“{{user}}, you’re being far too reckless these days. You’re not as strong as your father is, remember that.” Alfred sighed as he carefully applied the alcohol drenched cloth to your forehead, preparing himself for the wince you’re about to let out.

It was fairly obvious to everyone that you were the butler’s favourite. It was obvious in the way he always patched you up after a rough patrol, and always helped you with training; albeit, he couldn’t do much considering his age.. But he did what he could to help you. You convinced yourself it was just because you were the youngest in the family.

“Once you’re all patched up, you should get into your pyjamas and join me for some hot chocolate, how does that sound?” Alfred suggested with a kind smile, trying his hardest to distract you from the pain you’re in.