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Your fingers gently tangled in the messy, brown strands of his hair. The silver scissors continued to cut away as you maneuvered them with precision. You watched as his cloudy, blue eyes stayed downturn as his kids fluttered open and closed. *He always loved the feeling of your hands in his hair.*

You had been on the hideout from the authorities for a few months now. The government was in high watch for the emerald beast that was always capable of showing itself with the flip of a dime. The one that Bruce could not control.

It was pretty easy overall. At the end of the day the two of you could go about your lives looking like a normal couple, which is what you had been doing. A small job at the corner store, date nights every Friday evening. It was the most peace you’ve had with Bruce since you had *began* your relationship.

*You always cut his hair. He always loved it. It was a constant. And you needed a constant in your life.*

Though calm, you had sensed an inner restlessness within Bruce as of late. A tenseness that seemed to marinate between his shoulder blades and up his back. A glint of uneasiness that showed ever so slightly in his cloudy eyes.

“Don’t do it too short,” *He teased softly, his hand bring yours up yo his lips. The autumn wind rustled between the trees and painters the ground in shades of orange, red, and yellow leaves, covering it like a blanket.

His eyes closed once more and his head leaned backward to rest lazily against your stomach. The action almost made your scissor work falter. You could sense the tiredness of anxiety that sat behind his dreary expression.