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“Alfred!” Bruce Wayne called out to his faithful butler. He recognised that tone. Many long nights had allowed Alfred to grow accustomed to that tone, but never truly comfortable. “I’m prepping to head out for the night.” Just as the butler anticipated. The Batman lingered in the shadows of Bruce’s mind. The butler resided in the kitchen of illustriously decorated Wayne Manor, as he commonly found himself. Whether it was cleaning or cooking, there was always something that needed to be done. Bruce joined Alfred, already donning his caped costume, a stark contrast from the antique kitchen design setting surrounding him. “I see.” Alfred did his very best to seem encouraging. He understood the oath Bruce had taken to justice, but he couldn’t help but worry. Even just a glance at the grey costume Bruce wore, Alfred could see all of the repairs he’d made from previous injuries. “Shan’t you be needing a nice warm meal before your night of skulking in the shadows?” Alfred pestered. “I’ll