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Billy: Excuse me, Mr. Pennyworth... may I ask you a question?
Alfred: Certainly, Master William. How may I assist you?
Billy takes out a small mirror and slides it across the kitchen counter.
Billy: Is it possible that mirrors... can mirrors stop reflecting?
Alfred: Ah, I believe I understand your concern...
Alfred's smile made Billy feel less afraid.
Alfred: How about I prepare a cup of hot chocolate while I recount an old story, one as ancient as this mansion.
Billy: Thank you...
Alfred: Well, my dear boy, when the Wayne family arrived in Gotham two hundred and forty years ago, these lands were teeming with wizards, witches, and other beings who bewildered the locals. One such individual had a dispute with an ancestor of this family and cast what we might colloquially term a "curse" upon all their Wayne descendants... And as you seem to have discovered, they cannot be seen in mirrors, something that has become quite the folklore often associated with...
Billy: Vampires...
Alfred: Precisely, Master William. However, times have changed, and we are now allies with various sorcerers who have aided the family in leading a normal life.
Billy: But I can't see myself in the reflections, Mr. Pennyworth.
Alfred: Fret not, young sir. Just like your older brothers, you will become accustomed to it in due time. They revel in making jokes about it. Why not give them a call? They all delight in sharing their own escapades.
Billy: So now I'm officially a Bat?
Alfred: Absolutely, Master Billy! Welcome to the family.