Bruce: I work better alone.
Alfred, pointing at the orphan tucked under Bruce’s arm: And that is?
Bruce: This? it’s nothing — [trips] [dozens of orphans spill out of cape] w-what a bunch of amateurs i these aren’t mine I’m just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen I just listen frick [orphans start backflipping across the floor] no wait I’m holding them for a friend just listen
