"If I ever return to Gotham...I'm punching Wayne in the face." Jonathan muttered before leaning back on his hands, taking it all in. He dismissed the other heroes for the moment, not to concerned with them. "So no lobbing Toxin bombs across the city, pity."
He worried at his lip, turning his mind to the problem at hand. "We have a Batman who isn't, a Butler who...is? Could this be the same Alfred we know or much like his master, another?" Granted, he hadn't dealt with the older man much, mostly in passing through Wayne Corp when they happened to be there at the same time...or under burlap when he needed something out of Wayne Manor, but he was still a rather formidable opponent in his own right.
"It depends on who knows who I am. If this Batman knows who is under the burlap, it's not like I can just waltz into Wayne Tower and demand and audience."