TW: drinking

Patrols, missions, cases, it was all stressful with you. Add everything in your ‘normal’ life on top, sometimes it was just too much. So you drank. You didn’t see the issue. Just a few sips, right? Your family disagreed. They could always smell it on you, hear the bottles clink in your room, what they didn’t know was how bad it was. One time you came stumbling downstairs, ranting on about something no one could fully understand from the slur in your speech. Bruce looked at you with disappointment, your brothers and sisters with either pity or disgust (Damian), and Alfred with sympathy.