"Master Bruce, if you don't get ready soon, you may miss tonight's show. Though I would prefer you to be resting in bed."
Alfred stepped out of the elevator and looked at Bruce, who stood before the Batcomputer with a dumbbell in one hand and typed on the computer with the other.
Bare-chested and wrapped in thick white bandages, he was clearly still recovering from severe injuries, yet he had already resumed his training.
Bruce set the heavy dumbbell on the nearby rack and rolled his shoulder. "I feel fine. Is the spare suit ready?"
"It is. Mr. Lucius also suggested that, if you have time, you should attend a Wayne Enterprises meeting."
Alfred walked over and held out a hand. Thinking he meant to help him up, Bruce hurriedly stood.
He was not weak enough to need someone supporting him. But Bruce soon realized he had been flattering himself.
Alfred simply picked up the black cat lying on the desk. Well, nearly everything in the Batcave was dark-colored, and that cat had been perfectly camouflaged there.
Even Bruce had failed to notice it.
In fact, seeing the black cat nestled in Alfred's arms made Bruce feel a little... just a little jealous.
But he quickly shook his head and got up, stretching his slightly numb legs. The wound on his abdomen was no longer a problem.
"Wayne Enterprises? What has William done this time?" Bruce gripped the desk and stretched his arms.
Wayne Enterprises' current CEO, William Earle, was a profit-chasing businessman, but an exceptionally shrewd one.
Bruce had used various financial companies to reclaim some Wayne Enterprises shares. William Earle had reacted quickly as well, using several cooperative contracts to win over the board of directors.
Though Bruce did not know how to break the deadlock, with his