Summary: Every problem has a solution.
Author Notes: Based on -without being nearly equal to the task- a terrifying idea of brown_betty.
The transporter's whine echoed through the Cave.
"Master Bruce, Master Tim," said Alfred coming down the stairs, "I take it that you've been able to sort your magical problems."
"Zatanna's information was precise," said Batman.
"I'm glad to hear that, sir. I assume mind swaps can be terrible nuisances."
Batman sat at the computer's main terminal. "Quite. I've already lost too much time dealing with this."
Robin nodded, walking toward the stairs. "Alfred," he said as he passed the old man.
He frowned, looking at him with widening eyes. "Master Bruce...?"
"It doesn't matter," said the boy without slowing his ascent.
Batman kept working silently.
An hour later, Alfred brought down his dinner.