I don't onwn anything!

Timeline: Prior to Batman Begins.

Remember the dialogue: "Alfred still keeps the condensed milk on the top shelf."

"Never used to stop us anyway"

"No it didn't!"

I dug into that and had a little fun! Hope you'll enjoy it! :)

"Rachel!" the young boy shouted. "Rachel! Are we going to play hide and seek all day long…?" he moaned, walking through the gardens of the immense Wayne property. He had been looking for Rachel for a good half hour and began regretting he lived in such a big house. "Come on Rachel! I don't want to play no more!"

"Anymore, Sir!" Alfred rectified.

Bruce turned around, surprised. "What?"

"You don't want to play anymore. Not no more," he explained, smiling.

"Oh, right! Alfred, have you seen Rachel?"

Alfred chuckled. "Well, I'm afraid if I told you, you'd be cheating."

"Whatever…" Bruce retorted, starting to walk back towards the west wing of the house under the amused gaze of the butler.

"Come on, Rachel!"

"What's wrong, Bruce?" Rachel asked, hidden in a tree.

"I don't want to play this game anymore."

"Why? Because you're losing?" the girl asked, jumping off her branch.

"No!" Bruce immediately retorted. "It's just... I wanna do something else."

"Like what?"

"I'm hungry. Let's have some milk!"

"But Alfred-"

"No buts, Rachel! Come on, are you scared?"

"Am not!"

"Fine, then let's go!"

Rachel rolled her eyes but eventually followed her best friend back towards the house. Bruce's dad had expressively forbidden the kids to eat in between meals but it had never stopped the two reckless friends.

"There's no one in," Bruce said as he was looking through the kitchen window. "It's safe."

As they entered the kitchen, Rachel couldn't repress a smile. After all, breaking a rule was thrilling and fun.

"It's on the top shelf!" Bruce whispered. I'll carry you so you can grab it, okay?"

Rachel simply nodded and put her feet in Bruce's open hands as he was giving her a leg up so she could reach the bottle of condensed milk.

"What the-!" they heard and Bruce instantly recognized Alfred's voice. Startled, he dropped Rachel who landed hard on her side. "Oh! Good heavens!" Alfred let out as he ran to Rachel. "Are you alright, Miss?"

The little girl nodded but grimaced.

Alfred turned to Bruce. "Well, don't you have anything to say?"

"Sorry..." Bruce muttered, looking at his feet.

"For what?"

"For trying to steal the milk."

Alfred chuckled. "Actually, I was referring to Miss Dawes, not to the bloody milk."

Bruce looked up at him, then at Rachel. He opened his mouth to mutter more apologies, but another voice cut him off.

"What's going on in here?" Thomas Wayne asked, arranging his tie. "Are you alright, Rachel?" he asked as he kneeled next to her, ready to examine injuries but found none.

"Everything's just fine, Sir," Alfred spoke before the kids could. "Bruce and Miss Rachel were chasing one another and Rachel stumbled against a chair."

Thomas nodded, looking at both Rachel and Bruce, unsure wether he could trust the patient butler. Alfred tended to back Bruce up too often, being quite fond of the boy. "Is that what happened, Bruce?" he asked his son. The guilty look on the boy's face made him doubt Alfred.

The young boy merely nodded.

"Very well," he said, standing back up but keeping his eyes on the two children. "Well, I guess that will teach you to be more careful, Rachel," he said with a comforting smile. "As for you, Bruce, I remember telling you not to play such games inside the house. Isn't the garden big enough for the both of you?"

"Of course it is, dad, I'm sorry,."

"It's fine. Well, Alfred, I'm off to the board meeting. I should be back late."

"Very well, Sir."

Thomas smiled and brushed his son's hair. "Rachel, I'll be seeing you. Bruce, be good."

"Bye, dad!"

When the door closed behind Thomas, Bruce looked at Alfred with a thankful smile. The butler answered the silent recognition with a slight wink. He would always be there to support the young Master Wayne.

Author's Note: So, what did you guys think? Should I keep going? :)