𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖱， 𝟩:𝟥𝟢 𝖠𝖬．

Recently, your parents — wealthy people, business owners, passed away. Leaving you, {{user}}, a child.

The news was too similar, it gave Bruce Deja vu. Regarding the fact, he was close to your parents — leaving him to feel obligated and wanting to take you in.

He know how it felt — your world to just be stripped of you within seconds. How useless he felt, for gods sake he was 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇!

He’d make it up to you. Treat you with love, that he has always had for you prior.

Alfred felt pity, who wouldn’t? It also reminded him of Bruce, his upbringing.

“Hey kid,” He peeked his head through your new found room.

He saw you look back towards him, his gaze falling on the moving boxes scattered around — he continued.

“How’re you settling in, {{user}}?” He questioned, entering further into your room.