Barry Seemed Even More Nervous Than Usual, Which Said A Lot Since He Tended To Be A Nervous Ball Of Energy.

Barry seemed even more nervous than usual, which said a lot since he tended to be a nervous ball of energy. Grace had been concerned with his eating, or rather that he ate a lot (haha, he was trying to keep it to a minimum), but that he still seemed to have lost weight. Telling her why would put her in danger and he didn't want that, but after persistent nagging, he had promised to see Dr. Thompkins. Barry knew about her even if they had never met before, but she probably didn't know who he was or rather what he could do, but Alfred had promised she could be trusted. "Hi, I'm Barry Allen, I think Grace have talked to you about me. I-I also know Alfred and Bruce," he said, hoping she might get a hint that something was... unusual with him, since he wasn't exactly Bruce's usual crowd kind of person. (lovepoweredspeed)

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Leslie looked up to the fidgeting young man. “Barry - yes, hello. Grace did mention you, a few times.” The young woman had hardly stopped mentioning him, partly why Leslie had agreed to see him.

Her eyebrow raised at the mention of Bruce and Alfred. For someone who had next to no knowledge of Gotham’s vigilantes, Grace sure did have a habit of getting mixed up with their civilian counterparts. Not entirely unlike herself. Leslie didn’t recognise the young man in front of her though.

“It’s just the two of us in here. While Grace might be concerned, I can appreciate that you might not want to discuss this kind of thing with her. Would you like to tell me what’s been going on?”

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Leslie’s temper flared at the incompetent idiots who would give a morphine addict the drug without checking his notes. It wouldn’t help Alfred for her to lose her composure right now, but she was already cataloguing a list of who to contact to try and make sure it didn’t happen again. 

She regarded the man for a long moment. She could see the cycle that he was stuck in, but seeing it solved very little. The pain in his leg would persist, Bruce would continue to be Alfred’s responsibility and with the death of Thomas and Martha Wayne, Alfred’s support network had shrunk considerably.  

It wasn’t her job to mother the man, he needed to work his own way out of the hole he was in. Of all the questions that she could ask him, she settles on the most practical one. “What do you need? If I could give you some help, what would that look like?”

"This can't happen again Alfred. Think of Bruce, he needs you. So pull your shit together."

He turns to find Leslie sitting in the armchair fussing through a medical bag. Sighing he sets the towel down on the bed. "I know that, it's worrying about him that gets me into this mess"

"I start worrying, the pain starts up and once I struggle to physically walk, I'm wanting it" He'd kicked this addiction once. Sadly, it seemed to have reared its ugly head again after the death of Bruce's parents. Thomas had been strict with his medications, but now, with no one to watch him he found his will power lower than ever. "The last lot of pills didn't work...so the hospital put me back on the hard stuff, seems I can't seem to avoid it"

"What does Gotham have for you? One of the highest crime rates in the country as well as one of the most contrasting society classes in America. You can find people having a gala and some stories below people trying to get something to eat"

"It's the same story in every city. The rich accumulate wealth while those without... don't. At least Gotham doesn't pretend it isn't exactly like that. The question for people like us is 'what are we going to do about it?'"

Leslie shrugs, raising an eyebrow. "The people at the bottom deserve a fair chance don't they? That's what I'm trying to give them through my work here. Level the playing field. Can the same be said for you?"

"WINK"

Leslie fixed Alfred with a look, aiming for stoic, but not quite being able to pull it off; the grin edging onto her face giving her away.

"What are you up to, troublemaker?"

“New city, fresh start. C’mon Gotham, what have you got for me?”