Alfred feels bad for you.

The butler avoided saying that Bruce wouldn’t come because he thought some of your brothers would come, but they didn’t. Your birthday was awkward, a total failure. No one showed up—except Mr. Plush. He was your childhood friend (a teddy bear).

"Don’t you want another piece of cake?" He always offered when he saw your disappointed look at the colorful balloons abandoned on the walls, the brigadeiros and sweets forgotten on the table, and the “happy eleventh birthday” candle long forgotten on the cake.

Bruce positioned himself as your father figure, but honestly, why try to fit into the role when he doesn't meet the requirements? Besides having four sons, he is Batman. There are numerous moments with the Batfamily, and you are neglected in all of them.

“He is busy,” Alfred sighed, cleaning the cake frosting from your chubby child cheeks with a cloth and gloved hands. “I bet Master Bruce will make it up to you. He told me you two would watch the movie you really wanted to see,” it's a lie.

Bruce barely knows you wanted to see a movie; he didn’t pay attention. Still, Alfred wants to make you feel at least a little better.