was married to Bruce Wayne. No longer Genevieve Dillon but Genevieve Wayne, the wife of Bruce Wayne.

The reception began 15 minutes later and the theme was garden. Gen had shied herself away to a different floor when too many people approached her as they congratulate her marriage. It was too much for her to handle and she escape as quickly as she can to the fourth floor, the highest floor. Her best friend, Rachel, had left early due to a meeting with Dr. Crane. Two of her close friends had been dancing away along with her close aunt, Michaela. As for Bruce, well, he was on his own.

Gen step out of the empty room and explore the chateau. It was a beautiful home. And a fairy wedding dream. Everything was built to fit for a royal family. Huge windows look out the garden overview along with a field of sunflowers not too far. Her white cream heels click-clack repeatedly on the wooden mahogany floor as she continues to explore. She caught a glimpse of her ring and again, took in shivering breaths.

"There you are! Everyone's been wondering where you have been. It's time for the bride to toss the bouquet." Father said as he guides her back. A group of women had gathered on the middle of the floor, anxiously waiting for the toss of the bouquet. Gen turned around and tosses it behind her with no hesitation. Her Aunt Michaela had caught it gleefully, much to the other women's discontent. The reception ended with a toast to a lifelong happiness marriage to the bride and groom at 12 midnight. The guests were given a small gift bag that had two small ceramic white doves by the bride and groom.

"I had an amazing night."

"Very lucky man to marry her, Bruce."

"Have fun on the honeymoon."

Gen paused at the last comment made by Bruce's friend, Lucius. The honeymoon to Venice, Italy. She handed one guest a gift with shaky hands. The honeymoon will be awkward. They were childhood friends, and then Bruce appeared after 7 years. There was no chemistry between them. Again, Gen started to hyperventilate thinking of what newlyweds do during the honeymoon. Bruce noticed his wife was shaking and he talk into her ear.

"Are you alright?"

Gen was a timid person, as Bruce grew up with her. He could read her emotions like an open book. Whatever made her blush, uncomfortable, scared, and mad, she would show it clearly in her eyes and face. They both knew they didn't want this marriage but it was between Brandon Dillon and Thomas Wayne's decision-if he were still alive.

"Here," Bruce brought up a chair. "Sit down." Gen sat down and fiddled with her fingers. But she smiled and thanks the guests for attending. Bruce continued to hand out the gifts, but glance in her direction once in a while. She looks beautiful, Bruce admits. The wedding dress emphasizes her waist, accentuating her curves. But it was her constant blushing that made him grin the whole night. As the last person left, Bruce led Gen out to the limo that was waiting for them.

"Some wedding, huh?" Bruce asks, telling the driver to go to the airport.

"Yeah," Gen said softly. "I didn't think any of my friends from my workplace would show."

"They like to feel like a family to us." Us. They were 'Us' now. There is no me, you. It's us and we now.

"What about our luggage?" she asks, drawing a lopsided star on the window.

"Taken care of by Alfred." He answered back. "We'll be in Venice, Italy by 7 A.M. in their time zone." 4 days in Venice, Italy, the City of Love, with Bruce. Alone. Gen would rather deal with ill patients than this.

The four days had zoomed by quickly for Bruce and Gen. The most they did was eat out at restaurants recommended by the two hotel managers, Bruno and Matteo. Most of the time, Bruce helped Gen memorize over any organs she had missed and bone structure since her Chief of Staff, Joe Paden, decided it would be fun to see if anyone can recollect any information, not by any medical books but their college books. As the jet appeared, Alfred came out. Gen excitedly ran to hug him.

"Alfred, long time no see." Alfred was her second father-figure to her. Any cuts and scrapes, he bandaged it up for her.

"Genevieve, you're more radiant than ever." Alfred said, giving her a kind smile. As they settled inside, Gen took out her medical book to reread anything she had missed while sitting beside Alfred. Few hours later, the jet breaks cloud, revealing Gotham city below. Gen reached up, closing her window halfway.

"Are you coming back to Gotham for long, sir?" Alfred asks. Gen look up at Bruce to hear his reply.

"As long as it takes." Bruce replied, looking out the window. "I want to show the people their city doesn't belong to the criminals and the corrupt."

