"No .... Absolutely not. What have you done? Put it back. But the mustache back on, right now."

“ Barbara, “ He warns gently, playfully almost. More amused really than anything threatening of the sort. Him wiggling his upper lip out of habit and still feeling the cool chill of the Gotham air than the usual ruffle and rustle of his trusted mustache.  “ It was necessary. It’ll grow back. It’s still me, sort of. “ 

@rollingthundcr .