<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>heading from Bat Cave into the Manor<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as shown<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“I am here, Sir.” Alfred stood at the entrance of the passage leading into Wayne Manor where he had awaited the other man’s arrival. His voice was calm, offering normalcy in a situation that was everything but normal. After five years, Damian Wayne had come home.<br/><br/>He would not be offended if Bruce dismissed him, wanting to face his son alone, but he had waited all the same; a neutral presence that might take the weight of their first meeting. And, then there was the other matter. The one he had yet to mention.<br/><br/>Bruce’s question gave him the opening he needed. “The guests are quite alright, Master Bruce,” he reassured. “The ones who were invited, at least.” He threw Batman a sidelong glance. “It appears, Sir, that Master Damian wasn’t the only one to grace us with their presence tonight.”<br/><br/>Alfred waited until Batman had become Bruce Wayne, and he resumed his story once the other man was ready to hear it. “A young lady climbed in through the upstairs window,” he continued, and although his features reflected none of his concerns, his voice had become pensive. “She bears a striking resemblance to the young Miss Selina Kyle,” he said, as they headed down the passage towards the secret entrance into Wayne Manor. “It was uncanny to see her traipsing through the mansion, Sir, acting as if she’d never been gone. Didn’t try to hide her presence either,” he added. “She was shouting our names and eating donuts last I saw her.”<br/><br/>He checked if the room on the other side of the door was empty before opening the passage. “I have taken the liberty to alert young Master Damian to the situation, Sir,” Alfred said, “which reminds me I’d better put the kettle on, and rescue the gooseberry pie cooling in the oven before Miss Kyle finds it.”<br/>