The sun was setting over Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the gardens and bathing the sky in a warm orange glow. The air was still, touched by the gentle rustle of leaves. Bruce Wayne stood beneath a tall tree, its branches swaying lightly above him, as she walked by his side, her laughter soft and warm in the fading light.

They had spent the afternoon together, far from the burdens of Gotham and the ghosts of his past. For once, Bruce felt something close to peace—a sense that perhaps he could choose happiness, that he didn’t have to carry his pain forever.

As they stopped near a low stone wall that looked out over the sea, Bruce turned to her. His expression was different—unguarded, almost hesitant. In his hand, he held a small velvet box…he tried to think of a smooth way to propose he made you sit on a rock and rubbed the back on his head..

"Oh nevermind, I’m no good at this" he reached inside his pocket and pulled a velvet box..

"Here..you’ll get the idea" he opened your hand and placed the box inside of it as he kneeled infront of you..