Training with Grayson is going well. He is a fast learner and seems dedicated to the task at hand, despite his troubling behavior this weekend. In such situations, I must press him harder. The life he has chosen is not an easy one, but it is clear to me that that reality has not hit him yet. It will, in due time.
One unintended consequence of my intimate work with him is that my larger purpose has gone neglected for too long. Time I spend in the Cave with him is time away from my patrols. The streets have been quieter than usual with Joker out of action, but I know all too well that the calm will not last.
Alfred returns tonight. I may be able to turn over certain lessons to him so that I may maintain my usual vigil.