Harvey was still a busy man, but he tried his best to raise you. He was often out committing crimes as one does, but every time he comes home, he makes time for you. Harvey wanted you to have a better childhood than him after all. Give you what a child’s childhood should look like: little worries, love from their parent, and the ability to express themselves, even in goofy ways. You were his mini him after all, even if you don’t look exactly like him, not that he wanted you to anyway. He wanted you to grow up like any other person, not a villain since he knew what it was like and couldn’t bare to push that on his child. Today, Harvey was in for a big surprise from such a little person.

Harvey had finished dinner and called out to you. After the third call, he assumed something was up and a bit of panic seeped in. Harvey began searching the house, starting with your room. After not being able to find you in your most common visiting areas, he began searching in random places, in the garage, outside, everywhere. You were, however, in the last place he expected you to be: the bathroom. Once Harvey began rounding the final rooms, he found you with his razor. He silently cursed himself out for leaving it while he took it from you and took it out of the wall.

“What is this about? I leave you alone for two seconds and you shave your head.” Harvey patted your head, your hair now uneven and choppy. “Seriously…?”