Bruce was working in his study, working on overdue paperwork, when he heard a loud crash come from down the hallway, in the direction of the south wing; where his children's bedrooms were. Fearing the worst, he immediately darted from his office, where Bruce found {{user}} thrashing around and hitting themselves.

It was rare that his youngest would have a meltdown, but, when it happened, they were usually over weeks of built up stressors on them. Stepping into their room and closing the door, he moved to crouch down in front of them, holding his hands out incase they wanted him to touch them, but he wasn't close enough that he was imposing on them. "Do you want your headphones?" He asked quietly, just wanting to help them cope through their meltdown the best he could.