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Bruce Wayne sat down on the chair by the computer. He winced and grabbed his shoulder. That night hadn't gone very well for him. He had a rough time with the Joker. Alfred walked in with some bandages.

"You said you were injured master Wayne."

"Not severely, but yes. What do you think happened to it?" Alfred took off the armor on Batman's chest and took a look at it. "I'd say you tore a muscle. Possibly fractured something."

"Well I've had worse. I need to get back out there." He tried to stand but Alfred sat him back down into the chair.

"You've been ignoring your injuries far enough sir. You rest for at least a week."

"A week?! Who knows how many innocent people with have been killed by then!"

"Everyone needs a break," Alfred explained, "even Batman."

Bruce sighed. "You're right. I need a vacation. Just for a week."

"Where will you go master Wayne?" asked Alfred. Bruce thought for a moment then said, "New York City."

"May I ask why you choose New York?"

"My father took me there once, remember? It's where I got my first scar. It's also the reason I hate roller skating. It's a good place. I haven't been there since I was a kid. It'll bring back memories."

"When do you suppose you will leave sir?"

Bruce picked up his jacket and began to climb the stairs out of the Batcave. "A.S.A.P." he answered simply.

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"Are you sure you don't need me to come too master Wayne?" Alfred asked as Bruce packed his bags. He'd scheduled his private plane to leave in five minutes. "I'll be fine."

Bruce was about to close the suitcase when Alfred stopped him. He opened it and looked in the bottom. The batsuit was folded at the bottom. "May I ask why you're taking this with you?"

"I'm not planning on using it. But you know, just in case." Bruce closed the suitcase and dragged it down the stairs.

"Just in case? It won't be Gothom you know. Not many of the people there will know who Batman is. Not unless they have visited Gothom City before."
"I'll be fine Alfred, stop worrying so much," he said shouldering on of his bags.

"Do you have everything you need?"

"I said I'm fine, I have everything." Bruce walked out the door over to the plane. He stashed away the bags and was ready to take off. As the plane rose into the sky, Alfred waved farewell, and Bruce waved back.