<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 - Foyer<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as shown<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Bruce Wayne (mentioned: Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle)<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>Alfred had not considered the possibility of an alternative universe, but once the option was on the table, he thought that Master Bruce most likely had the right of it. It explained the young woman’s odd behaviour as well as her familiarity with the manor.<br/><br/>He remembered the evenings when they had talked about the possibility of there being more than one universe. Lucius had been there, adding his sharp intellect to theirs, and they had talked until the night had become morning. Those had been, Alfred reflected, good times. Quiet, peaceful times. To see their suspicions confirmed, however, seemed to herald an end to the quiet. He thought he would have been excited to see proof after all their theorizing,  but he had a fleeting impression of a shadow approaching, and all he felt was caution.<br/><br/>“I suspect we shall find out, Sir,” Alfred replied and added drily, “considering the volume of her voice, the young lady appears quite determined to share her reasons with us.”<em>Whether we’re interested in hearing them or not.</em><br/><br/>When Bruce turned to him, Alfred stopped and gave him his full attention as he listened. An interesting night? That was putting it mildly, and the corners of his mouth curled upwards in a faint amusement that vanished when Bruce spoke again. “Tell me Alfred, who would you deal with first? Your younger time displaced Ex? Or would you deal with your wayward son who’s been helping the league of assassins?” The question caught him off guard and Alfred fought to keep his expression neutral, regarding the other man thoughtfully. There was so much that could be said, that nothing felt right, and although his heart rejected the words ‘wayward son’, he could not deny that Damian’s actions justified them. It was hearing Bruce say them that hurt, and his heart ached for father and son.<br/><br/>“What I’d do, Sir?” he echoed, keeping his tone light but firm. “I’d make us all a cuppa tea, Master Bruce, and then we’d sit down as a family, to hear what miss Kyle has to say.” Alfred’s gaze searched the other man’s expression as he waited for a response.<br/>