Bruce's POV:

It was a chilly Autumn day in Gotham City. The air was crisp, the leaves blowing in the wind.  I sipped a cup of tea as I gazed outside the window. Something was wrong.... it was like I was forgetting something. "Alfred, is there I'm forgetting to do today?" I asked Alfred stoically. " Not that I know of, Sir," Alfred replied. "I just feel like I'm missing something," I said. My the telephone buzzed as I watched as Alfred calmly walked over and answered it. "Wayne Residence." The butler answered like he usually did. "Oh yes. He's here. Okay, give me a moment." Alfred walked over to me. "It's Ms. Hol, Sir. She said it's urgent to speak to you." I picked up the phone. "Sheyera, what's wrong?" I asked. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that----" I finally remembered what I had to do. "Sorry, Sheyera, I have to go," I said as I hung up the phone and ran up to my bedroom to get changed.