InsaneJournal

"I did once consider resigning from my position in the Wayne household. 'I need a disguise,' he said, and I thought he'd finally gone mad with grief, especially those next words ... But when I saw what he meant, when I watched how he surrendered himself to an ideal, how he used each ordeal, each heartache and failure to become a better man, in the service of others -- What could I do but stand in humble awe? And keep his wounds clean and his uniform tidy. And send him safely on his way. 'I shall become a bat.'

'Alfred,' he said, not long ago. 'If anyone asks for an obituary, tell them Batman's big secret was the classic whodunit? Only it's not about who killed Batman -- but who kept him alive all these years.' And he stopped there, leaving the rest to me.

The whereabouts of Batman remain unknown. And yet -- I can see him now. In the grip of implacable forces, innumerable foes. Somewhere without hope. In a place where all seems lost. And I know this: The enemy will look away, for just a moment, underestimating him for that single fraction of a second too long. And no matter how dark the night ...

There will be no hiding place for evil."

ALFRED PENNYWORTH.