Alfred Pennyworth says you can borrow the Rolls. (andihavent) wrote in valarlogs,
Alfred visibly relaxed.
"... you're like a son to me, Bruce. And a friend, for all that. I just don't... I don't want you doing anything foolish. But I shan't bring it up again."
There were so many things that could go wrong. How did his dream self let things get so out of hand?