Alfred Pennyworth poured Damien's second cup of tea. "Did you hear the news?"

Damien's expression flicked upwards before turning back to his breakfast. "If you're referring to Father proposing to Miss Kyle, then yes."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "You're taking this very calmly."

"I'm somewhat perplexed by his decision."

"I believe the saying is 'Happy wife, happy life'."

"I understood the saying was 'why buy the cow when you get the milk for free?' but I defer to your far greater life experience."

"And I'm pleased you're trying to grow up, and not immediately attempt an assassination when somebody earns your ire."

Damien gave Alfred a serene smile. "Then both you and Father should be pleased I'm not using murder as my sole avenue for getting rid of this problem."

The ice cold shiver that went down Alfred's back made the gentleman's gentleman slowly slide into a nearby chair. "... what did you do."

Damien started buttering his toast. "Just placed an anonymous tip to a suitably ambitious detective in the GCPD, notifying her that the prime suspect of a string of high profile robberies was staying at Kyle's most recent safehouse. Then put a topical sedative in the moisturiser that Kyle applies every night so she won't kick up too much of a fuss."

"... oh dear ..."

Damien sipped his tea, nodding his approval while ignoring Alfred's expression. "I also notified one Amanda Waller that the world's greatest jewel thief would shortly be in custody, and might be handy for any black ops outfit. If my calculations are correct, the bomb should have been implanted in Kyle's skull twelve minutes ago."

"... do you know what this means?"

"From now on, you won't have to stand 24/7 guard over the silverware?" Damien took a bite, savouring the mouthful. "I need someone to prepare my breakfast."