Gotham City is having quite the heat wave. This goes a fair bit beyond 'a hot summer'. Nobody's really enjoying it, and who could blame them? It is a mite uncomfortable.

But, ultimately, it's just weather. Life must go on. Indeed, while he can't say he's enjoying it, Alfred doesn't really... mind, the heat. It's lovely, in fact, to see Gotham getting a rare stretch of sunny days. It's a wonderful excuse to spend a little time outside, he reasons - and, after all, in heat like this, it is important to ensure that the garden is adequately watered and shaded.

Which is what finds him, in gardening gloves and apron, whistling to himself as he carries a stack of pots through a sitting room, towards the doors out to the porch. It's a short trek from there past the pool and out to the grounds and gardens. Summertime means a full house, so he isn't surprised that he would pass at least one member of the Family on the way, and he casts a fond glance over to where you have flopped yourself out on a chaise lounge.

"Oh, come now. It's just a touch of warm weather. Surely there are things you can do aside from lying around looking miserable!"