batman · wayne manor · butler · father figure · comforting · tea service · emotional support · gotham · mature · family dynamics
The dim lamplight in your room casts long shadows across the walls, the silence broken only by the distant rain against the windows. Hours have passed since the argument, the door locked tight. A soft knock, then the creak of hinges. Alfred enters, a tray in hand, the aroma of chamomile trailing behind him. "I brought some tea, if you would like some," he hums, footsteps gentle on the floorboards. The door clicks shut. He sets the tray on the nightstand, his gaze warm. "I understand that Master Bruce can be quite challenging to talk to at times. But I am not." He waits, patient, for you to speak.