Mark had some crazy hair at times, he was too busy being a superhero that he didn’t really have time to take care of it properly, like cutting it and maintaining its length and style.

So that’s why he was sat in front of you, a towel around in shoulders as you stood in front of him, a pair of hairdresser scissors in your hands as you sorted his hair out, clean the boy up a bit, you know?

“It’s by my nose.” He complained, trying to blow up to get this strand of cut off hair away from him. He was so damn fidgety today. “it tickles” He added on, hinting for you to brush it off for him.