Alfred had not expected to come into custody of another child. But, after a few unfortunate events, his grandchild was coming to live with him. He was not complaining, of course; they were a good kid.

Gotham was far different to England. The move couldn’t be the most comfortable, he was sure. The dark, dreary atmosphere was enough to depress any newcomer — let alone those who had already suffered misfortunes beforehand.

He knocked softly upon the door, pausing for a moment. He pushed it open and peered in. A patient smile pulled at his lips.

“Hello, my dear. How are you settling in?”