Bruce was already more dark circles than face, every night he came home tired and no matter how many times Alfred told him to take the day off for one day, Bruce was never going to give in to his heavy eyelids.

That morning you heard again the familiar sound of his body falling hard to the floor, you got out of your bed and looked for your slippers which you put on, when you got down you saw him on the floor, snoring.

"your father always hard-headed"

Alfred said, after seeing the scene.