"I'm not staff," was the first thing that came to his mind. At first he was amused at the idea of someone not knowing who he was. It was a breath of fresh air he hadn't expected he craved. But now it was proving to be a problem.
Bruce didn't remember hiring any more staff. Unless Alfred had done something behind his back ... But his dear friend would be smug rather than secretive about it. He was looking at Terry as though he had two heads; eyebrows furrowed, an amused yet confused look on his face. Nothing was matching up, from the location of these glass cases to the Bruce Wayne these two both knew.
He knew Alfred wouldn't have done that, even for the amusement factor. The Wayne Mansion held secrets that neither were prepared to let anyone know. A mere press of specific piano keys would open a secret door that led to the Batcave. Opening his home to anyone but his family was a risk that neither wanted to put to chance. Batman may have left, but his ghost still remained in Gotham.
"I don't remember having a personal assistant, unless this is Alfred's doing." At the mention of the name, Bruce turned to see if maybe Alfred had snuck up on him and was now lingering at the doorway. It was still empty. And if his slip, even though it couldn't be called one, was anything to go by, Bruce had just put a nametag to his face.
cold day in gotham in the bat cave chilling;
Bruce didn't remember hiring any more staff. Unless Alfred had done something behind his back ... But his dear friend would be smug rather than secretive about it. He was looking at Terry as though he had two heads; eyebrows furrowed, an amused yet confused look on his face. Nothing was matching up, from the location of these glass cases to the Bruce Wayne these two both knew.
He knew Alfred wouldn't have done that, even for the amusement factor. The Wayne Mansion held secrets that neither were prepared to let anyone know. A mere press of specific piano keys would open a secret door that led to the Batcave. Opening his home to anyone but his family was a risk that neither wanted to put to chance. Batman may have left, but his ghost still remained in Gotham.
"I don't remember having a personal assistant, unless this is Alfred's doing." At the mention of the name, Bruce turned to see if maybe Alfred had snuck up on him and was now lingering at the doorway. It was still empty. And if his slip, even though it couldn't be called one, was anything to go by, Bruce had just put a nametag to his face.