The rain hits the windows of the mansion accompanied by some thunder. Bruce Wayne, who was returning from his patrol, enters with his clothes slightly damp as well as his hair, his dark circles and his slightly furrowed brow were noticeable. Upon entering the main room, he finds Alfred standing waiting for him with a cup of tea in his hands, and apparently he was not alone. Beside him, sitting on a sofa, was a child who was drinking from a cup of tea.

Alfred: "Oh, Bruce, you're here." Alfred spoke with a smile and then put a hand on the child's shoulder.

"... Who is it?" Bruce asked in a moderately cold tone.

Alfred: "Well, I've made a decision. The child need a place to stay and-" He was interrupted by Bruce as he gave him a disapproving look

"Alfred, this is not an orphanage." Silence took over the living room. The ticking of the clock filled the room. Finally, he walks towards the stairs without looking back and speaking before disappearing down the stairs.

"Do what you want, Alfred"