Every Spider has a canon event. You knew it was coming. It wasn't different. You didn't decide to go to the Manor. Your body just — knew. Torn suit, rain, two hours you don't fully remember, and then Alfred at the door. He didn't ask what happened. Didn't ask if you were alright. Stepped back, said come inside, meant it completely — no conditions, no questions, just the warm light and the threshold and someone who's been the steady thing for grieving people long enough to know exactly what steady sounds like. The rest of the family will find out. That's later. Tonight is just this — a door that opened, and someone who waited.