Owner	Pose
Alfred Pennyworth	Another quiet evening at the mansion. Alfred wanders through the halls with a duster in his hand taking care of the various shelving units. With the advent of modern technology it's a wonder most of his work hasn't been outsourced to roomba's but he'd never have that.      Alfred is dressed up in his usual uniform complete with white gloves as he cleans around and beneath the fine artifacts on display from the Wayne family legacy. Of course some of the bowls and pots on display go back far before the Wayne family ever owned this home, but still they were all a part of the family.
Damian Wayne	Damian had been scarce from the mansion as of late, but had been updating Bruce of his plans as of late.   Tonight however, Damian is making time for his family. Calmly he walks the displays, looking at the artifacts of his father's family. He's a bit introspective at the moment, looking at a picture of a young Bruce, with Thomas and Martha, it was months before the infamous incident that took their lives, the three were happy, dressed for a night out.
Alfred Pennyworth	"I remember when that was made." Alfred starts not pausing in his vigorous cleaning. "Young master Bruce refused to set still for even a moment once he realized there was a present waiting for him in the other room." He pauses for a moment, lifting up a fancy Grecian jar depicting Heracles. "He was under the false impression it would be a new PlayStation" It's quietly set back down after he dusts in its place. "Of course I had to be the one to console him once the young boy realized it was instead a copy of cluedo."]
Damian Wayne	"He looks...happy. They all do." Damian muses, looking into the eyes of his young father. Damian's green eyes focus back onto his reflection, which seems a clone of little Bruce, albeit with a stern look, and a level of sadness not reflected in the cobalt sclera of the moment frozen in time. "C-can you tell me more? About them? Thomas and Martha?" His tone quiet, respectful, if not somewhat demure at the moment.
Alfred Pennyworth	"In a way we all were." Alfred comments softly. "It was a simpler time that much is for sure." He shakes his head slowly. "Of course it still had it's fair share of complications along the way people would prefer to forget." He adjusts the picture just a millimeter to the side to make sure it remains perfectly level. "In a way your grandfather was a busier man then Master Bruce. Spent so much time splitting himself as many ways as he could in order to do everything he didn't have time for himself." He places a hand down on Damian's shoulder. "The same could be said for your grandmother, they loved the world so much, and gave back all that they could and then some." A light pause. "And yet they still found time for your father, made time for it any time they could, even with your grandfather's.... proclivity towards the drink in his later years."
Damian Wayne	Damian looks to Alfred, a certain respect in his eye. "So, he drank, a lot? What for?" Of course, he wasn't privy to much, if any of the Wayne family before a year ago.   "Father...hasn't told me much, it doesn't really come up while on stakeout, or beating up thugs." Obviously, but it shows just how much the two have interacted outside of the capes. Mostly on Damian's end, things have just been fast going and hectic.
Alfred Pennyworth	"Even the best men have Demons, young master Damian" Alfred looks into the eyes of Thomas, unblinking for a few moments. "Master Thomas was no exception." His voice not sounding depressed dejected or emotional in the slightest as he speaks of his former employer. "Some men drown those demons in liqueur and others violence, but all find their own way of coping with their actions and the consequences therein of even the best made choices." He takes a long look.      "Your grandfather was never an overly violent or angry drunk, but towards the end he spent more time drunk then not, though I highly doubt your father ever realized such, such things are clear to a man such as myself no matter how well one hides them." He adjusts his tie for just a moment. "I won't pry into the how's and why's but you should know even at his worst he was still one of the finest men I ever worked for."
Damian Wayne	Damian looks up at Alfred, where he had been assured of Thomas' temperament while inebriated. He is sure he wouldn't be able to say the same of his other grandfather, though he cannot recall Ra's being drunk.   "I know so much about the other Robins, and about Batman, but never looked at the Waynes. I never told Father. But I went to where 'it' happened. I stood by the alley and watched the world keep spinning, funny how something so significant to one person and yet be trivial to everyone else...it's interesting."
Alfred Pennyworth	"For me the most important place in the world is a small tract of land in the French Alps, to everyone else it's simply a stretch of frozen tundra, but for me it's the last place I ever saw my parents." Alfred admits after a moment. "We're a lot alike in that way, though I suppose where he took his frustrations out on crime I took mine out on other avenues." His shoulders adjust. "The point remains for anyone else it's nothing more then a patch of snow." He pauses a long moment for thought. "In many ways you'll find the biggest events on earth pale in comparison to the smallest paper cut in terms of personal investment for some. As it's far easier to become invested in an event when it is one in which you hold a personal steak."      "Your father still goes there every year." He adds after another long silence. "As do I. To keep the place clean enough to be fitting of their memory."
Damian Wayne	"I left two roses." Damian offers, looking back to the picture. "Most of my memories are tied to violence. But the last year... it's been very different. And I thought I had escaped the League, and my other family. But now with Mother around...it's all different, I don't know what she wants." Damian takes a moment, looking at himself in the picture's reflection. "It was easier when he didn't know I existed."
Alfred Pennyworth	"You know it's rude for you to lie to yourself." Alfred says rather bluntly. "And I won't have you doing so under my roof." He makes a production of kneeling down onto one knee right to eye level with Damian a hand on each shoulder. "Keep it going that way, and you'll wind up with soap in your mouth." He taps him on the nose once. "You're a gift for this family, and the only problem you've caused is all the time I need to spend trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday and Christmas you won't just wind up using to filet some poor mugger." He ruffles the boys hair. "After all, that's Jason's job." A small smile coming across his face.
Damian Wayne	Damian feigns being upset at the ruffling of his hair. "The list of which I could use to filet someone is much much longer than what I couldn't." Damian takes a moment, before he responds. "I...like being here as well. Being Red X, or the heir to the League, doesn't feel the same."
Alfred Pennyworth	"To me, you'll always just be my grandson." Alfred says calmly before coming back to a stand. "Being red x or even batman's sort of a step down from that high pedestal if you ask me." He starts to walk off. "Though what do I know, I'm just the hired help." Before he lets out a light chuckle as he makes his way to clean the rest of the home.
Damian Wayne	Damian gives a nod, letting Alfred go back to his cleaning. "At least I have that. I get to keep scaring the paparazzi away by asking if they want to see all the animals I've found." He gives a big smile, loving to get them to leave himself alone.