Where: The Mousehole’s kitchen When: 2 a.m., a couple of nights ago @sr-batgirl-iii
It was not unusual for Alfred to be up at all hours of the night. That was generally because Bruce was usually up all hours of the night and Alfred had long ago made it his policy to be awake and available to him should he be needed whenever Bruce was awake. Since he no longer worked the comms for him, however, that left him with a lot of waiting, though there were many things to do so Alfred could generally keep himself busy. There was cleaning to be done and the Mousehole was not a small place. While he didn’t go into anyone’s individual rooms, there were many public spaces that needed to be cleaned and there was the problem of figuring out how to feed this many people on a consistent basis. This particular night found Alfred in the kitchen, settled at a chair at the kitchen island. There was a steaming mug of tea at his elbow, his apron was folded neatly beside him on the island, and he had his tablet in front of him searching for recipes. Why did people have to tell their entire life stories on the internet before actually getting to the recipe? Alfred shook his head, slightly. How frustrating.
He heard footsteps and looked up to see Stephanie looking...less than her best, to say the least. It was late and she clearly looked as if she’d just gotten out of bed and seemed upset, besides. Unfortunately, this was hardly a new experience and Alfred knew why she was here. “Good morning, Mistress Stephanie.” He greeted, calm and warm, making no mention of her state. Instead, he stood and tied on his apron then moved to the cupboards to start getting out flour and sugar. “Would you like some tea?”
