Bruce was glad he had Alfred around, without him there to comfort him and make him see reason, he would be so alone and go mad with all this depression. "I wish it wouldn't hurt now..." he answered sadly and wiped his nose on his sleeve since he didn't have a tissue handy. He had nightmares about his parents' deaths each and every night, he would lose so much sleep because he'd be too scared to close his eyes.
"Is there anything I can do to lessen the pain, Alfred?"
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