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"Patient Process"

October 29th, 10am
"Gotham City, Wayne Manor"

As you were enjoying your much needed sleep, you were sadly interrupted when your covers were snatched off your body. "You over slept it's time go get up, take a shower and meet us down stairs." You groggily sit up and pat your now bonet less head—looking towards the person who ruined your sleep. "Auntie Jackie?" The older woman stops herself from exiting. "Hurry up, I called out of work for the weekend for this now come on!" She says as she snaps her fingers at you.

Springing from the bed you make your way to the bathroom. You didn't even question the fact that your Auntie was here, you just knew that you needed to get down stairs fast or you wouldn't hear the end of it.

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Making your way down stairs after your rejuvenating shower, your ears were met with the sound of hearty conversation.

You enter the dinning room to see it in utter chaos—makeup scattered across the table, various wigs and bundles of hair were also hanging from chairs.

"I see you finally joined us now sit." Jackie pauses her conversation that she was having with Bruce and one other person who you haven't met yet.

Bruce acknowledges your questioning look at the person next to him, "Y/n this is William he's going to be your assistant, and your makeup artist." You give him a small wave as you take in his appearance.

He was pretty tall however not as tall as Bruce or Dick. His ginger hair was extremely curly obviously permed, his face was blemish free. In your opinion he was the most beautiful guy you have ever seen.

He gives you a small smile as he starts to put on a pair of gloves; prepared to beat your face( not literally).

Your Auntie on the other hand had your hair parted into sections, braiding it down so that your wig can lay flat. "So Jackie what are you doing here." You ask as Willam applies moisturizer to your face.

Jackie takes her comb and pops you with it. "Ow!" You try to move away from her but all she does is pull you towards her.

"You think I was going to miss my only nieces homecoming, you're crazy. Plus Bruce said you needed your hair did, and I wasn't going to let you walk around here looking a mess." You let out a hum of agreement, and decided to sit quietly so the two could work without interruptions.

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It was now around 11 and Jackie had managed to braid you down with perfection, and had already applied your wig cap and as now waiting for your glue to dry.

Willam had finished with your eyes and eyebrows, but waited for Jackie to lay your wig to finish the rest of your face.

"Y/n!" Your head snaps in the direction of where your name was being called. Tim rushes into the dinning room his hair a mess and his face furiously red—evidence of his known stress.

"Please help me." He sits himself on the floor in between your legs his back facing you.

You let out a sigh as you start fixing his messed up hair. "I don't know why you stressing this bad, you barely got any hair." You say as you run some gel through his locks.

As you do this your glue was now dry and Jackie brushes out the 30 inch wig getting ready to place it onto your head.

"I hope you don't think you bout to be out all night." Jackie announces as she adjusts your wig. "You act like I'm just gonna' be doing anything and everything." You say as you finally finish fixing Tim's hair.