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Gotham City – Wayne Enterprises – Bruce Wayne's Office
The resident playboy of Gotham City currently sat at his desk, his sight changing between the display on the screen as well as the print outs held in his hand and those scattered across his desk. He was dressed in a pinstripe Valentino suit and a pair of non-prescription reading glasses. He suddenly heard a buzz on his intercom.
"Yes Janine what is it?" asked Mr Wayne not looking up from the various reports which the heads of each department had sent him.
"Mr Wayne, your limo has arrived to take you to the airport" came the soft voice of his secretary Janine from over the intercom
"Airport? I was not aware of any over seas meetings this month"
"It for the wedding of Mr Richard Grayson this weekend in the alp as the Wayne winter home, you RSVP'd and Alfred had advised me to reschedule all of your meeting for the next week" responded Janine.
Should have known Alfred would have his hand in this thought Bruce as he quickly responded to Janines last statement. "Oh of course, it must have slipped my mind. I trust Lucious is aware?"
"Of course Mr Wayne" responded Janine
Bruce then promptly shut down his computer and tidied an filed away the various reports. Before gathering up his brief case and exiting his company. As he walked through the large revolving doors of Wayne Enterprises he was greeted by the sight of his butler, long term friend and surrogate father Alfred Pennyworth who today had taken on the duty of his chauffeur. Bruce greeted him politely and entered the car to hear Alfred close the door behind him.
Bruce patiently waited for Alfred to enter the drivers seat and close the door before speaking. "Nice touch Alfred, going behind my back to organise this little trip"
"Well to be quite frank Master Bruce, I knew that you would forget about the wedding or somehow rationalise that your time would best be spent here in Gotham. You seem to forget sir that I know you better than you know yourself"
"True Alfred, however isn't this the wrong way to Gotham International airport?" asked Bruce as he looked out of the tinted windows of the limo, noticing that they were in fact driving back to Wayne Manor.
"Did you even read the invitation sir?" asked Alfred as he raised his eyebrow questioningly
"No, Janine informed me that the tragic day was this weekend and that it was in the French Alps"
"All true, however the main bulk of the guest are from the league and the titans sir. For appearances sake I believe that it would be best for Bruce Wayne to take a detour to the Bahamas by private plane and Batman to take the batwing to the wedding"
"Alfred you devious fox, what would I do without you?" asked Bruce as a cocky smile appeared on his face
"I would be surprised if you could find your socks" responded Alfred, who offered a triumphant smile in return. " An please do not try an ruin this moment for Master Grayson, Kori is a wonderful young woman an with all that he has been through I believe he could use some happiness"
"Its not about happiness Alfred, its about the mission. He knows as well as I that people who get close are a target for our enemies. Look at what happened to Jason and to Barbara, to get at me by the joker."
"Those are your reasons sir, not Richards. An I do believe that you are underestimating his betrothed, who has put herself in harms way for Richard, her friends and this planet numerous times. I doubt that marriage will bring anything new to the mix."
"Is that a risk you are will to take Alfred? You seen his reaction when we told him Jason was killed. An how we had to restrain him from beating the Joker to death after he shot Barbara. Imagine the loss and pain he would feel if he lost Kori to some maniac? She is just a distraction from the mission, a crutch for him to lean on in an illusion of happiness. I can not condone this wedding."
"As you wish sir, but you will be there to support your son an this is not up for discussion"
"Really?" questioned Bruce at that stern tone in Alfred's voice.
"Indeed, remember I know were you sleep and prepare all of your meals. You would be wise to heed my advice"
"Is that a threat Alfred?"
"Consider it a suggestion" Finished Alfred as he pulled the car into the large expansive garage which housed the various cars and motorcycles which Bruce had collected over his life time. He then proceeded to exit the limo an enter the mansion.
"I will keep it in mind Alfred, but right now. I have a long flight over the Atlantic to prepare for" spoke Bruce as both men walked into the Study, an then entering behind the old grandfather clock to the secluded entrance.
"Your bags are already packed, the flight path is already programmed into the Batwing and the cave in the Alps has been prepared for you arrival" responded Alfred as they descended down the winding stairs to the cave as the motion sensor activated lights come a live.
"You looking rid of me Alfred?" Responded Bruce as he entered one of the changing rooms so get out of his business attire and change into his armour. He didn't dare think of the headlines if a rogue plane spotted Bruce Wayne in the cockpit of Batman jet.
"Well I was planning on having a few of the veterans over so that we could have a wild party an cruise for chicks in one of your cars, perhaps the Ferrari?" commented Alfred as he seen the man who he raised as his own son emerge from the changing room, clad in his kevlar armour, the cowl pulled back to reveal the face of Bruce Wayne.
Bruce stood with a look of confusion plastered over his face, his eyes wide with the eyebrow arched at an angle to symbol his disbelief as to what he just heard.
"I am kidding Master Bruce, but please do try an enjoy yourself an not to create a scene"
"I make no promises Alfred, after all that detour to the Bahamas does sound tempting" came Bruce as he pulled the cowl over his face, his eyes now hidden behind the white lenses as he enter the cockpit of the Batwing.
True to his word, Alfred had his suitcase stored in the small cargo hold of the jet an had allocated the appropriate fuel to reach his destination, all pre-flight checks had already been completed. All Bruce had to do was fly there, he engaged the engines for a vertical take off similar to a harrier jet, before using the thrusters to propel the batwing through the hidden exit in the cave face behind Wayne Manor. Next stop the French Alps.