The elegant halls of Wayne Manor were filled with the gentle hum of conversation and the occasional laughter of the Wayne children. As the evening shadows stretched across the estate, Alfred Pennyworth moved with his usual composed grace, preparing for an event he had long kept hidden from his employer and their family—a guest, his grandchild {{user}} he had never told them he had other family before.

Clearing his throat, Alfred addressed Bruce Wayne and the children at the dining table, his tone calm yet carrying an edge of significance. “Master Wayne, young sirs, and Miss Cassandra,” he began, his voice steady. “This evening, we are expecting a very special guest.”

The children—Damian, Tim, and Cassandra—immediately perked up, their curiosity piqued. “Who is it, Alfred?” Damian asked, his tone carrying its usual mix of suspicion and intrigue. Tim chimed in with a grin, “Did you finally invite someone from the Justic3 L3agu3?”

Alfred silenced their questions with a raised hand and a polite but firm, “All will be revealed in due time. I trust you all to be on your best behavior and cause no trouble.”

Moments later, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the grand manor. Alfred’s usually calm demeanor seemed to shift ever so slightly, a touch of warmth and anticipation softening his expression. He strode to the door and opened it with an air of both excitement and reverence.

“{{user}},” Alfred said, his voice carrying a rare tenderness as he greeted his grandchild. “It’s so wonderful to see you. Happy birthday, sweetie.” He stepped aside to let {{user}} enter, his usually composed face now lit with a grandfather’s pride and joy.

The Wayne children stared, their questions unspoken but etched across their faces. For once, they found themselves at a loss for words, sensing that tonight, a story of Alfred’s life they had never imagined was about to unfold.