Alfred slowly followed Bruce inside, closing the door behind him and noting how loud they sounded against the unnatural quiet that had settled over the building. He had seen Bruce heading towards the living room and debated whether or not he should give the boy some time alone or not. Deciding against it, at least for now, Alfred entered the large room and proceeded to light a fire to try and provide some warmth. When he stood, Alfred was caught off guard by the boy's question. Standing with his back still to him, Alfred sighed. He couldn't say yes for fear that the opposite would be true, but he couldn't say no either, Bruce didn't need any more negativity today.<br/><br/>"I don't know Master Bruce." Alfred finally answered, turning to face the boy. He sat next to Bruce on the couch. "But Gordon will do all he can to try." Alfred watched Bruce for a few moments before pulling the boy into a hug. Holding back his own tears, Alfred silently mourned the loss of the Waynes as he held their son. He vowed that he would look after him, no matter what. He had to stay strong for Bruce.<br/><br/>Pulling away slightly so he could look down at Bruce, Alfred asked, "Would you like to have some dinner?" He would understand if he didn't, but he had to try.