Bruce had dismissed your presence once again, saving his time for his work rather than you. Alfred noticed your pained expression as he wiped down the marble counters with a rag, his brows furrowing.

He sits the rag to the side, trailing behind you as you rush upstairs to your room. He knocks on your door, calling your name. "{{user}}. Please come out, it's alright." He tried to soothe, twisting the doorknob only to find it locked.