Multiverse 1, Earth-0, outskirts of Gotham, Wayne Manor.
The luxurious bedroom spanned over two hundred square meters. No matter how much furniture was crammed into it, it still looked empty—let alone now, when there was only one special oversized bed inside.
A strange, barely perceptible scent hung in the air, but the butler was used to it. Still impeccably dressed, he held his head high as he carried coffee and a tablet over to the bedside.
He should have been carrying a newspaper. A qualified butler also needed to be skilled at ironing newspapers, but after entering the Internet age, a tablet already locked onto the latest news would occasionally do as well.
"Wake up, Master Bruce. The sun has already set, and your fiancée left not long ago."
After what had happened with Thomas Wayne from Another World, Butler had started calling Bruce "Master." He still forgot from time to time, though. Habit was a powerful thing.
Batwoman, usually so alert, had unusually failed to wake before the butler entered. He could not even remember how many years it had been since someone had last woken him.
He sat up, rubbing his forehead as though he had a headache. Selina's scent seemed to linger beside him—the smell of shampoo in her hair and body wash on her skin, a fragrance made for women.
"I seem to have slept very deeply. That isn't right," he said.
"Perhaps we should start with the fact that the two of you have been fooling around in bed ever since you came back last night?" Alfred teased. In his view, even for his master and mistress, playing around for more than ten hours was excessive.
"Nothing about this has been right from the beginning." Bruce stood up, draped a bedsheet around himself, and took