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Post by alfred on Jan 31, 2010 17:13:12 GMT -6
Alfred had received a letter from his old employer, Bruce Wayne. It had been brief and straight to the point. It had told Alfred where and when to met him. Alfred had felt his heart leap for joy when he got the letter and only hoped Master Bruce had not gotten himself into trouble.
The letter had told Alfred to meet Bruce at Arkham Asylum, which was known to hold the most dangerous criminals of Gotham. The majority had been put there by Bruce as Batman. Alfred worried about why Bruce decided to meet Alfred there. Alfred was aware that Bruce had secrets from everyone, including him and hoped that this was one of those secrets.
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Post by The Dark Knight on Feb 2, 2010 6:54:58 GMT -6
If there was one person Bruce absolutely needed in his life, it was his father-figure of Alfred. Alfred had cradled Bruce from the very beginning, nutured him as he grew and finally assisted him in almost every way when it came to his decision to become the Dark Knight. Without Alfred's guidance, Bruce would have become lost in his quest for justice and become a man seeking vengeance. Therefore, Bruce was intent on reuiniting with the man he considered to be the father he lost all those years ago.
The directions on the letter he sent Alfred were simple; meet him outside the Main Mansion on Arkham Island. To the side of the mansion was one of the secret entrances that led to the Batcave where Bruce was housing his equipment.. Yet, it was not Batman meeting Alfred. Bruce stood in a large black trenchcoat, its collars up as he kept his gloved hands in his pockets. It was cold out here, it wasn't raining, but nonetheless, it was imperitive that a individual remain fully clothed and warm.
Not exactly the most heart warming place to meet. He thought to himself as he waited. His eyes and ears relaying the necessary information of the surrounding region. It was important he remain out of sight of the guards, but thankfully, he knew the schedules and ensured he and Alfred not get accused of trespassing.
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Post by alfred on Feb 2, 2010 19:16:57 GMT -6
Alfred had parked the car a ways away so that it looked more like a person out for a walk then someone visiting someone. He made his way carefully and with caution toward Arkham. He was bundled for the cold and his umbrella on one arm while holding his hat with the other. He scanned the area and noticed one man standing outside. When Alfred got closer he could make out a face and it was a face he recognized very well.
“Good evening Master Bruce. I am glad to see that the stories of your unfortunate end were greatly exaggerated!” Alfred greeted him with a smile. In truth Alfred was feeling better than he had since Bruce’s last goodbye. His smile was almost enough to light the dark. His own face had absolutely light up seeing the man he considered a son alive in front of him.
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