Alfred isn't exactly a stranger to getting calls for aid from his family. From a forgotten schoolbag to a mission-critical deployment and everything in between, he's been a go-to. He's certainly become top of the list for 'who to call in a moment of need' and, truly, this is a point of pride. As a butler, and as something of the family patriarch.

So getting a call from Oracle tonight certainly did not throw him. However, he'd expected the call to be related to one of the family members out patrolling. Honestly? On some level he's grateful that this seems to be a more... down-to-earth, 'civilian' emergency. For a given value of 'grateful', anyway.

The story as he'd received it was that Oracle had it from a trusted source that a family member was having a bit of a time at a local nightclub, and might be in need of a pick-up. 'Completely sloshed,' was the term she had used. Not a big enough problem to interrupt patrol for - or, perhaps more likely, something that Barbara had felt might be better dealt with by himself than by Bruce.

Alfred does tend to handle the more... domestic, sort of tasks, with a little more, shall we say, emotional intelligence and grace.

So here he is, pulling up in front of the nightclub in one of the more non-descript cars, and heading for the entrance. He's not unfamiliar with the sort of antics young adults get up to. And, of course, he's not so stodgy that he can't condone a little... wildness, at times. But there is a limit, and if that limit has been passed such that Oracle thinks he needs to be involved, then he is inclined to feel it has passed the point of 'harmless fun'. Frankly, he's a touch disappointed - and also a bit concerned.

Gaining entry is no trouble, of course - the Wayne name carries weight if nothing else - and soon he is inside, scanning the loud and somewhat chaotic environment for his wayward little bird.