Alfred bites the thread. Examines his stitches. Looks at the SCARS criss-crossing Wayne’s shoulders.

ALFRED

Know your limits, Master Wayne.

WAYNE

Batman has no limits.

ALFRED

Well, you do sir.

WAYNE

I can’t afford to know them.

ALFRED

And what happens the day you find out?

WAYNE

We all know how much you like to say ‘I told you so’.

ALFRED

That day, Master Wayne, even I won’t want to.  Probably.