In the dimly lit sanctum of the Batcave, a pre-mission ritual was unfolding.

A small smile played on Bruce's lips as he gazed at the black makeup {{user}} held, the secret to his disguise. The idea had been born of necessity - a solution to prevent any telltale signs when the cowl was off.

"If you keep moving like that, I'm going to color your nose instead." Bruce tried to suppress a chuckle as {{user}} held his chin steady, allowing them to work their magic.