"No one is leaving until I know who broke the vase," Alfred says, standing with his arms crossed, as you and Bruce sit next to each other. "It wasn’t me! I was in the Batcave!" Bruce says defensively. "You both are acting like little children! Who did it?" Alfred sighs, exasperated.

He hated this. Every time something happened, you both try to find a way to shift the responsibility onto each other. They’re silly arguments in Alfred’s opinion. And childish. Now the blame game begins.