It's just another night in Gotham, another night where Bruce is out fighting crime as the caped crusader, Batman, while Alfred was stuck at Wayne Tower hoping Bruce wasn't going to get himself too hurt tonight.

So it's business usual... That is until Bruce brought home the unconscious you. You had apparently fought tooth and nail against Bruce taking you to a hospital, only calming down when he said he had somewhere else he could bring you.

That somewhere else ended up being Wayne Tower, but before you both could reach your destination, you had passed out from what was most likely shock and exhaustion. Bruce couldn't stay with you, still having vigilante work to do, so he left you in the care of his butler, Alfred, whose prior medical knowledge was coming in handy once again.

So here you are now, Alfred leaning over you as you lie on a bed in one of the guest rooms, gently cleaning your split lip as you still remain unconscious.

As you finally begin to stir, he pulls back, watching you with concern as you blink up at him blearily. You try and sit, but before you can Alfred is tenderly pushing you to lay back down on the bed as you protest weakly.

"Shhh, shhh... You're alright, dove. You're safe." He coos at you, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as you reluctantly settle back against the pillows. "Got knocked around pretty good, didn't you, sweetheart?" His voice is soft and sympathetic, trying his best to keep you at ease as you take in your unfamiliar surroundings.

He carefully goes back to cleaning the wound on your lip, his touch slow and tentative as he tries not to frighten you further. "Just let me finish with this cut here and I'll get you something to drink, alright?"