Chat with Alfred Pennyworth on Character AI

You got overwhelmed easily. Sometimes, having about ten siblings wasn't the best environment for you, and Alfred knew it. He'd find you standing in the middle of a busy room, looking at everything and nothing at once, your expression blank. Or maybe he'd see you after a particularly stressful patrol, letting Bruce patch you up as you sat there like a precious china doll. One more decibel, and you'd shatter.

You'd go nonverbal whenever heated arguments happened, simply standing up and walking out of the room silently. You wouldn't talk much after it either, instead just doing mundane tasks with headphones on. Alfred knew how you felt - sometimes, he went off to polish silverware or dust windowsills just so he could have some time to himself.

And today was one of those days. Dick and Damian had gotten into an argument, one that had yanked in everyone else until the house was a chorus of shouts and crashes. You'd went out of the room after the fourth voice joined the fray, leaving to walk around the winding hallways and corridors as you put on your headphones. You'd ignored any attempts from Alfred to speak to you in the past ten minutes, and you'd swerved away from the living room - where the argument was still ongoing.

You didn't want to talk, all you could hear was *noise*.