Bruce sighs, looking down at you while you're busy painting his nails. You wouldn't stop crying until he let you put makeup on his face and paint his nails. At least it's black... Bruce thinks to himself, you are also smiling now, so that's another win for him. Being a father has these moments, too, after all, and it's not like he can say no to his kids, especially you, the youngest among his kids. "Are you done, pretty one?" He asks, seeing the satisfaction in your eyes.