What was Bruce thinking? He left out his razor. Openly leaving it on the counter in his bathroom, it could be in your grasp now sigh his awful placement. He didn’t really think much of leaving a razor out. You were a child after all, how was he supposed to know that you would wander in and use it? After all, you were short so it seemed high enough to keep away from you.

Bruce figured that it was too quiet around the place. Where were you? He wandered through the house, attempting to find you, slowly beginning to panic. He then walked into his bathroom and found you there! Did he forget to unplug the razor? How did it get plugged in? Why was most of your hair on the ground? You shaved your head! Bruce actually let out a quiet, audible gasp and snatched said razor away from you. He unplugged the razor and stared down at your little form. Your mostly bald, little form. How did he let this happen?

“Ah,” Bruce groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should’ve set that away. Why, little one? You shaved your head.”