Alfred shifted his gaze to Gotham's countless lights at the foot of the mountain and the innumerable Wayne Enterprises logos.
"With you around, Bruce has started working hard to improve himself, too... That's better than having people who tempt him into ruin."
Ririko blinked rapidly, unable to believe it. In Alfred's eyes, she was actually a good person??
She had seduced Hugo at Arkham, purged the Cobblepot family, controlled Jerome at the Old Amusement Park, and just now, she had been drinking through a couples' straw at a bar with a bald man who killed for money...
Those moral standards were a little too low.
She asked in bewilderment, "You brought me here in the middle of the night just to tell me I'm a good person? You sly old fox, you must have some other agenda."
At the words "sly old fox," Alfred gave an awkward cough.
Now that she had brought it into the open, he stopped concealing his intentions. "To be frank, I want to lay down three ground rules."
Ririko nearly burst out laughing. "Three ground rules? What century are we living in?"
Alfred ignored her jab.
"First, you must keep encouraging Bruce to train harder, so he's fully prepared for any dangers he might face...
Second, you mustn't drive a wedge between him and Dick. He's finally managed to make a friend..."
He drew a deep breath, preparing himself for what came next. "I can tell they're both quite taken with you."
Ririko let out a snort, finally unable to hold back her laughter. "Aren't you overstepping a bit, old butler? What does whatever those two want to do have to do with me?"
Alfred watched her double over with laughter, then said coolly:
"Five hundred thousand a month."
Ririko's laughter stopped dead.
"What?" she