AN: Last chapter. Are you excited? Probably not, but I sure am. I'm finally sixteen, thank jeezums!

You used to be the best
To make life be life to me
And I hope that you're still out there
And you're like you used to be
We'll have ourselves a time
And we'll dance til the morning sun
We'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
We'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in…

Bruce adjusted his tie, dropped his hands into his pockets, and backed up to readjust the tie again.

"Sir?" Alfred called from the doorway, "Miss Diana has arrived."

"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce nodded to himself in the mirror, rolling his shoulders twice before heading down the staircase. Spotting her curled on the couch, he crept up behind her. A quiet, soothing tone flew into his ears, warming his core. Diana continued the music, flipping through a home improvement magazine. Noticing that a carpet example was circled, she decided to ask Bruce about it.

"Finally replacing that sordid velvet carpeting, honey?" She called out in a sweet voice. Bruce just smiled.

"What were you humming?"

"Braveheart theme." His lack of response told her to explain herself, "The song from the movie Flash had me watch about a week ago. I do love bagpipes, since they were nonexistent on Themyscira. The tune must be stuck in my mind," She enlightened him and then paused, "So what is Alfred preparing tonight?"

He came around the sofa to take a seat, "It's a surprise, Princess." She blinked, her face sarcastically quizzical.

"Oh, really? Well, don't I feel special."

"As you should," He brought the back of her hand to his lips, thumb tracing around her knuckles. "So are you going to tell me why you're looking at paint samples?"

"Cabinet two-tier organizers, actually," She grinned, "I always have a hard time reaching the Lucky Charms. And yes, I will," Her eyes twinkled, "Eventually." Somehow, Bruce couldn't see the former Princess of Themyscira munching down on the marshmallow treat, but shrugged it off.

"Now you're keeping secrets from me?"

"Not secrets. Just information, Mr. Wayne." He felt himself shudder at the sound of his voice, coming from her lips.

Then we're on the same boat, he realized, stuffing one hand into his pocket and pulling her off the sofa.

"Care to dance?" Her eyes sparkled and one of those breath-taking smiles he loved so much spread across her face.

"Not at all."

You used to be the best
To make life be life to me
And I hope that you're still out there
And you're like you used to be
We'll have ourselves a time
And we'll dance til the morning sun
And we'll let the good times come in
And we won't stop til were done

The white chiffon dress Diana wore grazed delicately against him, teasing like her dark hair that tickled against his chin. The golden sandals that adorned her feet glistened against the chandelier's aureate light.

"I love this song," Diana stated quietly as the couple twirled along the ballroom's marble tiles. He inhaled the aroma that was his princess. A dash of jasmine, sandalwood, and a spritz of honeydew. If she ever chose to create a fragrance, she would be swimming in Benjamin's. Luckily, Diana was the only woman who had captured his heart that wasn't obsessed with the fancy, expensive things in life.

Truly, she was the only woman who had captured his heart.

"We'll be back in the high life again…" She shuddered with warmth at his voice, rumbling deep out of his chest. Their reflections danced along the large glass windows. The chandelier's light poured out onto the lawn and caught the garden's fountain. The water poured out of the angel's pot, an airy mist rising from around the dew-covered petals of Sarah Wayne's roses.

"You want to know my secret?" Diana whispered as Bruce hummed and pulled away slightly, grinning.

"Hit me."

"It isn't that spectacular, really. I've just been thinking of re-modeling my apartment. The colors I first picked out are too drab now. I believe it's time for a change, don't you?" Her eyes caught his, searching for a reaction within him.

"Sounds like a plan. And a very good investment," He added.

"Exactly." On a whim, Bruce led her out to the terrace overlooking the extensive rows and collections of flowers. As she commented on a bunch of azure hydrangeas that were in bloom, Bruce fingered the satin box in his pocket- knowing how she despised velvet.

"I wouldn't get too comfortable with your apartment, Princess."

"Why?" He ignored the question, taking a deep breath.

"Can I tell you my secret now?" The puzzled expression on her face causing his heart to swell. It's now or never.

"What secret?" He smiled, pulling the box out of its hiding place. Knee bent down to the tiles of the terrace, he cracked open the case that held his mother's engagement ring. The platinum shone against Diana's wide eyes as she blinked slowly and felt the urge to pinch herself, to prove this wasn't a dream. "I think I figured it out," She chuckled, her voice thick with emotion.

"Diana," He swallowed the butterflies, "You know everything about me. You have from day one. And while that scares me a little bit, it's the one of the many things that I love about you. Before, I wasn't used to anybody enjoying being around me. People stayed out of my way and that's the way I liked it. Then you came and… and I- I found myself wanting to be near you. Suddenly, there was a light in my life I hadn't seen for almost thirty years. I was so used to the darkness, it took me a while to see through it and see that you weren't temporary. You were permanent," He paused to take a deep breath, "You are permanent. And I want you to continue to be that way, Diana. Will you marry me?" She collapsed in front of him, pulling him into her arms and crying against his shoulder.

"Oh, Bruce. Yes, yes, yes. Yes!" She giggled, crashing her lips against his with fervor. He slid her ring onto the finger no other man had ever claimed and no other one will. Together they stood and watched the crescent moon rise. Suddenly, the previous song erupted out of the speakers hidden along the terrace. Bruce drew Diana back into his arms and spun her around.

And they finally finished their dance.

We'll be back in the high life again
All the doors I closed one time will open up again
We'll be back in the high life again
All the eyes that watched us once will smile and take us in
And we'll drink and dance with one hand free
And have the world so easily
And oh we'll be a sight to see
Back in the high life again

AN: Ta da! I don't really have anything else to say but: …. Nope. I got nothing. Hope you enjoyed it!

Song: Back In the High Life Again by Stevie Winwood, who was actually mentioned in the first chapter, in case you didn't notice.

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