"In the depression, your father nearly bankrupted Wayne Enterprises, combating poverty. He believed his example could inspire the wealthy of Gotham to save their city."

"Did it?" Bruce asks.

Alfred hesitated looking down, "In a way. Their murder shocked the wealthy and the powerful into action."

"People need dramatic examples to shake them out of apathy." Bruce started to speak. "I can't do that as Bruce Wayne. As a man…I'm flesh and blood, I can be ignored, destroyed. But as a symbol…as a symbol, I can be incorruptible. I can be everlasting."

"What symbol?" Gen and Alfred asks simultaneously.

"Something elemental…something terrifying." Bruce responded, going into deep thinking.

"I assume that as you take on the underworld, this symbol is a persona to protect those you care about reprisals?" Alfred asks.

"You're thinking about Gen?"

"Actually, sir, I was thinking of myself," Gen playfully elbowed him on the side for that remark. As Gen zoned out when Alfred start mentioning Mr. Earle, Gen's mind wandered off to how she'll explain to her friends that nothing happened during the honeymoon. Nah, let them think what they want to think, Gen thought, zoning back in.

"Well, it's a good thing I left everything to you, then." Bruce said.

"Quite so, sir." Alfred leaned back in his chair, eyes closed. "And you can borrow the Rolls, if you like. Just bring it back with a full tank." The two couples looked at each other, grinning. Nighttime rolled by quickly. Gen had settled in a chair, reading another medical book, this time from the Wayne's manor library. Bruce sat on the floor, cross legged, studies a thick report with newspapers. He takes a small piece of paper, and scribbles a few lines. A chittering noise caught the two attentions, they paid no mind and resumed. But the chittering continues. Gen looked at Bruce and the two are forced to rise up from their spot, moving into the main hall. A small shadow was sputtering around the ceiling, trying to find a way out.

"What is that?" Gen asks.

"Blessed bat again, sir." Both turned around, finding Alfred with a plate of tea, freshly brewed. "They somewhere on the grounds." Gen did a lazy stretch while rubbing her neck. She yawned while checking her watch. It was 12:30 a.m.

"I'm hitting the sheets-"

"Not before you drink your tea." Gen smiled, picking up a tin cup. She tasted green tea with a hint of lemon as she swallowed.

"Good night, Alfred." Gen said, exiting the main hallway to the stairs.

"Good night, Mrs. Wayne."

She skipped a few steps as she reached the main floor. She then touched the doorknob to the master suite, opening it slightly. It was already made and ready by Alfred. Gen closed the door behind her and went to the drawer chest. Her clothes were neatly folded on top of each other. She pulled out a short silk lavender nightgown that had a slit on the thigh stitched in lace as with the top of the nightgown also. She looked at herself in the mirror, putting on any type of poses as she can. This wasn't her style. Her style was a t shirt and pajama pants.

"I bet this is Michaela's bidding," Gen thought out loud, pulling the strap up when it slid down. Her aunt insisted that she wore this on the honeymoon but Gen lied that they had lost her luggage when really; it's been at the bottom of the luggage. Her mouth stretched as she yawns, going toward the bed. As she dozed off, the door opened, and Bruce came in.

He spotted Gen, knocked out, on the bed. A small smile formed on his lips as he slid in between the bed sheets. He settled in, drawing his arms behind his head as he stared at the celling. Finally, sleep. A beep noise came from Gen's side but stopped. It was quiet until the beep started again. Gen groaned, reaching for the phone on the nightstand.

"It's my boss." She murmured. "The man knows I'm home from the honeymoon."

"Tell him you're busy." Bruce said.

"Busy?" Gen asks, confused. She furrowed her eyebrows together, trying to understand what that meant while Bruce only grinned. Her eyes opened wide and she turned around, punching Bruce lightly on his arm.

"Gross, Bruce!" He let out a laugh as Gen blushed. Joe had sent her a text, telling her to be ready to work tomorrow morning. Only been in Gotham for a few hours, and already was sent to work. Gen slip the phone back on the table and fell back, letting exhaustion take over.

Author's Note: Something about Christian Bale made it impossible to ignore, especially in Batman Begins and The Dark Knight. Thanks for reading!