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Cafe Fina, Monday

Walter opened Cafe Fina on time, and relieved that here, at least, the only truth he was likely to reveal was the chef's secret sauce recipe. Which might get him whacked with a cleaver, but which was better than some things he'd been spouting in the past half a day or so.

He was in for the lunch shift, Wadsworth would take over for dinner.

[ooc: OCD lalala ~~wait, please~~ up. The specifics of Walter's conversation with Alfred are NFB. That they spoke is fine for broadcast.]

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The secret ingredient is love.

No, not really, it's cumin, but now he has to kill you.

"Hello, Walter," Alfred said as he passed by with a cup of tea. "What do you think of the new alterations?"

"Good afternoon, sir. I think the alterations look quite elegant. Although I do not understand why there seems to be a few missing feet of space in the kitchen."

"Excellent observation," Alfred said. "I believe Master Wayne heard about the dangers of Fandom and thought it prudent to build a Panic Room. Personally, I find myself a little insulted. But I forgive him his worries. He's like a son to me."

After all of the other truths that had been spilling, Walter wondered if Alfred would also be one.

"You speak little of him, sir. Would you tell me more about him?"

"Have I never spoke of Master Bruce to you? Well, my family has served his for quite some time. When my father dad, I had just retired from British Intelligence and have very little to do with myself, so I thought to myself "Why not?" and flew over to Gotham City to meet Master Thomas. Master Bruce had not even been born then. When Master Thomas and his wife died, I raised the lad more or less by myself."

"He was fortunate to have you there for him, sir." More of those truths he wouldn't voice aloud. This had better end soon. "What does he do with himself now?"

"He is vengence. He is the night. He is Batman," Alfred said simply as he sipped his tea.

"I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

Walter raised both eyebrows before nodding. "Yes, sir, you did. I assume this is not generally known?"

"No. Very much so. It would be better if you forgot that I ever said it. I'm fairly certain he wouldn't kill you, but he would find a way to make it clear how he felt about anyone finding out that he dresses up as a bat and fights crime."

Only well-ingrained respect for the ruler kept Walter from so much as thinking about smiling at Alfred's description, let alone snickering, as those words really deserved.

"I cannot forget you said it, sir, but I can promise not to tell anyone unless they ask me directly if Bruce Wayne is Batman or not. I cannot seem to avoid answering questions truthfully today."

Or from being monumentally stupid, it seemed.

"... That explains a lot," Alfred said. "It appears to be spreading. Be sure to watch yourself around Wadsworth, then. And hope that no one asks you 'Do you know any secrets?'"

"I know many secrets, sir. If someone asks that, I think I may have to do what Pippi did last night, and leave."

"A wise decision on Miss Longstocking's part," Alfred said. "I shall follow suit. Have a nice day, Walter."

"Thank you, sir. Good day."

Wadsworth is here for dinner, as well. Make him tell you the truth, I dare you.

Explanation of special services (http://badassbutler.livejournal.com/5950.html) ping here to tell me what you need.

Lalalala

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OOC lalala