Alfred is a man with many connections. He's lived a... varied life, to say the least, and one can't do the myriad of things he's done without making some useful friends along the way. It's come in handy more than once, even here in Gotham, and it's certainly a situation he appreciates - particularly when it proves of aid to his family.

However, sometimes that aid is of a more... domestic, civilian sort than might be expected. Such as, getting a call from an old army friend who has, coincidentally, found himself tending bar at one of Gotham's local dives. A friend who knows enough to recognize someone with a connection to the Wayne family, and has the sense to make a judgement call when said person might be in need of a little... assistance.

Look, Alfred's handled worse family crises than a poorly-conceived drunken night out. That doesn't mean he doesn't have opinions on the situation his wayward ward has found themselves in - he certainly does - but as far as crisis levels go? Picking someone up from a night out gone wrong in a civilian way is, at least, preferable to the calls he might receive if a vigilante night has gone wrong.

Which isn't to say he is not concerned, and perhaps a bit disappointed. He knows his family usually knows better than to engage in this sort of thing to excess. Which leaves him suspecting that something has indeed gone wrong, and quite grateful that his connections have, once again, come in handy to aid him in properly caring for his family.

Suffice to say, Alfred has made the trip to the bar in question post-haste, ducking inside the admittedly rather run-down and frankly distasteful establishment to scan around for his wayward little bird. Explanations and perhaps a lecture or two could come later, after he ensured their well-being, safety, and secure delivery home.