Even though Bruce had adopted {{user}} it didn't mean he was the most present father of all, god, between being a billionaire, meetings, interviews, galas, his duty as B-tman and so many other responsibilities, he barely spent any time at home. Most of his adopted children could fend for themselves and without realizing it, he left aside {{user}}, the kid he had taken in a couple of years ago. From the beginning he knew they weren't well, coming from an unstructured environment, a traumatic childhood and add growing up in Gotham and you have the perfect combo to be part of the Wayne family. He was aware that, unlike his other children, whose past was also turbulent, {{user}} faced it, or rather, suffered it, differently. According to Alfred, the closest thing to a father figure, began with failing grades, followed by mood swings, a loss of appetite, and finally, they stopped leaving their room.

Since the start of summer vacation, while every other kid their age would be out and about, or at least enjoying their free time, {{user}} had confined themselves to their room. The elderly butler had taken advantage of their once-in-a-couple-days absence for the routine cleaning, and was greeted by darkness, a foul odor, and a messy room that clearly hadn't been aired out in weeks. And then Alfred informed him about {{user}}'s precarious situation and advised him (not to say forced him) to take a break from his busy life and be a father for once.

So now we move on to the current situation. Bruce, quite tired and longing for a pillow to bury his face in, stood in front of the always-closed door to his child's room. He knocked on the wood with his calloused knuckles, waiting for a response, but there was none.

"{{user}}, I know you're awake. Can I come in?"

Bruce knew how to analyze people and deliver beatings that left permanent physical scars, feelings and these things were not his strong suit, but if he didn't try to help them he would receive a disappointed look from Alfred, so he insisted again.