Spectre of the Sharp Object
Disclaimer: If I owned the Dynamic Duo, I would create a new TV series with Dick Grayson as the star of it and I'd also include guest-stars real often like Clark Kent and Wally West. But I don't so I can't.
Oh, and I don't own the title either—I stole it from a Star Trek episode called 'Spectre of the Gun'. :-P
The object in Alfred's hand glinted in the fading light that was streaming through one of the big bay windows. Dick Grayson stared in disbelief.
"Alfred... you can't...!" he cried, backing up.
"I'm sorry, Master Dick, but I must," was the reply.
"What'll Bruce say when he finds out?" Dick continued to protest.
"That is not of the utmost importance right now, sir." Alfred continued his slow, steady approach.
"Please don't do this," begged Dick. He was cornered now—there was no place to run, no place to hide.
"I'm sorry, Master Dick, but you simply must get your hair cut!"
"Awww, gee..."
The End
As if you haven't already guessed, Alfred was holding a pair of scissors.