[It's late enough that he's been asleep for some already, but the knock on the door rouses him slightly, enough to open his eyes and see his bedroom door swing open in the dark. It's probably an oversight to keep the door unlocked, but he liked to leave it that way, for Alfred to come and go as he needed to. Half asleep, he pushes himself on an elbow to try and see who it is, hand straying towards his bedside table where his gun sits]
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