Near the entrance: Bat/Cat
Selina had been dreading this day for weeks, and the only thing that got her through the hours before the ceremony was how busy she was helping Stephanie get ready, all while avoiding the man who was walking the blonde bat down the aisle. The bride looked beautiful, and Selina watched the ceremony from the dressing room, off to the side of the altar, so she didn't need to sneak out and find a seat during the service. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been in a church before, but she didn't think so. She found it surprisingly beautiful, and she didn't even try to steal anything from the sacristy.
She lingered after, wanting to avoid people, conversation, and the inevitable fact that she would eventually need to acknowledge Bruce's existence. And, alright, so maybe that had something to do with her lack of audience participation during the service. But her view was perfect, really, obscuring nearly everything but the bride and groom. She knew she should go sit with Harley and Robert, but she couldn't do it. She hadn't invited Robert to this wedding in the first place for a reason; she needed to face this alone.
After, she lingered as long as she could, saying she needed to clean up, collect things, do unofficial maid of honor things. Go on ahead, and no one called her on the fact that she didn't actually possess that title, and she showed up at the community garden after the bride and groom had already taken a few spins on the dance floor. Prepared for mortification, she walked up the steps that led into the garden. Gotham was Gotham, and dusk was one of her favorite times of the day. The twinkling lights that were strung above the distant dance floor made her smile, even as her stomach did ridiculous things that it had no right doing. She was a grown woman, and this? This was just a reception.
She'd stolen two dresses, but she wasn't wearing either one. All in black, not a skirt in sight, and stiletto heels that clicked with every step she took, she looked entirely Gotham. She'd done Harley's make-up and hair to make the small blonde look elegant and refined, and she'd tousled her own locks and khol'ed her eyes to distract from the nervous sadness she exuded beneath the Gotham ferocity.
Selina rounded the top step without looking, the music already reaching her ears, something soft and oh so cheesy. It made her chuckle, and she should have been looking where she was going. But she wasn't looking, and she only managed to brace herself from slamming entirely into some poor guest at the last moment. "Sorry. Nerves," she explained of her clumsiness, hands on the partygoer's chest and a genuine smile of apology as she looked up.