MM - Young Man (Tim)
"What do you mean by 'Jack Napier is dead', Alfred?" Bruce had come home after finishing his date with Aeon to all kinds of bizarre and interesting news, not to mention news of murders happening all over the city. But this took the cake.
"I mean, sir, that he's dead. He was the first victim in this rash of new murders." Alfred stood, watching Bruce, an eyebrow lifted. Curious to see what would happen next.
"So he draws a giant penis on my building and then gets killed." Bruce couldn't help but feel like it was some natural retribution for everything The Joker had done to him over the years, including his time here. The Joker here was, quite regrettably, much more violent. He had his moments back home, yes, but something about the City had brought out the worst in him.
"Well." Bruce wasn't sure what to say.
"There's something else, sir."
"Something like what?"
"On my routine today I discovered there are things in Master Tim's room again."
"What kind of things?"
"Stuff, sir. Like things belonging to him."
Bruce stopped thinking about everything else. He looked directly at Alfred. His old friend would never joke about anything like that. Even so, the look on his face solidified it.
"Is it..."
"The same Tim? I can't tell, sir. None of the things are age restrictive."
"Is he..."
"Actually here? Not that I've seen, sir. There's been no show of him on the property at all from what I've seen on the cameras. But he's here somewhere, sir."
"I mean, sir, that he's dead. He was the first victim in this rash of new murders." Alfred stood, watching Bruce, an eyebrow lifted. Curious to see what would happen next.
"So he draws a giant penis on my building and then gets killed." Bruce couldn't help but feel like it was some natural retribution for everything The Joker had done to him over the years, including his time here. The Joker here was, quite regrettably, much more violent. He had his moments back home, yes, but something about the City had brought out the worst in him.
"Well." Bruce wasn't sure what to say.
"There's something else, sir."
"Something like what?"
"On my routine today I discovered there are things in Master Tim's room again."
"What kind of things?"
"Stuff, sir. Like things belonging to him."
Bruce stopped thinking about everything else. He looked directly at Alfred. His old friend would never joke about anything like that. Even so, the look on his face solidified it.
"Is it..."
"The same Tim? I can't tell, sir. None of the things are age restrictive."
"Is he..."
"Actually here? Not that I've seen, sir. There's been no show of him on the property at all from what I've seen on the cameras. But he's here somewhere, sir."