"Bruce? Where am I . . . where are we going?" Pamela asked as she stumbled over her own two feet. She could tell she was outside because her heels were sinking into the grass. Bruce had the palms of his hands covering her eyes, a make shift blindfold. She had no idea where she was, but since he was making it a surprise, she knew it was going to be good.

"Patience is a virtue, Pamela. Besides, don't you trust me? I wouldn't let you fall or stumble."

His reassurance made her feel better, but it also made her heart skip a beat. Yes, she reminded herself, he was there for her. He would be there to catch her if she fell, which was unlike any other man she had been with.

Bruce suddenly stopped walking, inaudibly announcing their arrival to the secret spot. Pamela heard him let out a shaky sigh, his skin warm against his cheekbones. He sounded . . . nervous? Unless she was mistaking it for excitement.

"Okay. I hope you like it."

Bruce's hands fell away and Pamela realized she was standing in front of the gazebo. She took in a small gasp because it was beautifully decorated: there was a table for two in the middle that was clearly set up for dinner. The table was covered in a lace cloth with a bouquet of roses in the middle and two small candles on either side of the flowers. The fine china and silverware rested on top of the cloth, the silver softly glimmering underneath the candlelight. There were also more candles around the inside of the gazebo, giving them more light for their dinner. For Pamela, it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her.

"Like it?" Pamela responded, turning around to face him. "I love it. It's wonderful, thank you so much." She rested her hands on his chest and rose to her tip toes to kiss him.

Bruce's arms found their way around her waist as he returned the kiss, pressing her close to him. Now she understood why he had dressed up and he strongly suggested that she wear her dress.

Pamela broke the kiss to go into the gazebo and he took hold of her hand, helping her inside. Bruce knew this was one of her most favorite places in the world and she never imagined it could look this gorgeous, especially at night. She traveled around the gazebo, taking everything in. She wanted to remember every single detail of tonight and she knew she wouldn't.

When she decided to finally sit down, Bruce pulled out the chair for her and helped her scoot the chair in. The second Bruce sat down, Alfred came out with a bottle of wine and he quickly poured each of them a glass before leaving the bottle on the table.

Pamela picked up the glass and took a couple of sips, relishing the taste. She saw Bruce fix his collar and give her a small smile. She paused-this wasn't like him. He had always felt comfortable and was relaxed in her presence. In fact, she was the only one who could relax him. Before she could ask if he was okay, Alfred appeared again with their dinner. Alfred had prepared a steak for him and a salad for Pamela. Now that she was picking up on Bruce's emotions, she didn't know if she could eat. She was starting to absorb his anxiousness.

Placing his napkin on his lap, Bruce then picked up his utensils and cut into his steak. Maybe he isn't as nervous as you think? She took a couple of more sips of wine before she decided to eat her salad.

"So, how was your day?" Bruce interjected. "I'm sorry that I've been gone for most of the day, but you know . . . work."

"You don't have to apologize, Bruce. I completely understand. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." Pamela reached across the table and brushed her fingertips over his knuckles to try and comfort him.

Bruce tried to offer her an appreciative smile, but he just looked sad. "Yes, I know. Don't remind me."

"Everything will be fine. He doesn't have a clue."

"I know." Bruce said, his eyes suddenly turning as dark as the night sky.

Pamela understood all too well that his anger and frustration wasn't directed at her. When it came to situations like these, he internalized the guilt he felt and sometimes it threatened to escape like a rabid dog from a cage. She was sure it would be freed tomorrow when they killed Two Face. Bruce would make a spectacle of it, but she wouldn't hold him back.

He averted his gaze and her attention went back to her salad. She went to wipe her mouth with her napkin, but then she noticed his leg was bouncing. Could he really be that worried about tomorrow? If he already had this much energy, he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

"Darling, everything will be fine. I promise. Our plan does have any holes and your men will follow it to a tee. It's nerve wracking, I know, but we can do it. We're a good team . . . all of us are." Pamela took hold of his hand again, giving it a small squeeze.

Her little speech caught Bruce's attention and he ended up cracking a smile, letting out a chuckle in response. He released her hand.

"You think the job is what's making me nervous?" Bruce shook his head as he got up and walked over to her. He took hold of her hand again, but he got down on one knee.

His movement made Pamela's heart beat fast in her chest. She rested her other hand on top of his, her head tilting to the side.

"Bruce, what are you doing?"

Bruce didn't immediately respond, deciding to smile at her and look into her eyes instead.

"Pamela, I know we've had a rocky relationship, but I swear no one makes me feel as happy as you do and no one else ever will. Before we go into this next chapter of our lives, I want everyone to know that you're mine. That you're a Wayne." He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a black velvet box.

Her eyes widened, her heart beating even faster in her chest. She was surprised, but she was mostly excited. She never thought Bruce would want to marry her, but she loved the idea of him behind her husband. Now that she thought about it, that was the only thing she ever wanted. To be with him forever. He made her happy-he completed her in ways she never expected anyone would. He protected her and loved her as much as she loved him. He was home and she had been searching for that ever since she could remember.

Bruce went to open the box, but she placed her hand on top of it to stop him from opening it. He gave her a questioning look, but she could only smile like he had done earlier.

"Yes, Bruce. I will marry you."

"Then will you let me put the ring on your finger?"

"Maybe later." Pamela countered, her arms slipping around his neck. "As for right now, I want you to kiss me and never stop."

"I can do that." Bruce wrapped his own arms around her waist and lifted her up, which caused her to let out a laugh. Her dress rode up, but he didn't mind. He held her up by keeping his hands underneath her thighs.

He leaned in and captured her lips with his. He hasn't been this happy and excited to live his life in a long time. Once they were done with Two Face, they would be married as soon as possible.

Pamela could taste the wine on his lips as she kissed him back. Although she was sure the ring was beautiful, his kiss was much better and what she preferred. She wondered if there was any way Bruce could have one of his men assassinate Two Face, so they wouldn't have to. She wanted to be Pamela Wayne . . . life was too short to wait for the church bells.

With his free hand, Bruce grabbed the box from the table and stuffed it into the pocket of his pants. Pamela looked at him questioningly as his hand returned to her thigh.

"By the end of the night, the only thing I want you to be wearing is the ring."

Bruce's comment made her break into laughter, but it was short lived because he pulled her into another kiss. While he stepped out of the gazebo, there was a large crack of thunder and a couple of seconds, it started to rain.

Pamela looked up at the sky and she held one arm out, the rain staining her dress, but she didn't care. Bruce leaned in and kissed down her jaw and neck.

"Come on. We better get you out of those wet clothes."

Pamela chuckled and she arched an eyebrow. "Oh? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Bruce threw her over her shoulder and playfully spanked her, making her squeak in surprise and laugh.