Because I couldn't resist again...
Some time after we saw Alfred in Florence, Bruce later took me to France, which was great because I've wanted to go there for years. It was even better now that I had a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend.
We saw all kinds of places that related to certain fandoms of mine. Like we went inside Notre Dame, and I pictured Quasimodo swinging throughout the rafters and ringing the bells, we toured the Palais Garnier where the Phantom of the Opera was believed to have originally lived (most people think he's not real, but if he wasn't real, then why did a fire destroy the Opera House in 1873, just like in the play?), and I even convinced him to take me to see the bridge from Inception. I guess they didn't have that movie in this universe because he had no idea what I meant when I talked about it.
We also saw some other cool places like the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, the Palace of Versailles, among other historical sites.
He saved the best for last and before we left France, he took me, of course, to the Eiffel Tower. We went at night when it was all lit up and it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
I craned my neck up in order to see the top, but my eyes wouldn't travel that far and I couldn't bend my neck enough.
"Do you know what tonight is?" Bruce said, gently turning me towards him.
"Yes," I smiled. "It's the night we had our first kiss."
"I want this night to hold a different memory for you." Before I could question what he meant, my heart stopped beating as I watched him drop down onto one knee.
I couldn't breathe. How are lungs supposed to work again? Mine weren't working. I couldn't get any oxygen into my body.
He pulled out a very shiny diamond ring and looked up at me. "Kristina Jacobson, I love you so much. Will you marry me?"
I smiled broadly and nodded. "Yes, Bruce. Of course I will marry you."
He slipped the ring onto my ring finger and for the first time, I fangirled right in front of him. I just couldn't help it! Bruce freaking Wayne just asked me to marry him.
Without warning, I jumped on him and hugged him. He was surprised at first, but this wasn't the first time I had done this, so he knew how to handle it. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly.
When he set me down, I kissed him long and hard. Behind the Eiffel Tower, fireworks started going off in a cacophony of all different colors. We looked up at the bright lights and smiled. Then I kissed him again as we listened to the 'pop' and 'boom' of the fireworks behind us and the ones between us.