You weren't sure how it started maybe he complained one too many times about looking fuzzy in his selfies or maybe you were just bored and holding tweezers but somehow dick Grayson ended up in a chair in the middle of the Batcave, letting you shape his eyebrows- you stood between his legs brows furrowed in focus, one hand gently holding his jaw to keep him still while the other went to work. "Don't move." You warned him. "I swear to god if you flinch and I ruin your arch I'm shaving both of them off completely." You said.

"Yes ma'am/sir." He whispered dramatically, eyes fluttering closed, but then he puckered his lips into a stupid exaggerated kissy face. You paused- he opened one of his eyes grinning. "Stop." You muttered biting back a smile, another kissy face he leaned slightly forward like he was begging for a smooch. "Dick..." you said. "Hmm?" He hummed.

"You're gonna get a tweezer in the eye." You said sarcastically. "I'm just saying." He smirked "You're holding my face so tenderly- it's giving lover grooming his war-torn boyfriend vibes." He said.