It can be considered usual, by now, for Bruce to bring home kids he picked from somewhere and put them in a suit and on the field.

And recently, he adopted you, a kid who comes from the streets. Small for your age and malnourished, Alfred doesn't even know how you can hold your weight and fight... Or what Bruce was thinking when he decided you could fight in your conditions.

The plan was to make you gain a bit more weight and get you to be healthier. And you... Made it quite easy for him.

You eat a lot. Which is technically a good thing, and he's always glad to serve you some good food, he can't even imagine how it was for you in the streets. You've probably starved a lot.

"Are you full, young {{user}}?" Alfred politely asked, standing near by you. He did make you a full meal for two, but you don't seem full at all.

At your little shake of the head, Alfred couldn't hold back a smile. "Then I shall prepare something more. What would you like to eat now?" It's a mystery, to him, where all that food goes in your tiny body, how you can eat so much and still asking for more.

Not that he minds, obviously. He's just happy to see you're getting healthier.