<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>: Alfred Pennyworth (& NPC Richard Grayson)<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre</strong>:<br/><strong>Affiliation</strong>: The Bat Family<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Friday the 2nd of June 2017, 20:10<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Wayne Manor/Bat Cave - visual on: Gotham Central Museum<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: none (mentioning Robin, Atom, Green Lantern, Shazam)<br/><hr/><br/>"<em>I'll take care of it</em>," Robin said, shutting down his connection with the Bat Cave.<br/><br/>Alfred leaned back in his seat and gave the dashboard before him a long, hard look.<em>Brat</em>, he thought, mildly amused. If Master Damian thought to escape his guardian so easily, he still had a lot to learn. Alfred flipped a switch on a panel, and voices came over the speakers. Some of them he recognized, but not all; apparently the GCPD had hired some new recruits. He listened in, and it was only a matter of moments before he had a good idea of what was going on, and more importantly, where.<br/><br/>He sent out a signal to Grayson, and brought up the city grid on one of the displays, zooming in on the Gotham Central Museum. Soon, he heard footsteps behind him. "The Bat Signal went up," Alfred said, nodding towards the screen. "An emergency at the Central Museum. One troublemaker, from the look of it." The butler's voice made it all too clear that he reserved judgment on that particular detail.<br/><br/>"You have reason to believe there are more?"<br/><br/>"From what I hear, she's going through a bloody amount of trouble to get our attention," Alfred pointed out, focusing the camera on the woman and selecting a more or less clear image. "Flipping over police cars?"<br/><br/>"An ambush?" Grayson asked, narrowing his eyes. "Or... A distraction."<br/><br/>"Maybe she is an escapee from the Asylum," Alfred said, sounding unconvinced as he entered the image into the database, looking for a match.<br/><br/>"Another crazy? Maybe" Grayson didn't sound like he believed it either. "Where is Damian?"<br/><br/>Alfred adjusted the camera view, zooming in on Robin's red and greens just as the young man swooped down, blade flashing. He felt the man beside him hesitate, and his heart ached. Master Bruce's death had been hard on all of them. Young Master Damian had lost his father, and he had lost the man he had cared for as a son, but Richard had loved Bruce like a father too and now was faced with the impossible task of proving everyone he was capable as the new Batman.<br/><br/>"Where he's supposed to be," Alfred said calmly.<em>If only the boy hadn't disconnected from the Bat Cave</em>.<br/><br/>"He is still learning," Richard replied. "I should be there with him."<br/><br/>"With all respect, Master Richard, that will teach him nothing, other than that we don't trust him," Alfred said, nodding towards the display. "Besides, he is not alone. It looks as if Dr Palmer and Mr Jordan have arrived."<br/><br/>Grayson raised a brow. "Do we?"<br/><br/>"Trust him?" A hint of steel flashed in the butler's eyes. "That shouldn't be a question."<br/><br/>The other man made no reply but turned towards the display, examining the scene in front of the Museum until Alfred leaned forward, demanding his attention with a tap on the screen.<br/><br/>"The Enchantress aka June Moon, former archaeologist," Alfred said, reading from the A.R.G.U.S database. The two men exchanged a look. Magic changed everything. This could have become a serious problem, if not for the unmistakable presence of Shazam.<br/><br/>"I'll stand by," Grayson decided. "Keep monitoring the situation," he continued, adding further instructions. "And, Alfred, Keep an eye on what happens in the rest of the city. If this is a distraction, we'll teach them it was a mistake, trying that in Gotham."<br/><br/>"I am on it, Master Richard," Alfred replied. If Master Damien had wanted to test his skill, the boy sure had found himself a bloody good target. Now, all he had to do was come home in one piece. Even with the presence of Shazam and the others, Alfred couldn't quite shake off his concern. He had worried each time Master Bruce had gone into battle, and now with Bruce Wayne gone, and the responsibility for his son resting on his shoulders, that worry had increased a thousandfold.<br/><br/>He was getting too old for this.<br/>