Alfred smiled when Bruce agreed to go talk to his father with him. Following the boy out, he walked to the study where he knew Thomas still was from the angry mutterings he could hear behind the closed door. The butler noticed that Bruce had stopped, obviously not wanting to go in and face the man again this soon, so taking the initiative, Alfred knocked on the thick wooden doors himself, waiting a moment as the faint reply of "Busy!" ran out before turning the handle and opening the doors anyway.<br/><br/>Striding in Alfred's eyes never left those of Thomas Wayne as he stepped before the desk littered with papers once again. He could feel Bruce behind him but didn't want the man before him to blame his son.<br/>"Master Thomas, we need to discuss a most urgent matter regarding your son." At this Alfred stepped aside so Bruce could see his father who had angrily dismissed whoever was on the other end of the phone and hung up. Thomas sat down in his chair, hands folded on the desk, and eyes trained on Bruce.<br/>"What is it?" The question was directed at the boy but Alfred intervened.<br/>"It has come to my attention that you have been quite harsh with Master Bruce as of late." Thomas' eyes briefly flickered from Bruce to Alfred and back again.<br/>"I may have been, but what is this about? We already discussed this in the car." Alfred looked to Bruce, silently urging the boy to speak to his father, but not trying to pressure him either.