Superbat wedding except they're both just in utter pieces the whole time.
The altar stands at the front, with dozens of rows of chairs stretching back from it, but no aisle. The aisle runs at the front, horizontally, so both of them walk.
The bridal song starts, and Clark steps into view, Ma and Pa on each elbow. At the other end of the path, Bruce steps forward, arm linked with Dick's.
Damian, a burgeoning romantic, as they found out during wedding planning, campaigned for a mic-ed up ceremony, so while they can't hear each other, all the guests hear the moment they see each other.
Bruce's soft "wow" that immediately ruins any concept of making it through the ceremony with a dry eye, quickly followed by Clark's "oh. He's beautiful."
It feels like eternity until they meet in the middle, and Clark hugs his parents tightly, Bruce nearly breaks Dick's ribs in a hug, then Dick is gone, clapping Clark on the shoulder, and Martha and Jonathan are offering a pinch to Bruce's cheek, a firm "you got this," then the two of them are alone at the altar.
Clark turns to face Bruce properly, and crumples. His entire face scrunches up, he bursts into tears, and Bruce's chin is wobbling, he's trying to keep his composure and failing miserably, then they're reaching for each other and ruining the silhouette of their suits with a tight hug.
Bruce's shuddering breaths come through on his mic, as does Clark's quiet groan, and Bruce pulls back to fuss at him, wiping Clark's cheeks, brushing out the wrinkles before they can set, and he laughs shakily, Clark's face cupped in his hands, and Clark tips their heads together.
Neither manage to compose themselves. The entire ceremony is spent with the two of them ugly crying, interspersed with their mics picking up the occasional soothing comment between the two of them, a promise to be together soon, an excited whisper that they're going to be husbands, a sincere, heart wrenching compliment that makes the microphones start to feel intrusive.
J'onn, ordained in as many galatical systems as he could qualify for, pronounces them married, and everyone expects them to crash together in a kiss, Tim is already lifting a hand to cover Damian's eyes, Kon doing the same for Jon, but Bruce just fists his hands in Clark's lapels and sinks forward to rest his head on his chest. "We're married," he whispers, and Clark laughs wetly, pulling Bruce into a hug.
Everyone waits, allowing them that moment, before Clark pulls back, Bruce lifts his head, and they finally kiss their new husband. Cheers fill the air, the whooping only gets louder when they rise a few inches off the floor, sinking back down to ground as they pull back to gaze into each other's eyes.
Clark pries Bruce's hand off his suit jacket, tangling their fingers together, dragging it up into the air in victory. Their family loses all dignity, cheering veering into hollering, and Bruce drags Clark in for another kiss, laughing.
They leave for a too-short half an hour alone while the reception gets set up, the only one following is their photographer, and they come to a stop at the bench under the gondola decorated with Martha Wayne's roses and Martha Kent's sunflowers.
"We're married," Bruce gasps, and Clark beams at him.
Their photographer sighs as both bow their heads and start crying again, but snaps shots of their wet, smiling faces anyway.
They turn up to their reception with red eyes, and it certainly isn't the last bout of tears that night.
Just superbat that love each other so much it completely overwhelms them.
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