Instead, Bruce had attacked Gotham's criminal population with renewed intensity. This was unlike Bruce Wayne, who would force down bloody slabs of meat when sick rather than risk loss of muscle mass.īut Master Bruce hadn't been himself since The Joker died. Today was no exception, Alfred noted, stepping out of his employer's bedroom, tray in hand. Lately, Master Bruce had taken to leaving the omelette. Breakfast at Wayne Manor was served at 6am, and traditionally consisted of an egg-white omelette, a pot of black coffee, and a pair of mild painkillers served on a small silver dish to the side of the tray.
