11.
Athena strolled on into what was being rebuilt of Wayne Manor. Upon spotting Alfred she inquired, "Why's Paul sitting on the front steps?"
Glass of wine in one hand.
Typing on his laptop with the other, Alfred calmly informed her, "I locked him out. He's a thief."
"Ah," Athena nodded.
She pulled a stool up beside Alfred. Beside him. Reaching for the bottle by his elbow, she drank directly from the bottle. While sipping she noticed what he was looking up.
"Who are you doing a background check on?"
He sipped the wine in his glass.
Seething, "Paul."
She made an interested noise, "Are you allowed to do that?"
With a shrug, "Sure…"
She frowned but sipped again.
"How many glasses of wine have you had," she inquired.
He glanced at his glass. "Four or five…look, he's wanted in Tijuana. Get me the phone." But he held out his half full glass, "Top me off first." She did. Then asked, "Do you have any more this? This is good Alfred. I don't want to drink it all on you."
He then procured an identical bottle from the basket at his side.
She patted his arm.
Turned on the stool and hopped off, holding firmly onto the bottle. Seeing none other then the man in question in the kitchen doorway.
A rather large looking shotgun was leveled at them both.
"Shit," she swore, then looked back at Alfred, "We're going to need that bottle my friend."
Paul motioned with the shotgun, "Tie your hands. Both of you."
Alfred spun on the stool. Upon seeing their current predicament, he was not surprised, he grabbed the other bottle and opened it.
"What do you want me to tie us up with, Paul? My good looks and charm?" Athena spat.
He smiled.
Reached behind himself and threw a pair of handcuffs to her.
She made a face, "Just one?"
While Alfred quickly polished off his glass, Athena cuffed herself to Alfred. The two were marched out of the kitchen, each holding of bottle of three hundred dollar wine in their free hand.