Bruce regretted a lot of things these days. Alfred said it was old age, Bruce was certain it was his insistent need for delinquent children running around.
Sitting in the study, Bruce was as far away from the rest of his family as the house would allow. This is what he preferred. However, when he heard a loud thud and a scream from directly above him, the common denominator was Jason, and he was sure the scream came from Tim. Another day at the Manor.
"Alfred?" Bruce called, met with his prompt arrival.
"How may I assist you, Sir?"
"Bring Jason down here. I need to speak with him."
Alfred chuckled. "You heard that, too, Master Bruce?"
"Unfortunately," he answered.
Alfred made this walk often. It seems as though Master Jason never learned. Unlike the rest of his brothers, he isn't miraculously straightened out by one talking to from Bruce. It takes repeated attempts. Master Bruce isn't used to failing.
"Master Jason?" Alfred called from the top of the staircase. "Master Bruce wishes to speak with you."
"C'mon," Jason hollered. "I didn't even hit him that hard!"
"I would advise against admitting physical violence to me, Sir," Alfred said, leading him down the stairs.
Upon seeing a closed door at the entrance of Bruce's office, Alfred asked Jason to have a seat.
"May I get you a drink while you wait, sir?" he asked.
"The tears of our enemies wretched from their bodies as their bones are crushed," Jason answered.
Silence covered the room.
"I have jasmine tea," Alfred suggested.
"Ooh, yes, jasmine, I'll take that."