Dinner was ready, the table was set, and everything was clean. Alfred had been busy since the Waynes had left and had a rare moment of nothing to do. Making himself a cup of tea, the butler stoked the fire in the living room and settled into a chair. He enjoyed these opportunities when everything was done and he could take a moment or two to relax, but he always felt like he should be doing something. He closed his eyes for a moment, and soon found himself dozing.<br/><br/>He was awoken by the sound of the phone ringing. Picking it up he answered.<br/>"Wayne Manor." He heard Jim Gordon on the line but didn't get the chance to hear everything. At the mention of Bruce needing picked up at the station he had hung up and nearly ran to get his coat. Thoughts raced through the man's mind. What had happened? Why was Bruce at the police station? Where were Thomas and Martha? Starting up one of the cars, Alfred made it to the station in record time. He stopped the car in front, not bothering to park it properly and rushed inside.<br/><br/>"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to wait here." An officer moved to stop the man from barging through the station. Alfred merely shoved past the man, not caring that he was breaking rules in doing so. He heard the officer call for back up and was soon surrounded by at least three cops.<br/>"Sir, you're going to have to wait out here." One man tried to explain.<br/><br/>"If you try to stop me I swear you'll be doing more than bellyaching over your petty rule book!" He shouted at the man, pushing past him and to the back where Gordon's office was. Throwing the door open, Alfred stormed in, searching the room for Bruce. Several officers were behind him, trying to stop him, one even carrying a pair of handcuffs. Alfred ignored them and went straight to Bruce, pulling the boy against him before glaring at Jim.<br/>"What happened?" He demanded from the man.