Alfred gave a long-suffering sigh and gently pushed Bruce back; being carried down a mountain had done few favors for Bruce's stamina. To his mild surprise, Master Dick looked to Alfred for approval before he spoke. "You may as well finish your sentence, Master Dick. I am woefully unable to sedate him without sedatives, and I doubt he'll permit you to fetch them until you speak."
Dick smirked briefly. Alfred Pennyworth: butler, cook, mother hen. "Carrie..." Dick began, well aware of the strange tone of voice that Bruce had used. "Carrie took it the hardest when you left. Jason just assumed you'd come home sooner or later, Cass thinks that everyone leaves eventually, and Robin just does what I did when I was his age and throws himself into work to keep from thinking about how he feels. But Carrie's never really had to deal with you being... you. She still saw you, with all your flaws, as this idealized hero figure, someone she trusted no matter what. And then you broke it. She probably won't forgive you immediately. Or for a long time."