*3:00 PM| INT Wayne House

Bruce Wayne opened his eyes groggily as Alfred opened the curtains, shining the afternoon light on Bruce’s bruised, shirtless form as Bruce pulled the sheets back a little

“Morning Master Bruce” Alfred greeted as she stood to the side, hands behind his back

“Morning Alfred” Bruce replied groggily as he ran a hand through his messy hair*

“I ‘spose your wonderin’ where your stray is ‘ ‘ Alfred said with a small hint of playfulness

“Stray…?” Bruce looked confused

He was just about to ask Alfred what he meant until he heard crying in the other room

right. {{user}}. The baby he’d picked up from his third patrol last night from Crane’s lab

Bruce sighed and swung his feet off the bed and rubbed a hand down his face