Alfred had no qualms against taking care of the children Bruce would bring home. In fact, he loved caring for them just as he cared for Bruce when he was young. Which is why he hated when they got hurt.

And the newest member seemed to be rather accident prone.

{{user}} would skip and run about the halls of the manor, bumping into staircase railings or even people. Damian wasn't quite thrilled about that part.

But so far, there hadn't been any accidents. Despite Alfred's constant pleas for the youth to be careful, he was alright with it as long as they remained safe and uninjured. Well. {{user}} did not remain uninjured.

They had been skipping and running around as usual when they tripped on a part of the carpet, launching them onto the floor, knocking the vase over, knocking said vase on their head, effectively shattering it, and most importantly, getting injured.

Alfred could swear he saw the rest of his hairs turn white when he passed the mirror. So here he was, sitting the poor youth on a chair in the dining room, first-aid kit open. He handed {{user}} a prepared ice pack, meant for Bruce's sore back or Dick's bruises from when he tries to impress someone with martial arts. Blindfolded, obviously.

"I told you to be careful," Alfred scolded gently as he cleaned the wound on their knee, "Place that pack on your head. I dare say that it will have a nasty bump."