"I fear that young Master Dick has not been sleeping." Alfred said as he set down the silver coffee tray next to Batman's massive keyboard. Bruce glanced over with a grateful nod. He was in his full suit, save for his cowl that was pulled back off his head.

Alfred continued. "Lately he has grown unusually quiet and has developed bags under his eyes. I do not believe he is well."

"He's grieving Alfred." Bruce said, eyes on the screen, gloved fingers tapping furiously across the keys.

"Yes, sir. And he seems to be doing so alone."

Bruce eyed Alfred sharply. The typing stopped. "And what is it you want me to do?"

"I think," he said leveling a kind expression at Bruce. "That our young friend needs to be reminded he is not alone."

"He knows that already." Bruce said. "We've discussed my parents." It was weak and he knew it was weak.

Alfred, clearly unimpressed, remained standing to the side of the Bat Computer.

"Sir, I believe that young man is experiencing nightmares. Just as you once did." A pregnant silence dropped itself between them. Alfred let it sit just long enough and then added "And for those, if I may say, you had me."

Bruce leaned over the desk and rubbed a hand over his eyes.

"Alfred, I'm not like you."

Alfred stepped up and placed a gentle hand on Bruce's shoulder. "Thankfully that is not required." He said with a smile. "The boy needs you. While all this excitement over Batman and his training have managed to distract him, it has only been a month since that child witnessed his parents' death in front of him."

Bruce sighed. "I guess I've let myself forget why he's even here. He's so cheerful all the time."

"Indeed he is."

Bruce smirked to himself. "So much energy."

Alfred proceeded to pour a coffee for him.

"Where is he now?" Bruce asked, thoughtful as he watched the tendrils of steam twist into the air.

"Last I checked he was outside engrossed in the telescope. He has quite the affinity for astronomy."

Bruce frowned a little. "He should be in bed."

"Indeed." Alfred said with no attempt to conceal the sarcasm.

Bruce took a sip coffee and glared at him. "Point taken, Alfred."