Four -
DC Universe, Bart Allen (Impulse) and the bridesmaid's dress
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Having studied the dress from almost every possible angle--more or less simultaneously--Bart declared, "I like it!"

"It is pretty, is it not?" Kory said, stroking her fingers over the deep green material. "It was very expensive, but I believe it was worth it."

Bart, squatting on the floor and completely destroying the ironed creases in his tuxedo pants, picked up the skirt of the (hideously expensive) bridesmaid's dress and draped it over his head. Fortunately, the only thing currently wearing the dress was its hanger. "I like it from in here, too!" he added, a bit muffled. All around them the other bridesmaids, already in their dark green dresses, milled about, listening to the sounds of the guests arriving (and the occasional uninvited guest being dispatched, rapidly, via robot usher). Gar was also there, not so much milling about as gawking. Trust Gar to be where the girls were.

"It is perfect in color and shape for all of us, despite our different sizes and coloring," Kory added, stroking the dress again (and absently petting Bart's head through the material). Sliding the shoulders free of the hanger she draped the dress lovingly over Bart, until a pair of extremely startled yellow eyes was peering at her from right where her cleavage was meant to go. "Look, it is even perfect for you! It sets off your eyes and the red in your hair!"

Gar and Bart traded glances.

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Kon was drawn by the revving-blender sound of Bart laughing, laughing so hard that he was already gasping for breath. Poking his head into the bridesmaids' room, he said, "Hey, what's goingahhahhahwhoa." The room burst into gales of nervous giggles.

Kon gaped at Bart, his mouth hanging open. Bart's tuxedo, which he had spent close to an hour stuffing the speedster into (getting Bart into a tuxedo was a lot like putting a full formal kimono on a snake with ADD) lay abandoned on the couch, and Bart (hands on his hips, huge silly grin on his face) stood in front of the triple mirror, studying his reflection. His dark green reflection. "Kon!" Bart cried, and beamed at him like nothing at all was wrong. "Hey, how do I look?" and he turned a fast pirouette in the middle of the room, dark green skirt belling out about his legs, about half his chest exposed thanks to the dress allowing for Kory's serious cleavage.

"I... you... ah..." Kon stopped, and swallowed, and then he grabbed the doorframe in both hands and bent almost double as he whooped with laughter. The wood of the doorframe cracked, just the slightest bit. "Okay," he gasped, straightening up and brushing off his jacket, "okay, that's really funny and I'm going to have nightmares, but Cissie's incoherent and Cassie's gone totally Bridezilla and if either of them catch you in that they are going to pull your head right off, so you should let Kory have her dress back now because that's really enough of your nipples, okay?"

"Really? Do I need a bra or something?" Bart asked, cupping his hands over his chest like he had something to hide. Kon's eyes helplessly followed the little movement.

"No! No, you don't, don't you dare, stop that, put that down, take the dress off..." and it was all going to be fine, really, only Cassie (Blushing Bride No. 1) had been drawn to the commotion, eyes narrowed to gimlets with wedding-day jitters. She took one look into the room and went cheese-white, her eyes widening further than should have been humanly possible, and she sucked in a breath and screamed, "BART!"

Bart reacted much like Bart always reacted to, well, any sort of stimulus whatsoever: he bolted.

Rrrrrrip.

"Oh crap," Bart said, sitting on the floor, wearing a skirt that was now slit up the thigh much further than it had been. "Uh..." Bart blurred out, the blur turning from green to black in a heartbeat, and reappeared in his tuxedo with the dress draped over his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll fix it, look, see..." and he blurred out again and when he reappeared the dress had been, well, sort of fixed, you had to look close to see the stitches...

"Bart." It was a vicious whisper of a sound, spat out into a suddenly silent room. Cassie's hands were clenched into fists at her sides. Slowly, ever so calmly, inexorably, she went on. "Give Kory back her veryveryvery expensive dress. Please." The 'please' made everybody in the room swallow. Bart inched over to Kory and laid the dress in her arms, then inched away again, eyes huge and terrified. Kon tried to slither away down the hallway.

"KON." No need for 'calmly' any more, apparently. The whipcrack of his name made him choke. He stopped dead, then slowly, carefully turned around, hands raised to ward Cassie off. "Kon," Cassie almost crooned, her eyes flat and crazy and sparking. "You are my best man and I want you to take Bart outside and tie him to a tree where he can't cause any more trouble."

"But..."

"TO A TREE, KON! NOW!"

"Hrgl!"

"WELL?"

"Yes ma'am right away ma'am!"

Bart whimpered.