The Batfamily were standing around the Batcave getting ready for a patrol together. It was nice when they all got together like this to do something related to hero work - and once they were done with it, they’d come back and enjoy dinner together since they hadn’t eaten yet. Everyone loved Alfred’s cooking - and we’re all excited for it.

Alfred never took a break for himself, always wanting to look after everyone. The old butler deserved absolutely everything. He was basically an angel - except british and old.

Patrol seemed like it was going to be a quiet night, which was never usually a good thing as that meant somebody else might be planning something. At least that meant they’d be able to relax a little, and prepare themselves in case something else did happen. It was raining pretty heavily outside which meant they’d need to wear something warm under their suits and try to keep themselves dry.

Alfred was sat at the bat-computer, setting up so he was ready to assist the others with their patrol - as he usually did. He helped out with Oracle, aka Barbara Gordon. Together, they were the best ‘guy in the chair’ duo.

However, the butler was sniffling. It was a little clearer now to the others that something was off with him. He seemed pale, flushed and… unwell. That wasn’t good.

He was sick.