one night, after reading three entire lesbian periodicals, nancy feels extra brave, and asks robin to come over.

robin walks into nancy's room to find her sitting in the center of her bed with books and magazines sprawled out around her.

“hey, nance.”

“hi.”

robin pauses for a moment.

“are you okay?”

they in in silence for a another few seconds.

“will you help me cut my hair?” nancy asks.

“what?”

nancy blinks.

“will you help me cut my hair?”

robin's eyebrows shoot up.

“oh wow, nance, i’m flattered, truly, but i’m not sure if that’s a good idea. remember that time steve had that weird cowlick for a few weeks? well, it was actually because he asked me to trim his hair before going on a date, and i know, wild right? considering he’s so protective of his hair i really couldn’t believe he…”

nancy pushes herself off of her bed and makes her way over to robin before grabbing robin’s hands, which were moving in the air as she spoke.

“robin.”

robin stops talking.

“please.”

robin takes in the desperation in nancy’s glassy eyes and realizes this might be more than just a quick little trim and style up.

“yeah, okay, yeah. sure. whatever you need.” robin says with a soft smile.

they pull a chair up in front of nancy’s mirror and nancy sits. robin fluffs up her hair a little. nancy’s hair has been growing out so it’s a mix between tight curls from her perm and her natural soft waves peeking through.

“so what were you thinking? two inches? three?” robin asks.

nancy gently takes the scissors from robin, separates a section of her own hair from the back of her head, and cuts it about an inch below the nape of her neck, letting the handful of hair fall to the ground.

“maybe like that.” nancy’s eyes meet robin’s in the mirror, looking for approval.

robin gives her a soft smile.

“cool.” 

robin takes it section by section, and always makes sure to check with nancy before she starts cutting another segment.

when robin’s done, it’s not perfect but it is better than she expected.

“well, what do we think?” robin asks, looking at nancy in the mirror and tucking a small strand of hair behind her ear.

nancy nods as her cheeks flush a light pink, and she looks down at her hands.

“it’s great, robin. thank you.”

robin looks back at nancy’s bed, covered in over a dozen queer books, magazines, and essays. she takes it all in, before moving to crouch in front of nancy, beside her mirror.

“hey, you know i’m always here for you, yeah?” 

nancy nods and gives a soft smile.

“i know.”

robin reaches up and takes one of nancy’s hands

“it’s just… i can tell you’ve got something going on up there in your head, and even though we cut off all of this hair, i don’t think your noggin is not going to get any lighter if you’ve still got a bunch of heavy thoughts up there.”

robin runs her thumb over nancy’s knuckles.

“you don’t have to talk to me about it, you could talk to jonathan, or write in a diary, or talk to a sock puppet for all i care, i just… i care about you, nance. and you seem so… thinky… lately, and i just want you to know that i see you, and i care.”

nancy’s eyes meet robin’s as a tear falls from hers. she gives her a soft smile.

“thank you, robin.”

“any time, captain nance.”

robin gives her a wink and a two finger salute, which causes nancy to give her a soft laugh and an eye roll.

(later that night, nancy opens her long forgotten diary, and writes “i think i might be a lesbian” on a blank page.)

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