Ollie and Dinah Queen shared a long, passionate kiss in the back of the limousine as it carried them to the airport.
“Penny for your thoughts, Mrs. Queen,” Ollie said, grinning.
“Oh, Ollie,” Dinah sighed. “I still can’t believe we did it!”
“Well, believe it,” Ollie said, holding up his left hand. “I’ve got the gold band to prove it.”
A single tear trickled down Dinah’s cheek. “Promise me this moment will last,” she said.
“All I can promise,” Ollie said, “is that I’ll always love you, no matter what.”
“And you know that’s double from me,” Dinah agreed.
From high above the limousine, a figure made invisible to all eyes by his own magical power watched the scene with a growing sense of satisfaction.
It hadn’t been easy, maintaining constant vigil around the world, nipping threats in the bud while the Justice League enjoyed their wedding. But he had done it; Dinah had her special day without a single threat to spoil it, just as Master John would have wanted.
The Thunderbolt watched the limousine go, for a long time. By all rights, he should not have acted thus, without Master John’s orders. But after all this time, he felt he knew Master John enough to know that, had he known the Thunderbolt could access Earth-One through the Thunderbolt dimension, he would have ordered him to do just what he had done, as a wedding present to his dear friend.
It was better that the heroes of two Earths did not know that the Thunderbolt could pass between the worlds; he was the only one who could do it, and the knowledge might give them false hopes. But he had done what he had come to do, and now it was time to go home. With a final nod toward the departing car, the Thunderbolt turned away and vanished in a flash of light.
“What the heck was that?” George Taylor asked, looking up at the sky.
“George, probably just heat lightning or something,” his wife Adeline said.
“Pink heat lightning?” George Taylor muttered. But then he shook his head and walked back into the reception hall. Perhaps there were still some crab puffs left.