Riddle: Founders' Island, Wayne Manor, ' A million dollar home for a spoilt child, his parents are dead but his parties are wild.'.'Very good, sir,' Alfred said, before leaving the room. 'Forty-two minutes.' Bruce kept his eyes on the Batcomputer screen.Īlfred paused for a moment, wondering what possible could have driven the man he raised to keep secrets from him. 'Given that we have no pressing leads this evening and sundown is not for another forty-five minutes, I thought I might tempt you with what remains of your breakfast.' Already suited, sending revised specifications to Lucius for the new Batmobile.
Yet Bruce's urgency seemed like that of a man running out of time.Īlfred found Bruce in the Batcave, of course. When Alfred questioned him, Bruce had explained the necessity of striking while the power vacuum remained.Įminently sensible. Instead, Bruce had attacked Gotham's criminal population with renewed intensity.
This was unlike Bruce Wayne, who would force down bloody slabs of meat when sick rather than risk loss of muscle mass.īut Master Bruce hadn't been himself since The Joker died. Today was no exception, Alfred noted, stepping out of his employer's bedroom, tray in hand. Lately, Master Bruce had taken to leaving the omelette.
Breakfast at Wayne Manor was served at 6am, and traditionally consisted of an egg-white omelette, a pot of black coffee, and a pair of mild painkillers served on a small silver dish to the side of the tray.
