“Name’s Alfred,” Feeney told her. “Butler to Bruce Wayne, confidant of the Dark Knight.” She spun around. “What? The Dark Knight.” “Batman, kid. Even you’ve heard of Batman.” “Yeah, yeah, vigilante with psychotic tendencies who dresses up in a weird bat costume. Rich playboy by day, right?” She turned, frowned at the droid. “Hmm.” “The Dark Knight’s an icon.” Feeney’s jabbed finger matched his tone. Insult. “And he uses those so-called psycho tendencies for good.
