Alfred Pennyworth (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} raisingwayne) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-09-21 23:01:00 |
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What: Bruce's return
Warnings: Bruce gonna get yelled at.
The man who was ostensibly Bruce Wayne twitched in his sleep. Alfred had been checking in periodically, tutting disapprovingly at the various scars his charge had acquired in the apparent years since his disappearance. Masters Dick the Elder and the Younger would occasionally pass by with concern, although the elder Master Dick had taken a few tissue samples as well.
"It's definitely him, Alfred. He's been gone for a while, wherever people go, and he's in far from perfect condition, but it's him. It's more than DNA. Cellular degeneration, radiographic..." Alfred tuned out to check Master Bruce's well-being while Dick continued on with his overly scientific explanations. "...fits his records as well as you could imagine. He's gained a couple of decades, but he's ours." He sighed. "Carrie's either going to kill him or never speak to him again."
"I suspect that, with time, Miss Carrie will stumble upon a third option, Master Dick." Alfred busied himself with a tea set while Master Dick considered his options. "In the meantime, perhaps some tea will calm you down."
"Thanks." He took the offered cup gladly. Dick began to feel better quickly, due in no small part to the fact that Alfred had been offering him the same cup of tea whenever he needed it since he was ten, and things had usually worked out. "Why did you pour three?" he asked, noticing suddenly that there was a spare cup.
"Because Master Bruce has been awake and listening for some time." Alfred dropped a lump of sugar into his tea and sipped it quietly. "I've seen you pretend to sleep several times, Master Bruce. I know what it looks like."