[While there are a lot of things Alfred is, above all else he is a man who knows how to get a job done. It was a quality he was born with and was something that made him a great solider, a great butler and of course a great mentor.

It's this quality that ensures that the remains of Nyssa's men will never be found, their bodies burnt to a crisp and then their bones ground up into dust at a local factory that Wayne Industries owns and then buried.

But speaking of burials, with Nyssa's men taken care of he then turns to preparations for Edward's funeral, pulling more than one string to make sure the man gets a proper send off despite what others like Jim Gordon say or want. He spares no expense either, after all the Wayne fortune is his now and he will spend it as he pleases.

Part of that expense is making sure that Oswald looks his best for burying his best friend and even though the other man is in no mood to go shopping Alfred still manages to get his measurements to a tailor and on the morning of the funeral he knocks softly at what has now become Oswald's bedroom door, the new, crisp suit in his one hand.]

Master Cobblepot.

[He says through the heavy oak and then opens it.]

It's time, sir.