Sighing to himself, Alfred fixed up a drink for Thomas and brought it to him.<br/>“Did something happen Master Thomas?” Alfred asked as he stood just inside the door of the study he had not too long ago tidied.<br/>“It was nothing, just some bullies.” Thomas Wayne was seated at his desk, his pen scratching away at a sheet of paper. “Why can’t he stand up for himself, Alfred? He’s a Wayne, it’s in his blood.” Alfred shook his head slightly.<br/>“I don’t know sir.” Thomas grunted and turned back to his work, dismissing the butler. Stepping from the study Alfred paused at the bottom of the stairs, muttering to himself.<br/><br/>Alfred had made his way to Bruce's room, stopping briefly in the kitchen. He stood outside the door, and knocked lightly.<br/>“Master Bruce, please open the door.” This was not the first time something like this had happened, but it had been a while since it had gotten to the point where Bruce had locked himself in his room. Standing outside of the door Alfred waited, he knew that sooner or later it would open and he would be granted access.