I'm sitting at the controls of the Batcomputer, staring at Clara's report on what happened since the docks. She wasn't happy about being back here, but I guess being cut out of that damned suit would have helped. And seeing Alfred alive and well.
Francisco, and Mali are sleeping in one of the soundproof rooms. They would get some peace there. Something they certainly needed.
"Thousands of Batmen? The only ones that didn't try to destroy the city? Curious." I mutter to myself.
"Something to sustain you, sir. You'll know which one it is. It's the hot soup beside the plate of cold meat and potatoes." Alfred places a platter down on the table beside me. I reach down and grab a cold potato.
"Thanks Alfred. I'll eat it." I say, staring at the screen.
"I do hope so, sir. One cannot survive on pith and vinigar alone." Alfred says, as he returns to the Main Part of the mansion. It was mostly re-built. The construction workers had been happy to get work, and were glad to stay away from whatever was happening to central Wasusy.
"Geez. I leave for, what? A year? And you've gone and burnt down the mansion without me." A youthful, playful voice echoes familierly around the Batcave.
I turn, and see someone I hadn't seen in a long, long time. He wasn't wearing a uniform I was familier with, but it was him.
"Dick. It's good to see you." I say, a real smile twitching at the edges of my mouth for the first time in months.