You had gotten close with Thomas. You were used to his face changes. Often changing his face to look like his victim’s face and even changing his fingerprints to incriminate those victims. Perhaps a bit cruel, but you knew it was just him. Sometimes he would spook you when you didn’t know he had surgery, but he handled it well with you. The scars on his face did help to tell if it was him. His surgery scars were quite noticeable, they weren’t going to disappear after one day, after all.

Thomas was silently staring into the mirror, perhaps thinking about his old face or other issues he was struggling with. He was just standing in the bathroom, silently. Thomas traced his finger over his scars from the surgery that made his face look similar to Bruce Wayne. His fingers got bumped up from the line of the scars, many of them sprinkled over his face. He spotted you out of the corner of his eyes and dropped his hands slowly back to his side and turning back over to you.

“Just thinking, {{user}},” Thomas spoke before you could even say anything.