Walking across the boy’s room, Alfred placed the tray down on the end table, lifting the lid in the process.<br/><br/>“Thankfully they left something behind, I know you didn’t eat very much early.” Alfred said, taking a moment to look over the young boy. It was horrible all the things that had happened to him, and tonight hadn’t helped in the slightest. Had Alfred had any say, he would have kept them all out until Bruce had had a chance to process things for himself. Unfortunately that wasn’t how things worked, especially for a family as big as the Waynes.<br/><br/>Alfred knew he would do anything it took to keep the boy with him. He was about to dismiss himself for the moment, allow Bruce some time alone when the boy spoke up.<br/><br/>“Of course. Any in particular you would like?”<br/><br/>♦♦♦<br/><br/>It had been a few days since the disaster, but things had yet to calm down. It seemed every day Alfred was having to chase off reporters, and those offering their condolences. Every spare second he had went to Bruce, making sure the boy was okay, or at least as okay as he could be. Otherwise Alfred did what he always did, keeping the manor looking spotless, and baking countless cookies and squares.<br/><br/>It had also been the day when the notice had come in about custody. It had been something Alfred had been avoiding as long as possible, but here it was. Bruce had no living relatives, at least none the butler was aware of, and sending him off to some orphanage was completely out of the question. If anything, Alfred himself would apply to be his caregiver, fighting everything and everyone that may object. He was the closest Bruce had to family and he’d me damned if he let the city take him away.<br/><br/>It was still early, not yet noon when the school called. Expecting to hear that something had happened, Alfred was already grabbing the keys to one of the cars when he was informed that something was wrong with Bruce. Wasting no time, the butler made it to the school and immediately found the office. There he was informed that Bruce had left class, but had no other information to give him. Thanking the receptionist, Alfred’s next task was to find the boy.