Bruce scowled. "Frustratingly little," he admitted. Wherever Joker was hiding, he was doing it well, and all the various distractions caused by the Riddler, Bane, Selina... and now this new situation with Thor and Loki, meant that his primary concern was still being forced to take a back seat when emergencies arose.
Ignoring the food, Bruce looked up at Alfred, then turned on the television, knowing he wouldn't suggest it if there weren't something weren't watching. As the gentleman explained the situation, Bruce watched the attack on downtown Metropolis, assessing the situation.
Before he'd definitively decided whether or not he was going, Alfred had made that decision for him. It was subtle - his comment about the Batwing was an intimation as to his suggested course of action, and it made Bruce's scowl deepen.
Standing, Bruce went to get dressed, but Alfred's last comment made him hesitate slightly. "I didn't..." 'Attending' implied that he'd sat in the audience and enjoyed more than fifteen minutes of a show put on by one of the only people who'd remained his friend over twenty-four years. Something he should have done before now, and owed to her.
"Thank you, Alfred," he said, continuing to where he stored his costumes. "See if you can get me a couple of tickets, as well." He'd go through the awkward process of figuring out who to take, later.