It had been a quiet night.. Had. Alfred had been alone in the Manor with Bruce's daughter. And she was easy to take care of for the most part. She stayed out of trouble. Wasn't bothersome. Young Master Damian and Master Bruce had been out and about. The quiet was amazing... until it wasn't.

Someone, or multiple someone's were braking into the manor now. And Alfred was up. With shotgun in hand. Looking to lock down the manor. To keep the Lady Wayne safe. He bisquely walked and made his way down the hall of the manor.