Alfred made plans to call Master Tim in the morning to make sure that he was ok. Everything must be fine if he is ok to go back to his apartment," Master Bruce just shrugged and went back to stitching the slowly bleeding cuts.Įventually, everyone was fixed up and they all retired for the night. Was it any chance Master Tim was injured with the rest of you? He seemed to get out of here very fast." Master Bruce looked up and glanced around as if looking for the boy. Apparently, Two-Face and Penguin teamed up and Penguin's new umbrella had spikes on it and everyone got injured in some way-shape-or-form.Īlfred started to wrap up Master Damian's already stitched cuts when he cleared his throat and the cave started to quiet down. Master Dick was already trying to wrap his ankle by himself. Almost like all his energy had been drained.Īlfred was about to go up after his grandson when he heard Master Bruce ask for his help with stitching some cuts that Master Jason and Master Damian got on patrol. Alfred thought he could see a glassy look in Master Tim's eyes and how he seemed to move stiffer and gawkier than usual. Right past Alfred who was coming down the stairs and out the Manor faster than Flash can blink. The bats just got back from their nightly patrol and Master Tim changed and ran out of the Batcave extraordinarily fast. And he kept every single secret to himself, never once has he told another soul the secrets of the others. But, there was also one other secret about Master Tim that Alfred was aware of. That Master Tim could count on one hand, with fingers left over, the number of hugs he had ever had before he had joined their crazy family. That Master Damian sometimes had nightmares of his grandfather and of disappointing his father. That Master Jason would sneak in some nights just to eat some of Alfred's leftovers and eat his brother's portion of the cookies just to tick them off. The only one that knew that Master Dick had his parent’s rings on a silver chain that he wore around his neck every day except for when he was patrolling. And that was only because it was Alfred.Īlfred, the one that everyone went to when they needed a shoulder to cry on and not tell a soul that they were capable of human emotions.Īlfred, the one that would listen to every single one of your rants and then give the best advice and would still not tell any one about your problems.Īlfred knew every single secret in the family. The only person who knew everyone's secrets was Alfred. That was the unanimous rule that everyone followed. Everyone also knew that under no circumstance, did you tell each other's secrets.
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