Bruce watched the snow fall from the rooftop of Wayne Industries. It was Christmas Eve, a day that held no meaning to him. A day that meant nothing but painful memories, of a young boy who had lost his family. Suddenly, Bruce heard some sort of sound, one he wasn't used to. He turned, seeing Zatanna Zatara, his friend, looking at him, her teeth clattering. He raised an eyebrow.

"Zee", he said, his voice almost annoyed.

Zatanna smiled at him from her shaking, "So, you brooding in silence or could I join you in your brooding stare of this frustratingly cold city?"

Bruce gave Zatanna look over, noticing her body language. He had gotten quite good at reading her, although she wasn't exactly hard to read. She was pretty open, at least with him. Bruce noticed the how nicely the brown wool coat hugged her figure and how appealing her found the Santa beanie she wore to be.

"I'm not brooding", Bruce responded.

Zatanna rolled her eyes, "You're always brooding. And it's not just because of the cape either. You were very broodish when you first came to London to train under my Dad."

Bruce grunted, but didn't really retort her comments. They were true after all, he has always been a bit…reflective. She walked up next to him, inching closer than normal. Bruce didn't pay too much attention to that, as it was likely due to her obvious inability to get warm. Bruce took off his coat and placed it on her shoulders, catching her blush. Bruce almost rolled his eyes, but thought against it. Her red tinted cheeks weren't an unwelcome sight.

"What brings you to my rooftop, Zee?", Bruce deadpanned.

Zatanna quirked her eyebrow, "It's Christmas Eve", she said.

"And?"

"You shouldn't be alone on Christmas", she said, her voice soft.

Bruce shook his head, "Alfred called you."

Bruce had sent his Butler and father figure back to London over the holidays to spend time with his extended family, most of which he had barely seen since he had become Bruce's full-time Guardian. Alfred hadn't wanted to leave Bruce alone during the holidays, so he had likely called Zatanna, knowing Bruce wouldn't turn her away.

"He didn't need to. I wanted to be here for you, Bruce. You shouldn't be all broody and alone over Christmas. I know how much you used to love Christmas."

Bruce grimaced, cursing his past self. He shouldn't have opened up to her like he had in London. Now she knew him too well. He looked her in the eyes, seeing the compassion those eyes held. He tightened his fist, if only it hadn't been so easy.

"Fine", Bruce grumbled.

He heard Zatanna mutter something and looked as she held to cups of Hot Cocoa. He could smell the aroma of the beverage, the smell becoming more appealing with each moment. Well that and her cherry smile.

Bruce took the cup and pressed it to his lips and tasted the hot chocolate, almost groaning at how good it tasted. He quirked his eyebrow at his beautiful companion. "Do I even want to know the logistics of how that is made?"

Zatanna's smile widened, "How many times do I have to tell you, Bruce…it's magic."

Bruce rolled his eyes once again.