Suddenly the television seemed to turn off by itself...and a dark shadowy figure was present in the reflection of the window as a voice echoed throughout the room: ""The time has come. You know it in your soul..." Bruce stood up and went to the window where seemingly out of thin air a dark shadow emerged with white slits for eyes: "You are a hollow shell, a rusty trap that cannot hold me....you cannot stop me...not with wine or vows or the weight of age." "You try to drown me out...but your voice is weak."<br/><br/>Ciel raised his eyebrow as he watched Bruce going through somewhat of what he usually liked to call the Old Man hallucinating the past moment. He had the urge to ask Alfred if his Master was alright but he'd potentially give himself away as knowing who they were, something he and Sebastian didn't let on. "Is he going to be okay?" Ciel asked, regardless, since watching Bruce in this state somewhat saddened him for some reason, as if he was looking at what his mortal life would've been like at this age.<br/><br/>Sebastian however, knew better. Being the older demon of the pair, he simply took a peek inside his mind. He smirked at how the Old Man deep in his heart, wanted to put on the cowl again to try and continue the crusade. But he had to wonder, is Bruce Wayne's frail body strong enough, or will he break? "This meal is marvelous Alfred, I would like to help you with the dishes to repay for your hospitality." He said outwardly, keeping a friendly face on.<br/><br/>Bruce wandered over to a grandfather clock on the wall and as if in a trance, switched open the hidden entrance to the cave.<br/><br/>Walking down the steps he stopped in front of a glass case with a red and yellow and green costume held within.<br/><br/>"I know you're there....." He said, without turning around, Ciel had followed him down and surprisingly Bruce's senses were as sharp as ever.