Alfred watched Bruce leave the room. He didn't know what else to do. Clearing off the table, Alfred dropped the dishes in the sink and began pulling out what he would need for the many baked goods he would need for when the sympathizers came.<br/><br/>The following morning they came. The long driveway leading up to the Wayne Manor was filled with cars of all the families the Waynes had associated with either through work, or at social events. Alfred had been up late the previous night baking all manners of cookies, squares, and pastries which now sat displayed on the long table for the guests to pick at. The butler had made sure Bruce had had a clean suit to wear, and had made sure he was around in case something were to happen. There was no way Alfred was leaving his young master alone with all those sharks.<br/><br/>Clearing plates and making sure things were running smoothly, Alfred kept to the edges of the room mostly, being ignored by the guests who were too interested in gossiping about what would happened to the orphaned billionaire's kid. If anything, Alfred was a great actor, keeping his anger hidden as he refilled glasses and refrained from giving his own thoughts. He made sure to keep a closer eye on Bruce after hearing this. The last thing the boy needed was something like this filling his head.