Alfred silently helped Bruce deal with the wound on his waist, and watched as the man sat down in front of the computer again and continued his "work".

He didn't ask him to get as little damage as he had before, but left the Bat Cave in silence, leaving the dark cave to him.

Back at the manor, the housekeeper began to clean up the entire manor as usual. In the living room, Alfred stopped what he was doing and looked at the portrait that took up almost an entire wall—the portrait of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas.

How long has it been since I've felt this feeling of almost giving up everything from Bruce?

By the time he arrived at the manor, the little boy who had tried to help him carry his luggage had grown into a warrior.

The night he received the call from the police, he rushed to the police station to look at the boy who was sitting alone in a chair and did not react to everything around him, he was worried about whether he would be able to get out of this pain, and then things proved that his fears were correct, and the child did not get out of the shadow of that night.

"Ah Fu, I'm going on a study tour"

"Oh, of course that's good, where do you want to go?"

"I don't know, let's walk around"

“..... yes, so please keep yourself safe and keep me informed."

Travel? Maybe it's a good idea, but also walk more, see more, see more things in this world, see more beautiful things, maybe meet a beautiful love or a friendship, maybe this way you can get out of that rainy night.

The boy told him with a firm look that he was very supportive when he made his decision, but what he didn't expect was that the study tour in his mouth was completely different from the traditional study tour.

The boy would only tell him where he had gone, never what he was doing. And he can only wait for news from him in this empty manor.

He was finally happy when the boy told him he was coming back.

Imagine what he will become, judging from the photos that Bruce occasionally sends back, he is becoming more and more like his father, he should have grown a lot taller, the photos don't show all of this, but he has also become thinner. Will he come back with a beautiful girl? Or will they come back with like-minded friends?

That day, Alfred guessed as he cleaned all the guest rooms up and down Wayne Manor.

But when the somewhat unfamiliar figure stepped out of the plane, he was slightly disappointed - he was still alone.

But the spirits seemed to be much better, and maybe he had made it out of that rainy night.

"Ah Fu, I'm going to be Batman!"

When the young man, who was still childish, said this to him, he knew that his other hope had been disappointed, and that the child had not been able to come out of that day.

"Ah Fu, I want to adopt that child"

Looking at the child, who had lost both parents like him, Bruce said this to Alfred.

"Of course"

Alfred took care of all the formalities, Dick. Grayson became Bruce. Wayne's adopted son, the news dominated the headlines of all the Gotham newspapers for a week.

He was a very good boy, lively and cheerful, and although he talked a little too much, he made this dreary manor begin to exude new vitality.

He became Batman's assistant and got his own code name - Robin.

Bruce began to change, he was no longer desperate for every "job", he was not almost suicidal to deal with every criminal, the fatal wounds on his body began to gradually decrease, Alfred began to look forward to preparing supper every night and waiting for the two of them to come on the night patrol, and then listen to Dick tell him about the night watch.

"Ah Fu, I met him today"

"Who?"

"Superman"

“... Oh, that's really.. Good news"

That man began to have the first real friend in his life - Superman Clark. Kent.

That powerful alien, because of his strength, makes Bruce's "work" difficulty level drop a notch, but sometimes it goes up more than a notch because he doesn't know anything about the situation.

Either way, it was difficult for Bruce, who had strong self-esteem, to accept or even refuse his help, but even so, whenever Bruce was in danger, Dick would still run to him for help, and the man would never refuse.

Gentle, cheerful, and optimistic boys from a small Kansas town bring the warmth of the sun to this dark bat cave. He was Dick's idol, although that made Bruce a little unhappy.

He'll come out of that dark alley someday, Alfred hoped.

Dick is gone, and there will always be a time when the child will grow up. The boy began to have his own team and friends. He likes to make friends, which he doesn't really like to be like Bruce.

Then Jason showed up, the kid who was the complete opposite of Dick.

He is suspicious, vigilant, full of lies, good at observing, violent under the surface of obedience, but surprisingly polite to old men and ladies, a completely different child.

He needs more care, and he needs more care.

Looking at the skinny boy, Alfred always remembered Bruce, who was waiting for him in the police chief's chair that day.

Jason grew up in this manor, bringing a completely different vitality to this manor than Dick.

Bruce began to have some normal people's troubles, Jason is different from Dick, in the face of Bruce's unfair decision, he will not be like Dick, but will run straight to the bar with Bruce, in addition to Bruce has to worry about Jason's deviated values, worry about the kind of open and secret struggle between Jason and Dick, worry about Jason is more and more like his character, extreme, stubborn, suspicious.............. It's like an ordinary father in an ordinary family.

He's going to come out, and Alfred is pretty sure that the boy who huddled in the dark alley and wept will come out one day. But Heaven took the boy away, and Jason left them in a way that no one else wanted. Things are back to square one, or even worse.

Bruce would blame himself, just as he blamed himself countless times for why he had gone to the cinema that day, just as Dick blamed himself for why he turned down Jason's request that day, just as Alfred himself blamed himself for not being sure to ask what Jason was going to do that day.

The tinkling of the oven interrupted Alfred's thoughts as he fell into a memory.

“... Sure enough, when I get old, I start to miss the past a little."

The old man took out the freshly baked snack from the oven and muttered to himself.

With a roasted snack and coffee, Alfred walked into the Batcave once more.

"Master Bruce, where are you going?"

The man in the cave ** once again put on his equipment, looking like he was going to go out.

"There's a clue to the clown, I'll take a look"

Bruce tied his belt and drove the Batmobile out of the cave.

Alfred watched the tunnel where the Batmobile had left and fell into deep concern, will this man be able to get out this time? But he couldn't do anything, he could only stand here helplessly.