The kitten sniffed at his hand before tentatively stepping forth and purring as she moved against his hand. She blinked up at him with wide eyes, nearly far too big for such a small thing.

"Clark's fault. Rescued her and used the excuse of his apartment not allowing cats in the building," Bruce explained. "Her name is Bat Cat. That is also Clark's fault. There's also a chicken. But the chicken is with--he's down on the Kent Farm."

Alfred snorted and sat down to his cup of tea.