Barbara wrinkles her nose at the damp smell. Sometimes she misses this place, but not the smell.“He trusts Dick too. Or he used to,” she says.“M...ster Dick has made it clear that he can’t leave Bludhaven. Master Tim intends to come when he’s able, but even if he were here, it wouldn’t change the fact that Master Bruce chose you.” Alfred is being blunt; he must be feeling edgy.Barbara scowls. “You know that I’m in school, right?”“You’ll have to take a sabbatical. Ms. Gordon, ninety days is too. As we went through the kitchen area, she threw her purse on the table, and then asked, “Do you want another drink?”I was already feeling no pain but said, “Make it a weak one.”Smiling, she said, “Okay,” and then said, “Why don’t you go sit down,” as she gestured toward the front room.Her townhome was nice, well decorated and very clean, and as I sat down and looked around, I was glad I decided to do this.Morgan eventually came out of the kitchen and handing me a drink, she sat on the couch and. Already, he had differentiated between love and lust, a rare thing in one so young.Later, when both of their desires were more than satisfied, they talked, making wild plans, but realising that, for the moment, Robert needed to stay at home, finish his studies then, if they still wanted each other, make their partnership a more permanent thing. In the meantime, they could share a secret sexual liaison.He showered at last, cleaning of the smell of their combined essences before heading for home. Calling out 'Wait a moment.', I carried on running. Ahead of me I could see the child wince, then stumble and fall.Catching up to it, I slowed, then held my hand out. 'We're friends. Are you okay? Is anyone else alright?'It was a young girl, maybe eight years old who looked up at me in terror, before seeing my concerned face. She hesitantly reached out to my hand, then jumped into my arms. Hugging her firmly, I sat and rocked back and forth as she cried until she finally fell asleep.The young.