<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Alfred Pennyworth<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Wednesday the 1st of May 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wayne Manor - Hallway, Kitche, Dining Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as shown<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Selina Kyle, Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Icon (directly), everyone.<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alfred chuckled at Selina's reply and gave her a reassuring nod. "The dining room. Yes, miss," he replied, and it was only the memory of the unhappiness in her voice that kept him from shaking his head at the thought that she'd have to face her troubles alone. It had not always been so, and he remembered a time when he would have received such news with pleasure. Was this still a reality wherever she had come from? The thought bothered him, but he found some reassurance in knowing that she had trusted them enough to come here.<br/><br/>"And it is good to see you too, Master... Flash," he greeted the young speedster. "I see you have met young Master Damian Wayne." With or without their help, Alfred readied the refreshments for the meeting, talking to Barry as he worked. "Master Bruce is in the dining room, Sir. I am not aware of others arriving yet, but it wouldn't surprise me if more will show." And a good thing it was, too. It showed that the Justice League was alive and vigilant, ready to respond to the threats made against their world.<br/><br/>He caught a glimpse of Diana Prince when she looked in, but she was gone before he could address her, moving with purpose. It was not long before he saw her again, in the company of Bruce Wayne and Victor Stone this time. Even before he brought in the refreshments, he heard Bruce's voice coming from the room, and it took every ounce of his self-control to keep his expression neutral. He had known Bruce too long to not know what this meant: trouble was coming, and not just any kind of trouble. No, this was the kind you spelled with a capital T, the kind that meant scars and injuries that were slow to heal.<br/><br/>"Right," he said, straightening the lapels of his suit after several minutes of turmoil when everything seemed to happen all at once. "A pleasure, Mister Icon," he added, sounding unruffled and very British. "Tea? Something else?" One by one, he made sure those who wanted refreshments were supplied with their beverage and food of choice, while avoiding interruptions of the meeting with a skill known only to butlers and other masters of stealth and discretion.<br/><br/>If Selina wanted to talk to Master Bruce and him, Alfred would gladly make himself available but judging from the serious expressions on the faces around him, he suspected that other matters would take priority. When the time came, he would lend his ear and offer advice when asked. It was not up to him, though, and he left it to the younger man to confirm or deny her request.<br/><br/>Alfred listened to Miss Prince's explanation about her most recent findings and nodded to himself when Master Wayne had made his speech, a faint smile on his lips. It was good to see Bruce in a position of leadership without the need to fall back upon a mask and an aura of fear. Yes, Bruce had come a long way, and seeing him like this never failed to make feel proud. He saw Bruce lean in towards Diane, lips moving in a whisper, and that too drew a smile before he turned away to refill a glass and put a pile of sandwiches before Barry Allen while the young man spoke and the last bite of the last slice disappeared.<br/><br/>When the conversation seemed to die down, Alfred turned to Bruce. "If you'll excuse me, Sir, I'll prepare the extra rooms for our guests," he said, disappearing to do just that after Bruce had given his consent.