[Last he heard, one of the bridges to the mainland was nearing repair with the help of the volunteers and supplies flying in; that much he knows from Alfred's comings and goings, his routine restocking of the fridge. But with no stake in anything anymore, the finer details of life in Gotham that he would have once kept on top of, craving knowledge, are about as meaningful to him as the writings on the back of a cereal box.
He thinks about turning over and shunning Alfred's plans, but something else springs to mind. He blinks, frowning.]
My estate... [he croaks] ...does it remain inaccessible?
[Alfred notes the way Oswald perks up ever so slightly at the thought of his home. It makes sense, the poor man probably hasn't been back there since before everything in Gotham got shut down.]
Partially.
[He replies and then expands on what he means by that.] The main roads are better but a lot of the exits leading up to your estate are still rather rough. I worry about it hurting your leg, even if we were to go slow.
[But that doesn't mean he can't go up to the estate, maybe even find a few personal belongings to bring back to cheer Oswald up. Or maybe to start preparing the estate so he can visit it himself later on when he is strong enough.]
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He thinks about turning over and shunning Alfred's plans, but something else springs to mind. He blinks, frowning.]
My estate... [he croaks] ...does it remain inaccessible?
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Partially.
[He replies and then expands on what he means by that.] The main roads are better but a lot of the exits leading up to your estate are still rather rough. I worry about it hurting your leg, even if we were to go slow.
[But that doesn't mean he can't go up to the estate, maybe even find a few personal belongings to bring back to cheer Oswald up. Or maybe to start preparing the estate so he can visit it himself later on when he is strong enough.]