Bruce turned his head as he heard the one-way elevator engage, lowering to the ground floor. “Alfred? Were you expecting any visitors?” He called from his position at the table, lowering the paper he’d been engrossed in during his late breakfast.
“Certainly not, sir. Perhaps Master Drake or Master Greyson are dropping by for a visit?” Alfred replied over his shoulder, carrying a basket of laundry down the hall.
He cocked his head either side, weighing the possibilities. “Not entirely out of the question, but Dick left town a while back, and Tim has been flying under the radar, from what I can gather.” Bruce rose to his feet slowly, listening intently as the elevator changed direction. “I’m not taking any chances, so please close the door behind you, Alfred. First and foremost, I need to ensure you’re safe. I’ll let you know if and when it’s safe to emerge. Copy?”
“Understood, Master Wayne.” The door clicked behind his beloved butler just seconds before an audible ding signaled the elevator doors opening. Despite his still-healing frame, Bruce braced himself to fight, unsure of who he was about to come face-to-face with. Though, the face he saw was one he never imagined he’d see so unexpectedly. He straightened his spine, not without a groan as his hand cradled his ribcage. “Diana? What the hell are you doing here? How’d you get the elevator code?”
