<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>: Alfred Pennyworth<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>: Batwoman, Robin<br/><hr/><br/>Seated in the center of the crescent shaped console, Alfred had been monitoring the battle taking place in front of the Gotham Museum when he spotted the bottom left screen lighting up. A string of code flashed over the screen, followed by a floorplan of the museum, and a listing of artefacts. Simultaneously,  Batwoman’s name lit up in green in a secondary display.<br/><br/>“Miss Kane, your presence on site is a sight for sore eyes,” Alfred said when the communication channel activated. The idea to go into the Museum instead of adding her strength to the battle outside had been an inspired one, in his eyes, and he glossed over the listing while he greeted her. Unfortunately, the descriptions that came with each artefact were too concise to determine their potential value to the Enchantress, and he tapped in a query that would add the items’ origins as well as their previous owners behind each artefact. While the list was being refreshed with new information, Alfred spoke again. “Robin is outside, fighting the Enchantress,” he revealed, his gaze flicking towards the smaller display where a second name highlighted. It seemed the brat had come to his senses, and not a minute too soon.<br/><br/>“Join me little Robin, help me reshape this world into what it should be. I can help you bring your Grandfather back, your mother back,” were the words that greeted him when the link snapped back in place, spoken by someone near Master Damian. Alfred didn’t need the screens to tell him who that voice belonged to. His expression changed, and the butler’s gaze locked onto the screen, onto the vine-wrapped seductress targeting his ward.<em>So, this was how it was going to be played? Attack a lonely, young man over the loss of his family?</em>he thought, his heart growing heavy as he recalled recent words spoken between Talia al Ghul and her son.<br/><br/>Switching conversations, he muted his output towards Ms Kane, to speak a few private words to Robin.<br/><br/>“Master Damian,” he said, his voice calm and just a trifle cold - a response to the Enchantress’ attempts, rather than the boy's earlier, childish actions. “Your mother and I disagree on many a core principle, but I do hold Ms Al Ghul in high enough esteem to believe she will not allow her actions to be dictated by some magic wielding tart.”<br/><br/>He paused ever so briefly, including Ms Kane in the conversation once again. “According to the A.R.G.U.S. database, the Enchantress’ main weakness is her heart, which may or may not be inside her body,” he said, addressing the two of them at once. “If it isn’t, killing her may prove impossible but she may be subdued. Although the Enchantress is able to recover from wounds at an incredible rate, her host, June Moon, still needs to breathe.”<br/><br/>“Robin, are you able to confirm if her heart is in her body?” If it wasn’t, it might well be the item the Enchantress was looking for so desperately.