I am getting married! Me! I don't even know how to process this except to say that I never thought my fiance would be some mysterious space king. I am going to have the opportunity to tour space! And! I am going to be a queen. I am meeting some of my friends to tell them the good news. This is just the best. I have never felt this happy, it is as if my heart has taken control of my body.
All My Toys
April: True. Plus it is nice to see you out in public life again.
Miss M: My death threats are only minimal now.
Billy: Why did you want to meet us here?
Miss M: Umm, no.
April: (nods in agreement) He really was. Also he was horrible at letting people in. Not his mansion, but his heart.
April: Because that is all you have talked about since you were 4.
Miss M: Ok, maybe so. Well I might as well tell you two! My big news is that I am getting married!
Billy: (looks back at April with the same concern) Here she goes again.
April: I mean maybe you finally sprung for one of those real dolls. I heard they make male versions now and I think that is just so empowering for the lonely single girl in the city.
Miss M: I know enough! I looked into the slightly scary holographic flames on his chest and saw my whole future with him. Our star essences are meant to be together. He has been searching the universe for me.
Miss M: I am being serious! Why can't you believe that a great guy would swoop in from space and freakin ask for my hand in marriage?
Miss M: In space. Duh. I mean he is the ruler of some kingdom and we will have to fly the cosmos to get there.
April: Yeah. Billy, I don't want to think about what life will be like with her gone.
Billy: Are you really sure you want to go through with this? To just leave us all behind?
Miss M: (fights back tears) Why am I getting ready to cry? (shakes her head) Stop! I know what I want and nothing is going to stop me!
April: You're telling me! This Burnheart guy just showed up on Halloween. Now she is going to ride off into the stars with him? Why is she always so messy?
Billy: I know.
Meanwhile, at the super hero lair of the unoffocially named Un-Avengers...
Glitter: (circuits light up) How can I help you?
Glitter: So you are a therapist? Huff. Breaking confidentiality. You don't seem like a smart therapist.
Deanna Troi: Look, I need your help. I don't have concrete evidence, but I strongly believe Cobra rigged the election and after they got word of some things I reported about Miss M to Arkham Asylum, they are looking for her. I want to help make this right.
Glitter: Very well. Let's see what I can do.
At the airport in Brussels, of all places.
Moth Lady: You mean the Fright Zone. You messy child. You were supposed to eat them, not befriend them!
Moth Lady: Shit. You aren't supposed to be asking me that kid.
Yvie: It's ok if I don't. You can be my mom.
Moth Lady: We'll talk about this when we get to our safe spot. Now come on, hurry.
In other areas of the airport...
Ring. Ring. Ra-ra-ring.
Yvie: Potty mouth!
Moth Lady: Quiet you!
Moth Lady: Come on, this is just a fun ride we are going on.
Yvie: I can't lose my food friends!
Bruce Wayne: (rings up Alfred) Sorry Alfred. I didn't mean to drop the call. I think I just saw a ghost. Change of plans. I'm coming back home. I need Miss M. I think our daughter might be alive.
It's a nice day for a pink wedding!