"I don't know if 'premature' is the word I'd use. I'd say we're close to the same age now, Alfred, give or take a few years." Bruce was stalling. He hadn't quite formulated a way to explain where he had been. That would require evaluating the ways the two worlds were different, and he wasn't quite ready to face that, yet.
He was grateful for Alfred. The man would be indispensable when it came to deconstructing everything that had happened and working through the already apparent discord between Dick and himself.
"Gotham," he said after a pause. His voice was softer now, reflective. "A Gotham."