All Bruce Wayne thinks about these days is revenge, and the night his parents died. He was invesigating, and he didn't sleep he had found his dad's secret cave. He had almost been killed a week ago before Alfred, Detective Jim Gordon, Selina, Peguin, and Detective Bullock. He felt a little sick, but didn't tell anyone. Alfred could tell something was off about Bruce, he just didn't know what.
"Are you ok Master Bruce?"
"Yeah, Alfred I'm fine."
"You just seem a little off."
"Alfred I'm fine really."
"Ok."
