Dick woke up disoriented. Sitting up quickly he searched the room with his eyes, trying to remember where he was. As it all came flooding back, he leaned back, tears running down his face. A few minutes passed before the boy made a decision. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and dropping to the floor in a crouch, wincing slightly as he irritated his ankle once more, Dick made his way for the door. It didn't take long to feel lost. Upon entering the hallway, Dick was faced with a seemingly never ending hallway of doors that led to who knows where. Choosing a direction at random, the boy quietly, and carefully picked his way down the stairs. It was here that he froze, hearing the sounds of someone moving not too far away.<br/><br/>Alfred had been in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Taking note of the time, the butler wiped his hands off and went to check on the boy who should have woken by then. He was a little surprised to find the child in the hallway, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. Stopping a few steps away, Alfred held up his hands to show he had nothing in them.<br/><br/>"Good morning." The butler smiled. "I'm not going to pull anything, but would you like some breakfast?" He asked, seeing the child's hesitation.<br/><br/>Dick was hungry, but he wasn't sure he could trust this man after last night. His eyes darted between the doorway the man had come from, and the man himself.<br/><br/>"Come now, I won't see you hungry when there's something I can do about it." Slowly, Dick approached the man until he was a step or two away. Smiling, Alfred led him into the kitchen and set about making up a plate for the child. He didn't care what Bruce would say, he wasn't going to let the child starve.<br/><br/>As the child ate slowly, always watching Alfred and looking ready to bolt, Alfred went about cleaning up the kitchen before going to wake up Bruce.<br/><br/>"I'll be but a moment." He assured the child before slipping out of the room.<br/><br/><br/>Once the butler had reached Bruce's room, he threw open the curtains, letting the sunlight in.<br/><br/>"Good morning Master Bruce, breakfast is on the table and coffee is ready, sir." Alfred said as he approached the door to let Bruce get ready. Pausing in the doorway, Alfred turned his head to look at Bruce over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"And if you say a word, know you'll be dealing with much more than just Commissioner Gordon today, sir." With that, Alfred once more descended to the kitchen, offering a smile to the child who appeared to have not moved a muscle since he had left.