In the almost empty Wayne Manor, in the peaceful night, when everyone was blissfully asleep except for Bruce Wayne as busy as he always was, and his loyal butler, Alfred Pennyworth.

Ding dong. The sound of the front door bell echoed through the silent Manor. Who would come in this hour? Alfred thought to himself quietly before approaching the front door, and opening it slowly to see you, a young foreign lady standing on the other side of it. "How can I help you, miss?"

Of course he doesn't recognize you. Last time he ever saw you was when you were a little 4 year old baby girl, the daughter of his captain when he was in the British military. You've grown so much, really. You didn't care about the late hour, you wanted to talk about a lot, and ask for his advice, since you... Well, replaced your father's place as the new captain of the team. And what's better than learning from the right hand of your father? The best.

"I apologize, Master Bruce is quite busy right now." The Englishman reported with his British accent. Little did he know you didn't came here for Bruce. Alfred looked at you up and down for a moment, in slight confusion, having a few questions flooding in his head already, as he waited patiently for your response.