AN: Alright, now we're cooking! Okay, so this takes place right after Batman Begins and is the six to eight months before The Dark Knight. I understand that the writing is becoming more story like instead of journal like, but it's easier for me. Think about it this way: Alfred is a story teller in his own special way. So there - Enjoy!
June 19, 20 –
Master Bruce and I have begun moving into the pent house he picked out last week. It's rather big for my taste, but the view is splendid. Just this afternoon as the sun was setting, I spotted my employer sitting on the tower across the street. I waved at him and shouted, "Master Wayne, it's a rather lovely afternoon, wouldn't you say?"
For some odd reason, he shook his head and said something I couldn't hear. I suppose he couldn't understand me, so I shouted, "I'm sorry, sir. I said, 'It's a rather lovely afternoon, wouldn't you say?'" He continued shaking his head, but was waving his arms at me. "Yes, sir," said I. "I can see you. You look rather funny on that building there, if you don't mind me saying."
Master Bruce was rather frantic at that point. He was waving even harder and shaking his head, putting a finger to his lips. It was then when it I realized that he must be trying to communicate something to me. I watched his hand gestures. "Alright, sir, three words. No, four. How many syllables? Two? Two."
It was a rather long game, but I finally discovered what he wanted. Obviously, he was stuck on top of the tower and couldn't get down. So, I would have to get him down myself. "Don't worry, sir, I'll be over in a jiffy! Just stay there while I get some rope!" My Master was so relieved, he covered his face with his hands and shook his head.
I hurried over, rope in hand and took the elevator to the very top. When I arrived, Master Bruce was there, but thankfully safe from harm. He spoke to me, but his nose was so congested I couldn't understand him. I ushered him back into the pent house and heated up a mug of some of my famous hot coco.
I declare, what would he do without me?
June 21, 20 –
The moving has been going quiet well. Our new neighbors aren't very happy about the movers using all three elevators, but that's what stairs are for.
Life would be back normal if it wasn't for the rather pesky fan girls that have camped down in the lobby area. Every time my poor Master tries to enter or exist the building, they let out war cries and tackle him. Thankfully, because of all the Man Bat skills, he has learned how to dodge all them. Of course, I do wonder if he encourages this behavior. For example, only three days after we made preparations to transfer the furniture, he arrived at the building, dressed only his swimming wear. Bare chests seem to have strange effects on females: they scream. I will never understand...