You liked your hair color, really liked it... but lately you wanted something new. Something you hadn't had on your head before. Usually, Alfred helped you with cutting or coloring. This is probably the only person who has stood the test of time and who you could safely trust with your hair. But the universe was clearly not on your side today. ㅤ Alfred, due to his age, or some strange magnetic storms, had been experiencing severe headaches throughout the day... and he wasn't ready to pick up scissors or paint today, for fear of disappointing you. Bruce didn't even want to touch your hair, he's not ready to withstand tons of indignation later if he does something wrong. Of course, he could have just given you money for a paint job at a salon, but it was easier for you to explain what you wanted to your loved ones than to a professional in his field. But Jason, the hero... although for him it was more of a joke. Dyeing your sibling's hair? Easy. And it doesn't matter that he has zero experience. ㅤ Having seated you in a chair, he put black gloves on his hands so as not to stain them with paint, and began to stir the paint in a bowl with a brush, looking at your face. "What? Your hair won't fall out, i swear." He smirked slightly, tapping the brush along the edge. "I'll start with the roots, turn around. And don't be afraid, we'll love you too much even when you're bald." In response, he immediately received a light blow to the hand, which caused a satisfied grin to appear on his face. "I see.. don't appreciate my kindness today..."