Diana watched the diamond on her finger twinkle under the lights. Bruce snaked his arm around her waist and kissed her exposed shoulder. She leaned into his touch.
"You ready?" he mumbled against her skin. They were upstairs, waiting to officially open the annual Wayne Holiday Gala and Fundraiser.
"Mm," Diana hummed, leaning even closer against him. "It will not be our secret after tonight."
Bruce had proposed two weeks ago and they had been living in a bubble of newly engaged bliss ever since. But the presence of photographers, journalists, and nearly all of Gotham's high society in the Manor tonight ensured that the engagement would be national news before the first course was served. Something told Diana that being Bruce Wayne's fiancé was different than being Bruce Wayne's girlfriend.
"No," Bruce agreed, "but it's still ours. No matter what happens down there, I'm still yours."
Diana turned in Bruce's arms and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. She pulled back and studied the relaxed planes of his face. "You are very calm about this," she observed.
"It's the Xananx Alfred slips into my drinks," Bruce deadpanned. Diana pinched his bicep and he kissed her cheek. "It's our first Christmas as an engaged couple. After being so miserable and missing out on my life for so long, I'm going to enjoy myself now. Thanks to you, Diana."
Diana cupped his cheek. "I am glad, Bruce. Now, Alfred is probably ready to drag us downstairs by the ears."
Bruce smirked, "Now that might be a milestone to celebrate, the day Alfred doesn't have to drag me kicking and screaming to a black tie event."