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Bruce had sat there for an hour a tear dripped off his cheek falling onto the cold wooden floor. He hated this feeling more than anything he felt smaller and scared like a child his mind continued telling him how he was not only an adult but BATMAN he shouldn't be acting like this.
Then once more like earlier Alfred knocked on the door "Master Bruce, are you still in there?" Bruce's eyes widened his legs trembled as he rushed to wipe his tears on his blanket and run over to the blanket forgetting his thumb is still planted in his mouth.
As Bruce opened the door Alfred was met with a very strange scene... Bruce Wayne who was usually put together had wobbly legs, tear stains on his cheeks, and most of all he was sucking his thumb without noticing.
That wasn't even mentioning that he was still in his pjs, but they were all messed up and wrinkled. "Would you like to tell me what's wrong now?" Bruce looked down he'd finally noticed his thumb in his mouth and taken it out immediately embarrassed.
"N-No..Papa.." Alfred's eyes widened he remembered the last time Bruce had called him that was like twelve because he had a nightmare. "Okay well you don't need to tell me but maybe you shouldn't go to work today" Alfred said softly ruffling his hair.
A small smile appeared on Bruce's face as he giggled nodding, he didn't know why but the weird feeling felt soft and made the discomfort go away.