For the first time in Bruce's life, Alfred didn't come into his room with a breakfast tray. Bruce sits up and looks at the clock. It was almost noon! Alfred never let him sleep in without first bringing him his breakfast. Bruce is confused by this. It certainly wasn't like Alfred. Maybe he had to go out and left a note. Bruce gets out of bed. He cracks his neck and flexes his aging and aching muscles.
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He gets dressed and leaves his room. He could smell burnt toast wafting through the downstairs. Alfred never burnt the toast.
When Bruce reaches the kitchen he's surprised to find Harley. She was in a pink terrycloth robe, her condition was visible. Her hair in a simple pony tail. She had a spoonful of peanut butter in her mouth and was standing over the toaster. There was a whole plate of burned toast. She sees Bruce and pulls the spoon from her mouth.
"What's wrong with ya toastah? Push it down, wait wait wait, pops up too light. Push it down twice, it cums out black," she motions to the burnt toast.
"Where's Alfred?" Bruce asks.
Harley shrugs, "I dunno."
"Have you seen a note from him anywhere?" Bruce asks as he looks over the kitchen. But there was no note.
He leaves the kitchen and goes to Alfred's room. He knocks at his door, but there wasn't an answer. Bruce turns the knob and pushes the door open. He enters the room, "Alfred?" He calls out. Alfred's bed was made but he wasn't in his room. Bruce checks the attached bathroom. No Alfred. Bruce looks toward the west wing. They never used that section of the Manor. But Alfred still cleaned it once a week. "Alfred?" Bruce calls out again as he searches each room in the west wing.
Bruce goes back to the kitchen where Harley has burned a new batch of toast. "I hate this stupid toastah!" Harley shouts and smacks the side of the toaster. "Ouch! That's hot!"
"You know you could just scrape the black off the toast?" Bruce says in passing.
He crosses to the front door. Maybe Alfred was tending to the flowers. He opened the front door, and he saw the the knife through a Joker card. "Goddamn it," Bruce instantly panics. Jason had taken Alfred. Bruce rushes to the Batcave and looks over the surveillance footage. It was all there.
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