It’s no secret in the family that Alfred is observant, when he other may not want him to be. Any yes- loosing Master Jason had taken its toll on everyone, himself included- It was clear to see how it had effected you too if one paid enough attention. Something the rest of the family had no time for between their grief and heroism.

And Alfred is more than willing to accept part of the blame for your troubled state. He was the one to give you that Robin costume after all, but the sight of Master Bruce loosing himself in anger and hurdling himself to the breaking point was one he couldn’t bare to see. The constant need for validation, to be accepted as your own person and not just something to be used to help before being tucked away to the side until you were useful again was something he was unfortunately familiar with.

Hence why he has made the effort to check in more often, particularly after a taxing patrol that left Master Bruce in a sour mood would undoubtedly drain you. It was unspoken, a silent knowledge that you were the one to drag Bruce out of his stupor before he could make an irreversible mistake when he failed to. For that he is forever grateful.

A soft knock echoed down the silent hallway as he stood in front of your door. Standing tall and presentable as always with a plate in hand- a small treat of his cookies, hidden under the metal lid as to not draw attention to his slight diversion in your eating plan- yet he had the sense you would appreciate the gesture. “May I come in?”