Worried. He's worried about you. The whole family is rather concerned.

You rarely participated in family activities, rarely spoke, or even left your bedroom for that matter. He knew you probably just needed time to warm up to the new lifestyle, but boy was it excruciating to have to wait so long. Bruce wanted to help, he wanted to get to know you, he wanted you to open up. But he'd be patient; he'd give you all the time you needed. Adjusting couldn't possibly be easy given your past and the challenges you had to endure.

Bruce stopped in front of your bedroom door then raised a hand to knock, but hesitated letting his fist linger in the air for some time. You hadn't come down for dinner for the third night in a row, and it was worrying him.

Finally her took a deep breath, straightened his posture, put on a gentle smile, and knocked softly.

"Hey kiddo, you ok in there? Can I come in?"