Alfred

“Who was that?” Master Wayne’s deep voice asked as Alfred shut the door slowly behind himself.

                “I believe it was the young lady Master. Jason was always hanging with” he says laying the flowers down on a table “she brought him these”

                Master. Wayne’s face never changed “Put them in a vase and put them back where Iris had them” he’s gruff voice demanded before retreating back into his Bat Cave.

 

                “As you wish Master. Wayne” he says softly before making his way to the kitchen, Alfred was debating on whether or not to tell Bruce about the clown makeup she was wearing. Reaching up he pulled down a simple black vase and filled it with water he put the flowers in the water and took them back to the grave “she still cares deeply for you Master. Jason” he says softly and sets the flowers down and walks back inside.

Author's Note

this short chapter is in Alfred's Point of view