"Alfred, please relax. He's stable now."

Alfred has been pacing around the Batcave since Leslie had came in.

He heard her words... but he didn't let himself believe them. Not yet.

He called Leslie immediately, even though he thought it was just a severe panic attack at first.

Well... it kind of was.

But it was actually a heart attack.

He sat down heavily in a chair, finally allowing his gaze to travel over to his grandson.

He was laying on the medical table various tubes coming from his chest.

He was still and silent. If it wasn't for that heart monitor you would think he's dead.

"What caused it Leslie?"

She peeled off her gloves and stepped away from Dick.

"Definitely stress--"

Alfred looked up at her in horror.

"Did I cause this? By having him come here? Perhaps it was too much--"

"No Alfred! God no... his heart attack was caused by stress yes, but it was a build up sort of thing. Today was just the final straw for his heart. Even if you didn't have him come here, it still would have happened. If anything... you probably saved his life."

Somehow that didn't make him feel much better like it should have.

The elevator above them came to life, signifying someone was coming down.

Now, with his worry, there was also anger.

He glared at the elevator door as both Bruce and Tim stepped out.

Tim was looking annoyed while Bruce looked angry.

Well. Alfred was angry as well!

"Um, Alfred? I think it would be best if you go upstairs and try to relax for a bit..."

Alfred sighed before getting up and pushing past Tim and Bruce, leaving up through the elevator.

"What is with your attitude Bruce?"

"Why is Dick here? His car is in the driveway--"

Leslie cut him off by walking away, and Bruce followed her movement with his eyes.

When he saw where she went, his eyes went wide.

"What... happened to him?"

Leslie pulled up a stool and sat beside Dick's still form. She laid a hand on his forehead before running it through his hair...

She still remembers when he was just a young boy...

It was hard to see him like this.

"He had a major heart attack. It was the result of a build up of stress... guilt..."

She turned to face both Bruce and Tim, glaring hotly.

"And guess who's fault that is?"

They both remained silent.

"I'll give you a hint: it's someone in this house. And it's not Alfred."
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I'm sorry it's short. But I have now started all 5 of my college classes and they're more stressful than last semester.

So yeah.... I'm pretty stressed and busy right now.