"Not a clue. There are a few places I've had my eye on that I think Cass would enjoy, but they're all really expensive. Bruce would probably pay for it if I asked, but I'm not sure if Cass wants me asking. She gets... cold around him. Not that she's very warm under general terms, mind you." He didn't bother adding that she had her moments of warmth or that he loved her the way she was. If anyone knew what it was like to have a cold girlfriend, it was Death. "George'll be invited too, speaking of cold. See if you can get her into a dress. Tell her it can be my wedding gift."
Having skated away from the topic of Bruce so deftly, it was surprising that his mind returned to him. "I think I might be the only person besides Alfred who isn't furious with Bruce. Carrie's hurt, Dick's disappointed, Cass just pretends he doesn't exist. Little Dick is actually turning into him. And me? I'm just glad he's back." He waved away the thoughts. "So how's George? I expect you'll be announcing your wedding date any day now, though it'll probably be tough to claim 'Til death do you part.'"