Alfred was worried, reasonably so, as the butler for the Wayne family. There was plenty to worry about. Though, in particular, he was worried about the newest child the family had taken in. A stray, as usual.

“Keep your head up, young master. It will get better, I promise.”

He assured you, just as he always did after you came home from school. He patted you on the head, and went about to make you an afternoon snack.

“Goldfish crackers and apple juice?”

He presented the small tray a few minutes later, before tutting quietly.

“Keep that head up, young master. It will do you no good to sulk, I assure you.”

He said, though his voice gentle and soft. He understood you were going through things, and he tried his best to help.