A meow and a dog

The weather in Gotham is always gloomy and headaches, Alfred thought when he pushed open the heavy old wooden door again and walked into the cold and empty kitchen as always.

He opened the cupboard and pressed his kneecaps with his hanging fingers, trying to let the broken bones rest for a while, so that he could make a good breakfast—or lunch—for his young master.But what was irritating was that the pain protruding densely from the bone crevices seemed to increase instead of decrease, and rushed up his spine like a clamor, and spread into his head.Alfred kept his usual politeness in silence, not allowing himself to jump up from the ground like a child - of course, for him now, that might be a bit beyond his ability.

He put down the clean plate and the shiny fork as gracefully as possible, moved his legs that were no longer useful, slowly and gently climbed the overly long stairs, and stood quietly in front of a door and listened A few minutes - most of it was spent making sure his old ears were still working.

Alfred stared at the continuous grain of wood on the door until they dutifully sank into the other end, before pulling his attention away from the person inside.

Oh, of course.I'm not worried about my young master, Alfred told himself, it's just that my little young master doesn't have enough self-control to let him rest on the bed.He laughed silently for two seconds at the thought, and suddenly felt another—wonderful and terrible feeling rushing through his heart: How wonderful that I stand at the door of my master's son, ready to do all the work for him .

In Alfred's plan, he was supposed to get a new day's newspaper and mail, but now he changed his mind. He stood outside the room, thinking about the new one on his master's back. A fresh 5-inch wound, and suddenly worried that the young master will kick the quilt-oh come on, old man.He'll remember that, or he'll have to suffer from a cold.But is his trained body not as good as mine?He thought, silently resisting the urge to open the door, cover the person on the bed who was immersed in a dream—maybe it would not be good—and check the wound by the way.

You can't stay with him forever.he thought, resolving to go downstairs and serve the dishes.But—when he glanced at the door that seemed to exude an ancient atmosphere, he immediately decided to go to the Batcave again.Maybe he'll find something to do there—maybe it's time to get a new batch of batdarangs?

Alfred didn't hesitate any longer - come on, he's not that old yet.But when he thought of the word "old", he felt cringe for the first time.

He faltered, suddenly considering whether to buy a cane as those fragile, nervous kneecaps screamed at him again.

Alfred poured out the cold coffee on the table, slowly rinsed the cup under cold water, and put it on the motionless black tray reasonably and properly—what should I say?He remembered that the white one was originally placed here.He scanned the ominous color, muttering to himself about his master's little eccentricity—he wasn't afraid that one day he would come home and find that the house had turned black.

Alfred gave a rare sigh, deliberately ignoring the fact that it took him five minutes to find a nearby cup.look at you.He said that he suddenly found that the chair that usually pleases the owner the most—it was black again—spotted bright red.

He walked over slowly, praying that there was no blood from a dog bite.

— Unexpectedly, it was not.Alfred raised his eyebrows, carried the piece of red fabric, and found the half "S" left on it as expected.

Friendship—he sighed, looking at the tattered cloak with mixed and amazed eyes.Then he tried to put it back as if nothing had changed, hoping it would put someone in a better mood who had been working through exhaustion.

After doing all this, Alfred glanced around cautiously as usual to make sure that nothing was left behind.

He tidied up his bat outfit, swept away all the dust, cleaned the coffee cup, counted the bat darts, filled out the purchase order for various consumable raw materials, replaced a batch of equipment, checked the monitoring and security system, and took the time to Checked to see if there was a bat projection outside the window - he had completed all the tasks.

Oh yes, and his cane.Alfred silently added the cane item to the purchase list in his mind, and raised his eyes to scan the Batcave again.

I did it just in case.He said to himself, quietly closed the door hidden behind many traps, and protested with his legs, went upstairs and inspected it again.

very good.he thinks.Staring at the minutes on the watch, expecting the latter to move a tick.

Taking a deep breath of air, he slammed open the door, and after putting on a suitable smile, he walked to the tall French windows neatly and quickly, and pulled open the curtains that blocked the sun without muddling—

"Hey, Alfred, it's only nine o'clock!"

"Oh, master. The day's plan is in the morning, even if you are a nocturnal creature, you can't change it." Alfred said to Bruce, who was trying in vain to suffocate himself with pillows on the bed, and reminded him empathetically: " Besides, you chose to go out and party at night."

"Oh come on, Alfred."

The author has something to say:

A certain finally struggled from a cold and a broken network cable to update!sprinkle flowers~~

National Day, um, (touches chin) Maybe it's the third watch?Cough, how can I tell you that the Robin A version is stuck...

And why this chapter is so loving and warm—I don’t want to tell you that since the author of one of the articles in the textbook was complained by the teacher for N minutes because of writing too much BE—this is a good boy’s paper, huh!

PS: Jinjiang, you are swollen, why can you give up treatment!Say, did you do the failure to publish chapters? !