zatanna couldn’t love christmas enough. it served to be a problem sometimes, especially when a lot of her friends wanted to chuck something at her head for belting out CHRISTMAS TUNES in the middle of november. and even if she no longer had any parents to share the holiday with ( she still had her ego fueled cousin, tho ), christmas was still one of her favorite holiday’s of the year. … along with halloween, easter, birthdays and whatever special day there may be. you could say she just really likes celebrating. however, celebrating those holidays were no fun unless you had someone to share it with.
you know, she had planned to only stay in hell’s kitchen for no more than a week but —– nothing in her life goes to plan. and this time around, she was perfectly fine with that. sure, she had gone away back to gotham for a couple days since she just can’t stay away, but it was then that she quickly realized that while she may have the entire LEAGUE with her for christmas, matt only seemed to have foggy and karen. of course, she had learned this by being persistent in asking him about the holiday. and well, she couldn’t just stay in gotham after knowing that.
so …. she might have gone a bit overboard with the decorations. you honestly can’t have her walk into a store and not buy at least ten of every christmas decoration she saw. it’s a good thing that she has a rather good PAYCHECK from doing her thing on stage. so, here she was, doing her thing and making his apartment look as festive as it could. it’s really too bad he couldn’t see how good it was looking so far, but she was sure he’d still appreciate it.
she takes the bottle from him and sets in on the coffee table by her side, gently reminding herself to actually drink from it later on and not forget it like an idiot. for now, she was more preoccupied on the mistletoe that was laying prettily on the bottom of the bag. her gaze shifts up towards matt and she deadpans at him, a small huff leaving her lips. ❛ oh, ha ha. i’m just cracking up at how funny that joke was. ❜ she rolls her eyes at him, although a smile crosses over her face as she bends down to reach into the bag.
zatanna finally takes the mistletoe out of the bag and stands straight up, dangling it over her head. ❛ i think it might just be. funny —— i don’t remember buying any from the store. ❜ she gives him a look, that she knows perfectly well that he can’t see, arching an eyebrow up at him.
He never expected that having a client walk through the door would ever lead to this - someone who only a few short weeks ago had been a complete stranger, who now was eagerly decorating his apartment for the Christmas holidays. Things just seemed to happen to Matt Murdock, though, wheter he liked it or not. In this aspect, there were no complaints; as far as he could gather, Karen and Foggy were both ecstatic that he’d found someone to spend time with (Foggy insinuated there was much more to it than that, as per usual). For the first little while Matt had been concerned; was he letting Zatanna too far in - was he going to let something slip? He’d managed, though, to maintain a barrier between the Matt Murdock of the day and the Daredevil of the night. Their evenings usually finished early enough that he could still go and do his vigilante business without causing too much suspicion. So, that worked quite well for him.
But there was something else – something unspoken between them that neither seemed to take and run with up to this point. They had been teasing back and forth for days, carefully poking fun at one another and amorously bantering. The sexual tension was undeniable, yet Matt, for the first time in a long time, had yet to act on it. There was just something that wanted him to wait and play it out as long as he could - which, realistically, was unusual for someone as forward as he could usually be. It was that, in and amongst his casual and joking nature, that had led him to have the mistletoe hidden in the bags in the first place. Matt was all about the organic approach, and this was no exception; no matter how painfully slow he was allowing it to progress.
He grinned at her, taking another drink from the porter and savoring the taste with a lick of his lips. Her deadpanning was one of the things he really liked about Zatanna - she didn’t put up with his shit, but she also let him put the bad jokes on the table now and then. She was honest, carefree, and incredibly spirited; she cared about her home, just like he did, and she was as passionate about doing something in the world as he was.
He couldn’t see that the mistletoe is dangling over her head, but he heard her remove it from the department store bag. Placing the bottle on the kitchen table, as well as his glasses, he moved to join her, shrugging as he approached. “Oh, I don’t know - someone must have just slipped one in there,” he was very close to her now, and gave a playful nudge with one elbow. The grin softened, his eyes bright. Blind as he may be, his eyes were more than telling of his emotions; and in this case, for once, the fire was dancing in them. “We can always take it back if you don’t think it’ll fit?”
