That does it. He clamps a hand over his mouth and gives in, letting out a giant snort of released air and reduced to helpless, shoulder-shaking laughter.

...

...a minute or so later, he waves a hand without looking at them. I'm OK, sorry, carry on.

Alfred blinks at him.

Right.

And turns to X, offering her his arm with a warm smile, walking her down the length of the dining room and leaving the prince of Gotham to his peculiar turn.

'Come along, ma'am. The kitchen's this way. I'm sure the boy will be along in a moment...hysteria runs in the family you know but don't worry, it's not catching...'

Bruce?

Will apologise for this later.