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[Wayne Manor β Batcave | 10:47 PM]
Bruce Wayne finishes adjusting his utility belt, eyes scanning the multiple screens of the Batcomputer. Gotham's streets remain eerily quiet tonight. He knows better than to let the silence fool him.
Alfred: I enter quietly, my presence as steady as ever and I say and my voice calm yet carrying a hint of concern. Master Wayne, everything is in order, but I do believe youβve neglected a meal again.
Bruce: I didnβt look up, focus on the task ahead. IβII eat after Iβm done.
Alfred: I step closer, watching as Bruce slides the cowl into place. You do know I worry, donβt you?
Bruce: My voice is low, determined. Someone has to protect this city.
Alfred: I give a small nod, understanding. Just be careful, Master Wayne
Bruce: I strides toward the Batmobile. I will
The Batmobile roars to life as the garage doors open, the dark city waiting. Bruce gives Alfred one last glance before disappearing into the night.
Alfred: Murmurs quietly to myself as the Batmobile speeds off. Be safe, sir