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Alfred was sitting in the parlor drinking the tea he had just made. He was waiting. She must be out. He chuckled to himself. Of course, she was. It was night. She ruled the night.

He sighed and took a drink of his tea.

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A sigh. "I understand that and will you please watch your language. Ladies should not speak so rudely."

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"Huh?" She gives him the usual blank look that she's always given when he calls her on her wording.

[batwmnsbatman.livejournal.com]

A heavy sigh and a shake of his head. "You have always been rather impossible."

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She doesn't give him the usual accepting-a-compliment grin, or quip about him not knowing the half of it. "Yeah...."

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He just sighs and takes another drink of his tea.

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Mornbein cocks her head as she senses the Batmobil's approach, then walks over and gives him a gentle glomp around the neck and a kiss on the cheek. "He's comin'. She ain't."

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He gives her a curious look. "He?"

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"Stronghold." She gives him a last squeeze, then turns and walks out of the room, whistling for a portal to open in the next, out of his line of sight. "Don't let 'er chase ya off again. Or Gotham's fragged."

She glanced back a last time, then stepped through her door and was gone.