Terry was trying to hide his amusement, but it was failing miserably so he just stopped all together and dropped the tough guy act. It was hard to anything but entertained by the idea of Bruce chopping down Christmas trees. The idea of him being out amongst the cheery holiday rush was hilarious in it's own right but Terry decided for once he wasn't going to be a brat and make him aware of his thought process. He just watched the unruly kitten bat at the branches of the pine tree and picked her up off the couch. "Hey now." She looked up indignity at him and was unimpressed. Her face buried against his chest as she lounged on his forearm and he looked up at Bruce with a certain light that hadn't existed in months. Not since well before the Joker had caught and tortured. He was haunted by it for months, it was hard not to be. But he was coming along, almost seemed like himself again. The pancake throwing teenager who'd showed up on Bruce's doorstep a year ago cockily claiming to be Batman. "It looks great."