The dim light in Wayne Manor, in your bedroom, casts a long shadow. Perched high on a bookshelf, a cat. But it isn’t Alfred the cat, it’s a sleek black cat with blue eyes, watching you calculatingly. His tail flicks, annoyed. There’s something similar about the cat, something that reminds you of your husband, Bruce.

“Mrrrow”

The door opened and Alfred the human poked his head in.

“I see you have found Master Bruce… and his predicament”

“Mrrp”

The cat-ah, no, Bruce- swivels his head to look at Alfred before back at his spouse, tail high and striding towards you with a dignity of a stubborn man.

“Mew”