"Well Alfred," Bruce said as yet another woman left him a message that basically told him that his children were demons. "It seems like Bruce Wayne's children are more effective of a woman repellant than his apparent idiocy."

"Those women believed they would have free reign of you fortune, or so I'm told, Sir," Alfred replied, "Your children, they find, are not worth all your billions."

"And what do you think Alfred?" Bruce asked, knowing full well what the older man's reply would be.

"One man's trash, as they say Master Bruce."

"Of course Alfred," Bruce chuckled.

"The children, if I may say so bluntly Master Bruce," Alfred said. "The children are worth far more than your billions."

Bruce smiled. Alfred was more than just the family butler, he was family, and his input was very much appreciated. There were times that Bruce doubted his decision to take his children in, but Alfred never wavered.

"Why the damage Master Damian alone does around the Manor and the training equipment has to equate to more than a couple of billions given enough time."

And Alfred had a certain charm that was uniquely his own.