Hearing Bruce come into the kitchen, Alfred kept his focus on the dishes, perhaps scrubbing with a little more force than was necessary. He listened to Bruce speaking, seeming to just need someone to voice his thoughts to as he soon left just as suddenly as he had come.<br/><br/>“Glad to talk Master Bruce.” Alfred said to the empty room, reaching over to turn the radio on over the sink, the sound of classical music filling the kitchen soon after.<br/><br/><br/>Dick was almost overjoyed when the woman had come to his room and said he was leaving this place. He was still sceptical but anything was better than this. Quickly putting his few belongings into the bag, Dick followed her to the front desk he had seen when he had been dropped off here. He was directed to wait in one of the chairs until the Commissioner arrived. Now he was nervous. What did the Commissioner want with him? Hadn’t he been the one to leave him here in the first place? As the door opened and the man walked in, Dick was more focused on the man with him.<br/><br/>This had to be a joke.