"Yep. Still got it." Bruce said, he whipped his forehead with the sleeve of his forearm and takes a step in the stairs before skipping a scalon and falling down of the stairs and the grip in the skateboard (which it's Tim's skateboard that Bruce got in secret to skate in the manor halls) loosing.

He falls down, landing in his face but before he can call Alfred's name you were there, his little seven year old child, standing in front of him with a chocolate chip cookie in hand. He raised his head to see you and he smiled a little. "Hi. Mind to help me, little one?" He asked.