David proposes.

It's been a bad day.

You had to miss Selina's GED high school equivalent degree graduation in Gotham because of work, and work was horrific.

It's been a month since Selina tried to steal a date from you and ended up stealing so much more. It has been an intense, passionate and wonderful month, the best of your life, but tonight was suppose to be special. Selina was so excited when you told her that you wanted to come to her graduation. She said, it was the only thing in her life she finished without cheating on. Yes, you were going to wine and dine her to celebrate, but you also planned to tell her that you love her for the first time.

But then work came up and you had to cancel. There was no anger, no complaining, and you could hear in her voice that she understood. This made the disappointment in her eyes even more painful.

Looking down at the picture in your hand, you think about the cute little ten year old girl, named Abigail, with brown curls and two big dimples. Giving a defeated sigh you walk over to the pine bookshelf your father made where you house your most prized possessions. Taking the mahogany covered, leather laced tied tome, you simple call “the book,” into your hands, you wish you were with Selina instead of in your apartment alone.

“It's dark in here.” Selina's voice startles you as all the lights in your living room click on. Dropping the book, and Abigail's picture, to the rug below you take a surprised step back.

“What are you doing?” Your girlfriend curiously asks while walking over to you in a striking red and black sheath dress, black choker and gold scarf. “You hate reading in the dark.”

"Are you always so quiet?" You happily complain, thankful, though surprised, she is here.

"Old habits." She smiles.

Picking up the book and picture with your right hand, you then reach around with your left and take Selina by waist. Kissing her, you place the book and picture on the shelf next to her, hoping she will not notice.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, still holding her, “Shouldn't you be in Gotham partying?”

“Once I got the sheepskin I wanted to see you and I hit the road.” She gives that devilish smile that you love so much, “I drive kind of fast.”

“Yeah, I know.” You brush her hair back with your right hand. “I'm so sorry I missed your graduation. If it wasn't for work.”

“Oh don't worry.” She nods, “I plan to milk the guilt over that for at least a few dozen dates.” She kisses you. “But, what do we have here?” She spins out of your arms, “A graduation present?” She has your mahogany covered book with the leather laces already untied.

“Selina, don't.” You try to gently stop her, but the world's greatest thief is far too fast for you.

“Some of your poetry?” She opens the book and then looks puzzled. “Pictures of children? Names, parent's names, birthdays, hobbies, quotes?” She looks up confused, “David, what is this?”

You wished she hadn't open the book, especially this night of all nights, but you have **** now. “They were all patients of mine.”

“Were?” Selina's eyes grow big and soft.

“These are the one's that didn't make it.” You answer with melancholy, knowing you're further ruining Selina's big night.

“And this girl?” Selina hesitatingly picks up the picture of Abigail.

“She is why I couldn't come to Gotham tonight.” Part of you doesn't want to tell her, but another part desperately wants her comfort. “The operation was a long shot. It didn't work. I couldn't save her.”

“David,” Selina puts the book and picture down and takes you into her arms. “I'm so sorry.”

You hold each other for several minutes, Selina's embrace brings you more comfort than a thousand wisest words or anyone else's touch you have ever know.

Resting your forehead against hers you apologize, “This is suppose to be your big night, I'm sorry for messing it up so.”

“It's okay, I'm here for you.” She softly gives you a brief kiss. “Just ask for anything.”

Strangely, those words hit your soul like dagger. Selina leans her head back, “What is wrong, David.” She perplexingly asks, “Your pale as a ghost.”

When you don't answer, she runs her hand across your cheek, “Please, tell me.”

“I'm afraid.” You answer.

“Of what?” She looks searchingly at you. “I've never seen you afraid before.”

“You said I could ask for anything.” You're truly terrified where your heart is leading you, “I know what I want to ask for, but I'm afraid.”

“Tell, me.” She softly whispers, “I promise, I won't say no.”

You wait for a moment, your brain screaming at you not to be so foolish, but your heart knows only its affection.

“I don't want anything.” You look deep into her emerald eyes. “But I need everything from you.”

Without losing eye contact with her you step back and remove your old wedding ring and place it on the shelf next to you. Taking both of Selina's hands, you go to one knee.

“What are you doing?” She gives a faint laugh, which is soon followed by a hint of confusion and then is transformed into complete shock. “Oh good Lord!” She gasps as she understands what you're about to do.

“I didn't plan to do this tonight. I know it has only been a month. I don't even have a ring.” You speak whatever first comes to your heart. “I have never know someone so full of life as you. I need you. I can't imagine life without you. I love you. Selina Kyle, will you marry me?”

She slips one of her hands away from yours and covers her mouth in utter surprise. A small tear goes down her left cheek which she soon wipes away. Going to her knees in front of you she too searches for words.

“David.” Another tear runs down her cheek. “You can't be serious . . . You're a doctor, everyone looks up to you, you're a very good man . . . I'm . . . I'm . . .” She looks away.

Gently, you turn her face back towards you. “You are the most beautiful, quick-whited, good-hearted person I have ever know.” You smile. “You're problem is that you think too much.”

Selina gives a brief laugh at her own phrase being used against her.

“Do you love me?” You ask.

“Yes.” She answers without hesitations.

“Do you need me?”

“Yes.” She again immediately replies.

“Then, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She melts into your arms and kisses you.