Alfred had his fair share of female attention back then but he would have dropped it all for her, no one save Eleanor had come close to snagging his heart the way his great love Esme had.

"You'll have to pardon my language but that's a load of bullshit." He says dryly and opens his hand to caress her cheek. His hands are rough and callused from years of hard work and yet they stroke her skin with infinite softness.

"But Ellie, I have to ask. Why didn't you come to me for help after you had to start dealing with Fisk? You know I've dealt with his type before."