Did I Just Spend Time Finding Every Batfamily Member I Could? Yes. Did I Just Spend At Least 45 Minutes

Did I just spend time finding every batfamily member I could? Yes. Did I just spend at least 45 minutes figuring out ages that make sense ? Yes.

Did I say f**k DC timeline? Absolutely!

Gotham Social Worker: so what’s the deal here?

8 year old Bruce: my family’s butler Alfred will be taking custody of me

Gotham Social Worker: okay cool sounds legit. we done?

Bruce: ... you don’t have file do any paperwork? do a background check? ask about his last name?

Gotham Social Worker: nah you seem chill

Bruce: well okay then

LMAO I just looked into it and basically... yeah. 

(Batman Vol.1 #0)

She didn't answer straight away, choosing her words carefully. "Well, if I were to make a suggestion... Why does it need to be from before? What about now? The present moment? And it doesn't need to be about your circumstances. Why not be greatful for the qualities that make you who you are?" The last thing that she wanted was for him to feel like he had to find some silver lining in the horrors he had faced before meeting Bruce. That hadn't been her intention.

Realising he hadn'tmuch frame of reference for what she was aiming to guide him towards she relented on her own boundaries slightly. This was hardly an impersonal case anyway given her relationship with Bruce. "I mentioned it the last time we spoke, but the exercise I gave you is one I do myself. Every day. If you think it'd be helpful, I can give you some examples."

"The idea is that you do it for an extended period of time. So often that it becomes a habit."

The corner of her lip quirked at his appology and Leslie was reminded again of how young the boy was.

It was with an ignored pang of sadness for the boy that she put her next question to him. Food and shelter and school were not things a boy his age ought to be concerned about. “Do you think its something you could continue to do?” She was curious to see what he would fill it with when those types of answers began to run low.

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"The works fine. I enjoy it... It's fulfilling." She shook her head slightly dismissing the idea, lip curling at the compliment. Bruce was sweet when he wanted to be. Leslie just appreciated him dropping by, a rare occurrence these days given how busy he was.

"I don't know." Leslie mused. "I go to work. And then I go home. If I'm lucky, neither you or any of your brood need patching up - which is a double edged sword seeing as that's the only time I really see any of you at the moment..." There was admonishment in her tone, though it wasn't not unkind. She understood why.

"It gets a little lonely sometimes." Leslie admitted quietly.

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“I had a client today ask me if I’m happy.” Leslie began, swirling the amber liquid in the bottom of her glass. “I didn’t answer, of course. Professional boundaries and what have you.”

She took a sip, savouring the flavour, the burn of it at the back of her throat. “But still. It did make me wonder.”

“Well, if you’re not happy than why do you still work?” Bruce asked. “There are a million things you can do and be amazing at.” He took a small slip of his drink. 

“Then here’s the question; Are you happy?” 

"That's right, it's me, Leslie. " She propped him up against the wall, mindful that if he toppled over she would have a difficult time of catching him.

"You're safe. You're with me. Just concentrate on your breathing for me please. Just keep breathing. A little slower." Keeping her voice calm, she did what she could to soothe him out of whatever kind of panic attack this seemed to be. "You're safe Alfred."

[ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

"Leslie?"

Why was the room spinning so hard? Where was he?