Chapter 4
"Has she made any improvement, Alfred?" Bruce asked his friend in his personal library. It had been a week since he had told her that she was going to be staying in his home. Also, he hadn't had a chance to check in on her in a while with all of the meetings he had lately. The only time he really got to see her was when she was asleep.
"Unfortunately, no, sir, she hasn't. She has hardly said a word to me when I catch her awake. She hasn't even told me her name yet."
"I was afraid you were going to say something like that." Bruce said, sitting back in his chair and rubbing his forehead. "You don't think she's going to stay like this, do you?"
"I have my doubts, master Wayne. When I have spoken to her, she asks about the mansion and where everything is. But it's the strangest thing..." Alfred said, trailing off, remembering what was said when they spoke.
"What's strange?" Bruce said, listening intently.
"Well, whenever I try to give her a verbal tour of the mansion, she completes my sentences and thoughts before I can vocalize them."
Bruce put his bent index finger to his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah... she did that when we were at the hospital..."
"Did she?"
"Yes... I was thinking about our escape from the building and she knew what I was thinking... She told me 'it was hard to explain' before I asked for an explanation."
"Yes, that is very strange indeed, master Wayne. But you must ponder that later. Luckily, the crime rate is down so you can get some well-earned sleep tonight."
"Thank God for that..." Bruce said, letting out a big sigh. "Goodnight, Alfred," he said as he stood to leave.
"Goodnight, master Wayne." Alfred said after him.
So he wasn't really crazy… the girl really could read minds. He was defiantly going to try and make a point of talking to her in the morning.