They slowly made their way up the winding mountain road until Main Universe Batman, who had already taken over Wayne Manor, finally lost his patience and sent a car to pick them all up.
When Tim saw Alfred, even a Lego version of him, he could not help showing affection. He followed the old butler into the kitchen, planning to see whether the manor's oven was big enough to squeeze in some cookies between loaves of bread.
Unfortunately, Alfreds in every universe held absolute authority over snacks and sweets. Tim came back looking disappointed, clearly having failed in his plan to trade some puppy-eyed pleading for an extra dessert allowance.
The remaining three studied the intelligence in the living room. Main Universe Batman had smoothly taken control of everything in Wayne Manor, and Alfred neither approved nor objected. Main Universe Batman considered this the most urgent issue to resolve, so he looked at Schiller.
After choosing his words carefully, he asked, "I lied. If there were only one person in this world who would definitely recognize me as an impostor, it would not be Joker. It would be Alfred. He knows me best."
"But he did not make things difficult for you," Schiller said. "He even tacitly allowed you to do it. Perhaps, to some extent, he even helped you."
"Yes, because I would never have guessed that the password to Wayne Manor's central computer system was 'I need more cookies.'"
Schiller laughed, then said, "You should have sent the car earlier. Then you could have listened to my conversation with Tim through the surveillance system."
Main Universe Batman frowned. No matter which Schiller it was, he always knew exactly how to press the buttons that made him uncomfortable. Some of the intelligence he had missed was important, and it