That cute thing quickly became busy purring up a storm and making herself right at home in his lap. Clearly, she had a favorite spot now. Bruce sipped at his tea and set down his cup as Jason puzzled out exactly who he had meant.

"Clark Kent, the reporter." He paused before continuing. "Superman."

Alfred was too amused at Jason's quip about Bruce being near a chicken that was not already plated.

"It's true. I rescued a chicken. His name's Herbert. Since then, we haven't had chicken here at the house."