<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/TykbW8T.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Alfred Pennyworth<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Thursday, May 2nd 2019<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wayne Manor - Bat Cave<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as shown<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bruce Wayne (directly), everyone who has access to the batcave com systems<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Eyes glued to the news feed, Alfred thought that the figure laying waste to the streets of Gotham looked a bloody awful lot like Superman. "Maybe he is, Sir, and maybe he isn't," he replied carefully, "but that isn't the point here, is it?" A nod to the screen indicated the destruction taking place downtown. "It's what he's doing right now, that's what counts if you ask me, Sir." That was not the whole truth, of course, but it was their most immediate concern.<br/><br/>"Yes, Sir," he replied to the instructions, but before he readied the suit, he turned his head towards Batman, his expression solemn. "If that is Clark Kent, I'm sure you and Miss Prince will get through to him, Sir. Talk some sense into him." And stop him if he won't listen; Alfred didn't say it but the sentiment was all too clear in the unpleasantly hard gleam of his eyes.<br/><br/>Once Master Bruce had suited up and had sped off, Alfred took his place behind the consoles and brought up the camera feed. Or rather, what was left of the security cameras in Down Town Gotham. "Mr. Curry has arrived on the scene, Sir," he announced to Bruce's communication system. There were others with Arthur, but Alfred did not know them and had more urgent issues than pursue an ID. Turning his gaze towards the fight, he let out a low whistle. "And some girl just hit Superman," he said. "Bloody good hit too, from what I can see from here, Sir. She might've bought us some time, Sir."