Bruce sat in silence. Brooding, you might say. He thought about his parents and what they might think of him now. He went from a happy child with wonderful, loving parents to a lonely young man with no one.
"Are you alright, sir? You seem quite distressed." Bruce raised his head to look at his butler. He had someone. Even if it was only an old man who had been with him his entire life and could read him like a book, Alfred was always there for him and was like a father to Bruce.
"Richard is giving me trouble about something."
"Is it about Miss Quinzel?" Alfred asked.
"How did you know that I brought her here?"
"Master Bruce, I know of everything that comes into this cave and of everything that goes out. Do you truly believe that I would not know of her entrance to this cave?"
"No. I don't doubt your knowledge of this cave," Bruce said with a sigh.
"Well? Is it about Miss Quinzel?"
"Yes, it is. He doesn't understand the fact that my purpose in life is to fight crime and rehabilitate who I can. Harley happens to be one of the ones that I can rehabilitate. After she's normal she'll be out of here and living her own life."
"Sir, don't you think that it would be healthy for you to keep her at your side? Just so she doesn't go back to The Joker?"
"Well. I suppose you might be right, Alfred. I'll keep her here for about a month or two after she is certifiably an average citizen."
"As you wish, sir." Alfred then strolled off and left Bruce to think.