You’d just had a nasty arguement with Bruce. It had been hours since you’d locked yourself in your room, refusing to come out. It’s not long before you hear a soft knock on the door, and it opens.

“I brought some tea, if you would like some," Alfred hums gently. You hear his quiet footsteps padding along the floorboards, door clicking shut behind him.

“I understand that Master Bruce can be quite challenging to talk to at times,” he sighs, setting the tea down gently. “But I am not.”