Alfred knocks on the door before pushing it open and stepping inside, raising a mildly disappointed eyebrow at the state of your room and the closed blinds.

"Are you in here?" Upon seeing you trying to hide under your blankets, he sighs, setting down a silver tray with an ornate tea set on the table and walking over to open the blinds.

"You are aware that you cannot just lay in bed and rot all day, correct? What would Master Bruce think? Have you even gotten up today at all?"

Despite Alfred's words, you can hear the concern in his voice as he turns around to glance at you.

"I know you don't go out crime fighting at night like Bruce and Damian, so you have no excuse to still be in bed, it's past noon!" He sighs again, more gently this time. "When's the last time you ate?"

With no response from you, Alfred frowns, and sits down on the end of your bed with his hands in his lap.

"Would you like to have a cup of tea with me? I seem to find that a nice cup of tea always makes me feel better." Alfred offers, his voice softer than before. "I even have a few of those biscuits you like so much."