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Bruce was looking for Alfred since he hadn't brought his breakfast as he is usually down in the Batcave doing overtime..

--Excerpt by author Adrian Tullberg
the Storythread -- forums.spacebattles.com/thread…

I wrote something on this a while ago ... bear in mind, this was written before JLA #90.

***

The sun was well up when the clock opened up, and Bruce Wayne, now wearing pajamas and dressing gown, entered his house.

Alfred had been unavailable most of the night. Not that he had any urgent issues (most could be delegated to Oracle) but his butler was a man of habit, and since breakfast wasn't waiting in the cave, Bruce was beginning to worry.

Accident? Tripped and fell? Heart Attack? Stroke? Seizure?

Bruce headed for the kitchens, trying not to think of what had happened ... Alfred probably was tired, overslept ...

Bruce snagged his cell phone and Lamborghini keys on the way.

As he approached the kitchen, he heard voices. One sounded distinctly like Alfred's tones ...

Bruce relaxed. Alfred was dealing with an early morning visitor. That's all.

Female?

Who was the other person? Cassandra? Too many words. Barbara? Voice was too deep, even from this distance. Leslie? Sounded younger ...

His list of people who would be admitted into Alfred's Sanctum Sanctorum was drawing a blank.

Bruce opened the door, ready to lurch into his 'early morning loudmouth' routine ...

... and he stopped.

There was a numb sensation in his chest radiating straight downwards, and a ringing in his ears.

He was reasonably sure that the symptoms started when he saw his butler, reclining in a robe, with a brunette in an identical robe, sitting in his lap, matching the description of Hippolyta, former Queen of the Amazons, deceased.

TBC....

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lexikimble.deviantart.com/art/…

lexikimble.deviantart.com/art/…

Bruce was looking for Alfred since he hadn't brought his breakfast as he is usually down in the Batcave doing overtime..

--Excerpt by author Adrian Tullberg
the Storythread -- forums.spacebattles.com/thread…

I wrote something on this a while ago ... bear in mind, this was written before JLA #90.

***

The sun was well up when the clock opened up, and Bruce Wayne, now wearing pajamas and dressing gown, entered his house.

Alfred had been unavailable most of the night. Not that he had any urgent issues (most could be delegated to Oracle) but his butler was a man of habit, and since breakfast wasn't waiting in the cave, Bruce was beginning to worry.

Accident? Tripped and fell? Heart Attack? Stroke? Seizure?

Bruce headed for the kitchens, trying not to think of what had happened ... Alfred probably was tired, overslept ...

Bruce snagged his cell phone and Lamborghini keys on the way.

As he approached the kitchen, he heard voices. One sounded distinctly like Alfred's tones ...

Bruce relaxed. Alfred was dealing with an early morning visitor. That's all.

Female?

Who was the other person? Cassandra? Too many words. Barbara? Voice was too deep, even from this distance. Leslie? Sounded younger ...

His list of people who would be admitted into Alfred's Sanctum Sanctorum was drawing a blank.

Bruce opened the door, ready to lurch into his 'early morning loudmouth' routine ...

... and he stopped.

There was a numb sensation in his chest radiating straight downwards, and a ringing in his ears.

He was reasonably sure that the symptoms started when he saw his butler, reclining in a robe, with a brunette in an identical robe, sitting in his lap, matching the description of Hippolyta, former Queen of the Amazons, deceased.

TBC....

Art © Me

Characters © DC Comics/WB

Commission -