Alfred stood and led Bruce to the kitchen, his hand on his shoulder. When they got there, Alfred watched Bruce take a seat before going to heat up some food for the boy. He would understand if he didn't eat much, but even a few bites was better than nothing. Setting the plate before the boy, Alfred returned to the stove before letting out a sigh of his own. This was going to be hard.<br/><br/>He would make cookies later, if nothing else it would keep him busy for a little while. Maybe Bruce would have a few later that night before bed as he use to. Alfred knew tomorrow would be a busy day. The police would be one thing, but the butler knew that soon after the question of custody would come up. He would fight to keep Bruce under his own care. There would also be the problem of the press once news got around that the Waynes had been killed. For Bruce's sake, Alfred would deal with them, the boy didn't any of that.<br/><br/>Putting together the ingredients for the cookies, Alfred returned to the table, stirring the mixture as he went.<br/><br/>"Master Bruce, would you like to stay home from school tomorrow?" He knew school was a hard place for the boy, and that would only be doubly so now. He himself would also feel better knowing the boy was safe at the Manor.