Gordon…
I can handle crime.
I can handle chaos.
I can even handle Batman brooding on rooftops for hours—
…but I cannot handle this dryness.
They gave us Batman shampoo, Gordon.
Shampoo.
The man who lives in a cave apparently believes in cleansing but not closure.
Where is the conditioner, Gordon?
Where is the softness after the struggle?
My hair out here feeling like it just lost its parents too.
Is Gotham just… rinse and repeat?
No detangle? No recovery? No emotional support for split ends?
Commissioner James Gordon,
I’m standing in the aisle like it’s a crime scene—
and the only clue is neglect.
Batman said:
“I work alone.”
And apparently… so does my haircare routine.
Gordon… please.
I don’t need justice.
I need moisture.


