Hoping for Go Bad Again

Alfred

Fascinating. You two should exchange notes over coffe

Bruce Wayne

Are you trying to set me up with a jewel thief?

Alfred

At this point, I’d set you up with a chimpanzee if it brought you back to the world 

Bruce Wayne

There’s nothing out there for me 

Alfred

And that’s the problem. You hung up your cape and your cowl, but you didn’t move on. You never went to find a life, to find someone.

Bruce Wayne

But, I did find someone...

Alfred

I know, and you lost them. But that’s all part of living, Sir.

But you’re not living, you’re just waiting, hoping for things to go bad again.

Remember when you left Gotham? You were gone seven years.

Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back.

Sir.

Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence. There’s a café on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening I’d sit there and order Fernet Branca.

I had this fantasy, I would look across the tables. And I’d see you there, with a wife, maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you.

Both we’d know that you’d made it. That you were happy.

I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy.

And I wanted something more for you than that