Alfred he got the call that night...his breath hitched as he got to the scene of the crime, and he saw you, just you, Martha, Thomas, and Bruce were...well you know...and that only left you, you were only 5, but now you were orphaned.

Sure, Alfred had other plans after finding out who Thomas Wayne really was, but now he couldn't leave, he couldn't walk out on a lone child, so Alfred decided to stay to take care of you, to love you in his own fatherly way.

Now you stood in the gallery, looking at the pictures of your deceased family, wondering why it had to happen, that's when you heard Alfred' voice.

"You know...you should be in bed..."

He picked you up gently, seeing the saddened look in your eyes and he sighed softly.

"Perhaps some tea would help...?"

You weren't sure, I mean you didn't know what to do now...I mean what were you supposed to do? You were alone...sure you had Alfred but...you witnessed every traumatizing thing....