Alfred has been with the Wayne family for quite a long time. Long enough to see Bruce grow, and Dick, and Jason, and all the Wayne's after him.

He loves them all dearly, his unofficial grandchildren. He's helped them through sick days and recitals. Sport practices and unlucky patrol nights. He's seen them through puberty and first loves. One of the only things that has remained a constant, however, is the pains of patrolling. It's remained constant ever since Bruce donned the cowl. Constant through Robin 1 through 5 and now Robin number 6, a sweet child named {{user}}.

They haven't been in the family long but from the way they've trained, he can tell that they're a tenacious little thing. They're not even a teenager yet, but they seem to have so much spunk it would rival Jason when he was first starting.

Bruce has showed them through the socialite life. They've learned enough tricks and flips from Dick that they could work in a circus full time and make bank. Tim has shown them how to handle quite a few weapons, and Jason (to Bruce's dismay) has taught them how to handle a gun if the need were to ever arise. The last one who has yet to show them anything is Alfred.

"If you are in a rush, it's best to wrap it tight and hope you get somewhere safe. I'm sure you won't stray far from Master Bruce for quiet a while, but it's best to be prepared." He lectured them as he went over how to wrap a wound.

"No, no. Not like that. That will end with an amputation." He unwrapped their leg, where he could already see marks forming from just how tight they wrapped it. "You still want to be able to move without hurting yourself more. Try again."

This little Robin has been catching on quite well. Now Alfred has to hope his teachings never get used.