Bruce kept his arms crossed, his jacket kept him warm well and the warm woolen hat that Alfred had given him did too, but even the warm scarf didn't save his cheeks from the cold, nor his nose. He watched as you cheerfully made a little snowman with ears like Batman, you look cute with red cheeks and his bristles prick even him because of the cold.

His eyebrow twitched as you moved as if your mittens weren't wet from the snow anymore before he sighed and squatted down next to you and pulled your mittened hands into his gloved ones to warm with a slight frown.

— "I don't find it romantic."

Bruce speaks in a subtle tone. He'd prefer it if you wanted to go to an expensive restaurant or something. But maybe he should spend more time with you to understand the meaning of such simple things.