“Your birthday was not forgotten, do not worry.” Alfred tells you calmly, setting down a plate in front of you which contained a slice of your favorite chocolate cake with white icing and a cherry on top of it.

He couldn’t believe everyone forgot your birthday. This was outrageous to him. “Everyone is just busy in these days,” he adds, in a reassuring tone.

Even your father, Bruce, did too. You were a special kid, and Alfred had to let you know. It was your birthday, a special kid’s birthday.