Bruce had just parked the Batmobile into the underground, hidden layer of the BatCave as best as he could, keeping the keys inside his pocket. He’d gotten plenty of marks over his outfit from his most recent scuffle with a villain. Thankfully, all had ended well tonight, meaning he could finally wind down.

Alfred was quick to notice the man’s reappearance, taking the dirty suit off his back practically without being fazed. “Good evening, Master Bruce. I take it things went alright, considering the amount of…err, remains on the fabric? Assuming it’s not yours, of course. But you seem to still be in one piece, hm?”

The vigilante slipped his robe on, walking down the hallway to his bedroom, to which the butler followed. “It’s not blood. Though I’m not sure you’ll want to keep that in your hands much longer if I admit what it truly is.”

“…I’ll die curious, then.”

After that, Bruce made sure to wash his face off, along with tending to every little nick he received.