DC Universe

Wayne Manor

A young women wearing a orange flower dress approach the door of the Wayne Manor. Her short brown hair flew loosely and freely giving fresh and young inexperience appearance as she nervously knock at the door.

She knock ones and than knocked twice for good measures.

one second...

two second...

20 seconds...

30 seconds...

She counted as the door open widen revealing a elderly man in a butler suit.

"...uh...Alfred Pennyworth" She stutters while taking a letter from her purse. "I'm Melissa Connors, Hank Connors's niece. He was working on a case for you."

Alfred's eyes widen in surprise. He open the door further inviting her in.

"Thank you" Melissa responded.

"Come this way please" Alfred asked leading her to living room.

"please take a seat."Alfred offered.

".no its fine...I only came to deliver this letter" Melissa answered shoving the letter into his hands.

"I don't understand Miss Connors?"

"m..my..uncle died last week" Mellissa started off and already tears threaten to fall. "My uncle left in his will to have me deliver this letter personally if he had come to die."

Alfred gave a hard look. The letter trembling in his hands.

"did he tell you anything else?"

Melissa shook her head. "No. A letter was all he left. He was a very secretive man, never telling anyone about his life as a detective."

"how did he die?"

Melisa shrugged. "I don't know. They just found him in his office already dead. The doctors haven't been able to determine the cause. They don't know if he died of natural cause or if he was killed somehow...we don't know"

"Alright then" Alfred nodded taking everything in. "Have they buried him yet"

Melissa shook her head. "No he going to be buried at the Gotham Cemetery tomorrow morning."

"its a please meeting you Miss Connors" Alfred said shaking her hand.

"the pleasure is mine sir" Melissa responded back with more comfort. She had done what her uncle asked her to do, now she could back to prepare the burial.

Alfred lead Melissa back to the door. Said the final farewells as she left the Manor.

"who was that Alfred?" Bruce walked in.

"Master Bruce! I didn't see you there." Alfred said shocked as Bruce walked up to him. But his composed face returned in seconds. "She is the niece of a old friend of mine. She came to tell me of his passing."

Bruce's face fell in concern. "Are you going to alright Alfred?."

Alfred nodded. "don't worry about me Master Bruce. You have enough worry of your own. So have you figured how to recapturing that clown of yours."

Bruce sighed. "He's been silent since his breakout so he must be planning something."

"I going to prepare Dinner now, Master Bruce" Alfred dismissed himself.

Later that night...

Alfred entered his room making sure to lock it. His room was one of the few place within the Manor that didn't have security camera placed by Bruce Wayne aka Batman himself.

He went to the drawer revealing Hank Connor's Letter.

Sitting on his bedAlfred slowly open the letter and began to read. He reread the letter over and over again. Making sure that he didn't miss anything.

Lost of words, Alfred found himself in tears. Gripping the letter close to his chest.

The very next day.

In the Watchtower.

Orbiting Earth from space.

"You should rest" Martian Manhunter entered the control room.

Batman made no movement to assure anyone that he was listening. As he looked through the video images on display.

"The joker still out there" Batman answered. "He is not at Gotham and it troubles me"

"What troubles you really?" Manhunter responded. "I seen you go after the Joker before and he had never worried you to this extent"

Batman turned around to face him.

Silence filled the room before Batman finally stood up from the seat.

"I will leave the rest to you." Batman said leaving no room a discussion.

"Hey bats" Flash cheered getting offthe transporter.

Batman ignored him and left without another word.

Gotham Cemetery

"Master Bruce?"

"Hello Alfred" Bruce went to stand beside him in Hank Connor's funeral. A small funeral at that. Only less then a dozen attending, Melissa his niece, her parents, and some friends.

"How long have you known him?" Bruce asked.

Alfred sighed. "I known him for years. Years before you were born actually. We didn't talk often but he did come to the Wayne Manor often. Your father and Hank knew each other well. He even went to your parent's funeral remember"

"I don't exactly remember everyone that day"

Alfred looked to Bruce. "How could you? You were just a boy who just lost his parents. No one could blame you for not remembering."

Alfred and Bruce listen to the rest of halogen in silence.

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