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Chapter 20: The Bat Cave

Alfred and I drove down to the side of the river. It was a shipping container but disguised as the bat cave, I continued to call it. We got out of the car once we reached it, and Alfred took the newspaper with him, tucked underneath his arm. I brought to-go boxes of breakfast for him, insisting Bruce was going to want to have this delicious meal Alfred cooked for us.

We went into the elevator and then waited until we were down into the makeshift cave. And there he was, sitting stitching his arm, and watching at least like three different computers of everyone who walked Gotham City streets.

"Be nice when Wayne Manor's rebuilt," Alfred said, walking further inside. I followed right next to him. "You can swap not sleeping in a penthouse for not sleeping in a mansion."

Alfred sat right beside him, and placed the newspaper down. I put the food down on the other side of him.

"Mm, something smells good," Bruce said, glancing at the takeout bag.

"It was delicious! Alfred's amazing. Eggs and pancakes!" I chimed. Any kind of food like that deserved a metal, especially if Alfred was the one who helped prepare it. "Oh no! What happened?" I exclaimed, glancing at his wound on his right arm.

"You don't want to know," Bruce wrinkled his nose in disgust, like he didn't want to talk about it.

But I kinda did.

"Whenever you stitch yourself up, you do make a bloody mess," Alfred said and took over for him.

"Yeah. It makes me learn from my mistakes," Bruce replied.

"You ought to be pretty knowledgeable by now, then," Alfred said, finishing the last bit of the stitches.

"My armor," Bruce said suddenly. "I'm carrying too much weight. I need to be… need to be faster."

"Did you get mauled by a tiger?" Alfred asked.

"It was a dog," Bruce said. I arched an eyebrow at him curiously. Alfred frowned. "It was a big dog," he said, glancing at our reactions. "There were more copycats, Alfred. With guns."

"Why not hire them, and take the weekend off? You two need a vacation," Alfred grinned widely.

"Alfred-" he and I turned to protest.

"That wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I inspired to help people," Bruce said.

"And me either. I expected to do some charity work," I added. "Which I have, it's just…slow…"

"Sorry, that's on me," Bruce said. "I can throw you a funraiser for that, just let me know when."

"Are you serious?" I asked. "Because I wanted to help with foster care, since that was when I needed the help the most and then they did help me eventually, and well, I just want to pay them back, pay the city back for helping me, and pay you back too for being an incredible colleague, and-"

"Friend," Bruce supplied for me.

I smiled. "Friend. I'm glad we're friends. I just want to inspire people too."

"Yeah," Bruce said with a nod of his head, smiling. "Not what I had in mind."

"I know," Alfred chimed in. "But things have improved. Look at the new district attorney."

Suddenly Bruce and I turned to the computer sets, and we spotted him with Rachel Dawes.

"I am. Closely," Bruce said. "Need to know if he can be trusted."

"Are you interested in his character or his social circle?" Alfred asked, already knowing that he was indeed watching over Rachel too. I knew it as well. Did we need to pretend to be dating again because I wasn't sure if I could do that this time. Rachel's been working with the new d.a. for a long time, and it seemed like she was really into him. I just couldn't help but the way she looked at Harvey Dent. And I couldn't help but the way Bruce looked at her like he still had feelings for her. Did I have feelings for him? Yes, I did. But I wasn't going to tell him. How could I? I liked what we had right now. Friends was good.

"Who Rachel spends her time with is her business," came the blunt reply from the so-called billionaire playboy.

"Do you want to start dating again? Try to win her affection back?" I asked curiously.

Bruce chuckled. "No, that won't be necessary. You've got your acting, right?"

I nodded. Right. "Actually, I quit. I wanted to come back and come back to Wayne Enterprises. If you'll still have me," I said.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, but nodded just the same. "I'll tell Fox."

"I trust you don't have me followed on my day off," Alfred said.

"Or me," I grinned.

"If you two ever took a day off, I might," Bruce said, taking his shirt off and showing all his red and beat up bruises along his back that made me widened my eyes at what he went through when he was out there on the streets taking down criminals. My heart went out to him. He was doing so much.

"Know your limits, Master Wayne," Alfred reminded him.

"Batman has no limits."

"Well, you do, sir," Alfred said with a nod of his head.

"Well, can't afford to know them," Bruce chimed back as he threw on a white blouse shirt and started buttoning it up.

"And what's gonna happen on the day you found out?" Alfred asked.

"We all know how much you liked to say I told you so," Bruce reminded him.

"On that day, Master Wayne, even I won't want to. Probably," Alfred said.

"I might," I grinned.

Bruce chuckled. "Nah, your going down with us sweetheart."

"Fair enough," I shrugged. I opened up the to-go box and offered Bruce some breakfast. "Still the best lifestyle I ever had, I'll gladly go down in honor."

~*TDK*~

A/N: Any suggestions for me on how to do the dinner scene would be amazing! She needs a date! XD