Speedy had been so bored at the Tower the past few days that the only thing to do was admire his reflection and hair. All he could focus on would be staring at the mirror and perfecting every single strand of hair on his head. He couldn't stop himself either- or maybe he could and just didn't want to.
His obsession with his hair was getting out of hand. He was ending patrols early to go back to the Tower and fix it. He was spending a large sum of his money on product, combs, and many other things to keep it perfect that he didn't need. It was becoming and evident problem.
He realized it was becoming a problem when one day he heard that a bank was robbed when he should have been on patrol, but he had left early to work with his hair. Innocent people were hurt because of him and he couldn't live with that. "That was my fault… People were hurt, because I was selfish…" He now understood that he had to stop with his hair.
Slowly he began to stop with skipping out on patrol early and he stopped buying some of the more expensive hair care products he was buying. He knew its what he had to do, and he did it so he wouldn't screw up like he did before. He managed to conquer his addiction to his hair.
