Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but they own me.
This one is short again, but only a few more chapters to go until the end. Hope you are enjoying it!
Alfred sat in the living room area for the first time in quite awhile. Master Bruce had not made any attempt to contact him and Alfred was beginning to think he wasn't going to at all. Alfred decided that he would do his best to relax and wait hoping that Bruce would be ok. Ever since Bruce had started these late night "escapades", Alfred worried that there was a chance that he would never go back to being just Bruce Wayne, the real Bruce that is. Alfred was tired of seeing Bruce go through these facades until he lost himself in the game. Maybe, just maybe Alfred prayed, Bruce was in between stages right now. Maybe he was off trying to find who he wanted to be again in a new place and learning how to be himself instead of so many others. Alfred could only hope that for Bruce, for with his charge, nothing was ever a guarantee.
With his feet up and resting, Alfred decided to turn on the television to see the late edition of the news. As he was gong through the various channels he saw a piece on one of Dr. Crane's men. It was such a sad situation, Alfred thought shaking his head. A man so young, probably Master Bruce's age, to have it all end for him like it did. Alfred closed his eyes and said a prayer for the man and prayed Bruce would get home safe.