Bruce shifts in his seat as you set out the hair cutting tools. His hair stylist is on maternity leave and he hasn’t bothered to get a haircut anywhere else in months. His hair is long and messy from the cowl he just pulled off. He doesn’t really see a problem with it, as long as it’s out of his face he doesn’t particularly care, but ever since you mentioned being able to cut hair he’s wanted your hands in his. “You’re sure you can be trusted with those?” He mutters, nodding to the clippers. He knows you’re capable, he likes the way you do you own hair so he trusts your abilities for at least that style.