[ WP ] [ EU ] Bruce Wayne , your friend and employer has just told you of his plan to fight crime as the Batman . You must convince him instead that he needs to speak to a psychologist about his lingering survivor 's guilt and PTSD . Convince him as his dear beloved butler , Alfred Pennyworth .

Master Wayne, you and Dr Thompkins have discussed this already. This dream, these fantasies you're having, they are a product of grief. I know it has been quite some time since your last session with her, Master Wa -- 
 
 Yes, I suppose she did say it would be good to find some outlet for your pain but I hardly think vigilantism is what she had in mind. No boy should have to bear the burden forced upon you, I understand that sir, but you are still young. I know from your tutors you've excelled in every course you have taken at school, no doubt you are clearly quite exceptional. No I'm not trying to flatter you Master Wayne, merely show that I understand where you are. 
 
 You are highly intelligent Master Wayne. Thomas, your father, always saw that in you. He never told you, worried it might get to your head, but he would always tell your mother what high aspirations he had for his little genius. It's simple genetics really, both of your parents were some of the finest minds in Gotham. It was my distinct pleasure to be at their service and evidently they raised a very intelligent young man. A caring one at that. You have the heart of your mother. 
 
 But the world is bigger than myself or even you can fathom in its entirety Master Wayne. I used to help your father with the Wayne Foundation work, did you know that? Your father spent hours trying to help those at the bottom of our society. And even your father, with his brilliance, his resources and his unwavering spirit struggled to find the light in the darkness. This city is steeped with evil Master Wayne, and I am so sorry you had to experience that. But even your father knew that it would take more than one man to rid Gotham of its corruption. Of the darkness. 
 
 I'm not sidetracking... yes I know you've heard it all before Master Wayne but you must see. Dr Thompkins has made it quite clear that this guilt, your guilt, is going to remain for quite some time. You must see that in no way could you have stopped what happened from happening. Sometimes the wind blows so hard we can not even take the first step against it. And Gotham is a hurricane. You were merely a boy, and as fast as you are growing, a fourteen year old is still a boy. 
 
 Please Master Wayne, for your own good, just consider seeing Dr Thompkins again. She is a dear friend to the family and I am sure if I were to so much as drop a quick phone call... all right, all right, let's talk a bit more. There now, no need for tears sir. I may not share the name but I am as much as family to you sir, I hope you know that. 
 
 What's that? No, I am not suggesting you abandon all hope sir. Only that you are still very young... yes, quite right, you *aren't* the average teenager, but even with your genius, you know that boys your age are still developing. You ca n't assume you have found the perfect solution to it all. Oh I know it feels like none of it matters, like your life can be thrown into some sort of mad pursuit, but... this idea, this ideas of the Man-Bat... pardon me, a Bat-Man, is simply too much. 
 
 Please do n't take it the wrong way Master Wayne, it's really quite something. Yes, I can see your plans are quite genius, I ca n't quite claim to understand some of the blueprints for this tank you've designed but re-engineering the caves is something we could rather do. How about a room for you to invite guests and -- -No sir, of course not. If you do n't want me to tell a soul, the words will never leave my lips. Yes, Master Wayne, I promise. 
 
 If you would jut permit me to give Dr Thompkins a call, I -- All right. Let's put a pin in it for now. I know it's very difficult, being so ahead of your peers, feeling isolated. You carry a burden that none of the other boys can begin to fathom, none except Master Elliot. Perhaps you could invite Master Thomas to the manor of these days... oh you do not speak to him any longer? Such a shame sir. 
 
 Master Bruce, I think it is admirable what you're trying to achieve. No doubt, your parents would be so proud to have such an enthusiastic and thoughtful young man as their son, and believe me sir, you will honour their memory no matter what you choose to do in life. 
 
 But just as the wind may blow against us, stopping us from moving forwards, so we may use that same wind to fill our sails and move on from the shores of obsession. Yes, perhaps the wind beneath the your wings is a more apt analogy. 
 
 All right, you seem rather intent on this, and you have no desire for Dr Thompkins' assistance. Let us compromise. Let's pull you out of that school of yours, it's not getting you anywhere anyway. I've seen the books you keep in your bedroom and evidently, your education is only being slowed down with the pace they make you follow at school. I hear that Harvard has begun to accept students of *any* age if they're bright enough. Would n't that be something? Criminology? We could take a look, I'm sure their course could be fantastic. You know, you might make quite the engineer. Oh? All right, criminology it is. 
 
 Perhaps it is best you see the world Master Wayne, before you aim to change it. I will help you develop into the finest young man you can be, I owe that much to you and to the memory of your late parents. But put aside this Bat-Man, this phantom idea for now. Perhaps some day, you may decide that such a thing is still your heart's deepest desire, and if on the eve of your twenty-first birthday, that is still the case then in my capacity as your butler, I shall serve you to that end. I promise. 
 
 But until then young Bruce, focus your attention on using that curious mind of yours on understanding the world. The pain may not subside, but you will find that it has its place in this chaotic network of shadows and fear that corrupts this city. Who knows, in seven years time, you mind find this city has a new face. But perhaps it will still need someone like you, to be it's knight in shining armour. 
 
 Bat or no Bat Master Wayne, you are not yet a man. You are a still a boy, and a boy I care for no less than if you were my own son. And if you will not take the counsel of Ms Thompkins, I hope, Bruce, that you will accept mine.
