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I can see why you'd think this is a good idea, Miss. But I can very safely assure you... it is quite the opposite.

Actually rather reminiscent of the choices Master Wayne made in his... earlier years.

[And every other year since, but you know.

Semantics.]

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I'm pretty sure no one needs to know about those choices, Mr. Pennyworth. ...Though the tabloids would probably like it.

[Oh. Well. That's awkward. There's a moment where Alfred is just staring at you, Mr. Dent, eyes narrowed and lips pressed tight together.

But, you know, the glaring lack of burns on half of your face tell a lot.]

I'm afraid I don't have much beyond what the tabloids already know. Discretion wasn't Master Wayne's strongest ability. [A pause, and a tight smile] A pleasure, Mr. Dent.

[You bet they do.]

I've noticed that. I think most of the Russian ballet has, too. [But there's a little smile back.] Nice to see you.

I'm under the impression that Master Wayne has something personal against anything involving an orchestra and stage.

... I trust all is well with you and yours? [That seems a safe thing to ask, right...?]

Well, he might. I don't know the guy very well.

[Ignore that tension in his shoulders, please, Alfred.] It's -- yeah. We're all fine, thanks.

...I bet he'd approve though.

[Could it be is the young officer...shy?]

Unfortunately for us both... I'm afraid I don't doubt it.

[Shy? In front of Alfred? Why, whatever for, young Blake?]

Why unfortunately?

I was rather enjoying my vacation, this time. [And then this crazy writer dragged him here and Alfred J. Pennyworth is so not amused.]

That I'm sorry about. You deserve some time off. [Staunch supporter okay]

I deserve retirement. [Stating the facts] But, it's only a matter of time before someone else who can't make it all the way into bed at night falls into my lap.

[He's pretty sure he knows what Bruce had in mind for you, Blake.

So take that as Alfred's version of a cryptic "I got your back, bro".]

They'd be lucky to have you.

[Seriously Alfred. HOW DO I VIGILANTE. He wants to.

There's trust at stake here.

But oh god he doesn't have the faintest idea what to do.]

Oh you just got popular.

[Gurl. Gurl.

Alfred would disapprove of you if he didn't, you know, approve of you actually making Bruce live life again.]

I've been managing my popularity over the last few years well enough, thank you, Miss Kyle.

[ B| ]

[We're like a fairy tale romance Bruce. She beams.]

Well my writer's clapping at any rate.

[No accounting for taste]

It seems to be endemic. [BUUUUUT....] Are you enjoying Florence?

No.

[And then she looks genuinely happy] Julie Meriweather is enjoying Florence though.

[See, Selina? You earned an Alfred smile. ~~Regardless of lack of icons~~]

I thought I'd spied her the other day. Tell her there's a cafe in the downtown with an amazing sfogiatelles.

I'll tell her when I see her. We're close. She's got some ugly man with her though, seems to be having the time of his life but that's only just from me observing.

[She grins] She's never had it.

[ 'Earlier years', Alfred? Really? ]

You make it sound like I'm losing my touch.

[He likes to think you've gotten better, Bruce :C ]

I'd imply nothing of the sort, Master Wayne.

And now you're just encouraging me. [ A beat and then with a crook of his mouth: ] Anyone ever tell you you send mix signals, Alfred?

[ Enough to make a man batty but Bruce has got some self restraint. ]

There was one woman in London, actually... the late fifties. [You really wanna hear this story, bro?]

If encouragement means wedding and baby shower invitations, then I'll fully attest to that.

[Is that a smile? Is it? Why yes. Yes it is.]

[ That anecdote about that one woman in London is looking more and more appealing by the minute. ]

Alfred, [ his expression is a practiced nonchalance. He sounds like he's thanking somebody for sending a get well card. ] I didn't know you cared. But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we.

[Too late, Bruce. Alfred wants to live to see little Waynes running around and damn if he'll let things like romance and time stand in his way.

That and, it's always fun getting Bruce to flail a bit. Even internally.]

What you call ahead, Master Wayne, I call over ten years of patience.

[ And that's when Bruce finally smiles. Not the playboy, front-page, galavanting Bruce Wayne smile with its crinkled eyes and bright white teeth. Nope, this is a closed-lip smile, like he's got a secret. (And he does, he's got plenty, but Alfred knows them all.) ]

Well, you know what they say. [ A look that says thank you. ] Practice makes perfect. [ Then, that moment of earnestness gone, his smile splits and it's all pearly whites. ] You never know. Might even pick up a couple of pointers from you along the way.

[These two could write an entire encyclopedia series on the nuances behind non-verbal communication. The differences in types of smiles, the importance of eye-contact (how long it lasts, how intense it is), the slightest shrug of a shoulder.]

Perfection is usually impossible, but I would almost make an exception, by now, with how much you've practiced. [There's an almost mischievous hint to his smile.] Maybe in a few more years, sir. I don't think you're quite ready, yet.

Y'know, that's probably why they have you, Alfred. You have a knack for keeping people in line. I mean, look at the wonders you did with me.

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