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If you had to describe each member of the Batfam with one sentence each. What would they be? Trying to prove a point. (Real answers preferred, meme answers DEFINITELY allowed tho)
How small must the world be for both Bruce and Tim to witness John and Mary Grayson's deaths
Or for 10-year-old Duke to crack the Riddler's puzzle before Batman swoops in and saves the day, long before his powers came into play
Or for Sheila Haywood to leave her son only to end up assisting his killer a decade and a half later
Not to mention the popular fanon concept of Jason knowing baby Damian in the League of Assassins
Now imagine how many other invisible strings could've tied them together
Like what if Tim and Jason went to the same school when Jason was Robin but all they shared was the occasional bump and "excuse me" in the busy halls
Or what if Babs was a tutor and helped an elementary-aged Steph finally understand her homework only for the Browns to cancel after a couple sessions because they couldn't afford it
What if the first person to buy Cass a hot meal was Kate on one of her travels
What if Alfred witnessed young Selina shoplifting groceries but chose to turn a blind eye
What if Jason lived on the same streets as the Row siblings and gave little Harper tips on how to use tools and defend her brother
What if Steph and Duke shared the same school bus, only he sat in the front while she was toward the back
What if the first person to teach Tim how to tie his shoes was Bruce at a gala because Jack and Janet were busy talking to someone important
What if Bette did a DNA test for fun and found a connection in Nanda Parbat but just assumed the results was faulty because she knew her whole family, right?
What if 8-year-old Dick, the day before his parents died, stayed at a cheap hotel near Crime Alley and found 4-year-old Jason wandering alone and said, "I'll be your big brother for tonight"
What if the universe knew they were made for each other and wouldn't rest until they realized it too
Alfred has a relative???
Recently, Alfred had received a letter from a 'relative' of his for reasons unknown to the batfam. Alfred seemed happy about it so none of them minded too much, even when the butler said that said relative would be visiting since they hadn't been able to see each other in many years.
A few days later there is a knock on the manor's door and one of the batkids opens it to see this young adult dressed in modern yet formal attire asking if Alfred lives there.
They assume that the man is a cousin or something similar of Alfred's, until the man all but squeals like a banshee at the sight of the butler and beelines for him before doting on him.
None of them were prepared for the young adult- if he even is one at this point- to call Alfred "his boy" and for Alfred to refer to him as "father/papa".
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*knock on the door*
Tim: *opens door* hello?
Danny: Hi, does Alfred Pennyworth live/work here?
Tim: Yes??? Why do you ask?
Danny: Well you see-
Alfred: Young master Tim, who might be at the door?
Danny: *Squeals* My little Alfie!!
Tim, watching Danny rush over to Alfred and start pinching his cheeks: what the-
DP x DC idea ( feel free to add on)
Alfred Pennyworth was a dangerous man.
He was also a wise one.
He knew when he was bested when his time would finally come.
Alfred was living on borrowed time, decades past from when he should have pasted.
Instead, he was pulled from deaths grip by a man like being, whose form kept shifting. But Alfred would never forget that face, those eyes, and that scar.
How he woke up from wounds that had disappeared as if they were never there.
One would think it was a dream, made up from a near death experience.
But not Alfred Pennyworth. He awoke, and he knew that a deal of sorts had been struck. For what, Alfred had no recollection, just that the Man-being would be back one day and that he wouldn't be able to do anything about that.
So when one night a familiar shiver crawled up Alfreds spine, he placed down his knife on the cutting board.
Taking a second to mourn, he looked to the unfinished post-patrol snack his family wouldn't eat once they returned, and found the butler was no longer there.
Alfred knew they tear apart the city looking, but he hoped for their safety, this deal ended with him.
He arrived in the entraceway just as a single light knock sounded at the door.
Taking a breath, Alfred smoothed his suit out and straightened his tie before, as he has done hundreds of times, opening the door and welcoming the guest to Wayne Manor.
But there was no Man-being awaiting him.
Instead, a bright pair of green eyes looked up at him through a small head of white hair.
The small tot held out a letter with his name on the front. Unfolding the letter, Alfred read carefully.
Alfred Pennyworth
I am collecting on our deal.
This is Danny. Makes sure he makes it to adulthood.
I know your the best person for the job.
After all, you've raised the Batman.
Good luck
CW.
Or basically, Alfred gets saved by Clockwork, who strikes a deal with him.
Or Clockwork really needed to have someone raise Danny, and this boy is way too chaotic for most to handle. But this Pennyworth just might be his best option.
DP x DC idea ( feel free to add on)
Alfred Pennyworth was a dangerous man.
He was also a wise one.
He knew when he was bested when his time would finally come.
Alfred was living on borrowed time, decades past from when he should have pasted.
Instead, he was pulled from deaths grip by a man like being, whose form kept shifting. But Alfred would never forget that face, those eyes, and that scar.
How he woke up from wounds that had disappeared as if they were never there.
One would think it was a dream, made up from a near death experience.
But not Alfred Pennyworth. He awoke, and he knew that a deal of sorts had been struck. For what, Alfred had no recollection, just that the Man-being would be back one day and that he wouldn't be able to do anything about that.
So when one night a familiar shiver crawled up Alfreds spine, he placed down his knife on the cutting board.
Taking a second to mourn, he looked to the unfinished post-patrol snack his family wouldn't eat once they returned, and found the butler was no longer there.
Alfred knew they tear apart the city looking, but he hoped for their safety, this deal ended with him.
He arrived in the entraceway just as a single light knock sounded at the door.
Taking a breath, Alfred smoothed his suit out and straightened his tie before, as he has done hundreds of times, opening the door and welcoming the guest to Wayne Manor.
But there was no Man-being awaiting him.
Instead, a bright pair of green eyes looked up at him through a small head of white hair.
The small tot held out a letter with his name on the front. Unfolding the letter, Alfred read carefully.
Alfred Pennyworth
I am collecting on our deal.
This is Danny. Makes sure he makes it to adulthood.
I know your the best person for the job.
After all, you've raised the Batman.
Good luck
CW.
Or basically, Alfred gets saved by Clockwork, who strikes a deal with him.
Or Clockwork really needed to have someone raise Danny, and this boy is way too chaotic for most to handle. But this Pennyworth just might be his best option.
Time-warped or travel scenario where Bruce gets launched back into a younger version of himself with all the memories and the first thing he does is goes and gets Dick Grayson right after his parents' death, then pick up Jason, arrange about a million playmates to get Tim out of his house, and once he has those kids happy and taken care of, he goes off to find Cass, helps Steph with her dad, and leaves a very pointed voice-mail for Talia.
Alfred thinks he's more mentally ill than usual for knowing exactly which orphans and as he pointedly reminds Bruce, "children whose parents are still very much alive" he's trying to steal and adopt.
Bruce heatedly replies that they're his kids and that he's going to do everything right this time, rendering Alfred absolutely speechless until Bruce asks if Alfred would be able to make dinner for his new brood of kids.
"Try and remember who you're speaking to Master Bruce, I've thrown dinner parties with less notice"
"Great because I have a list of allergies and some notes on favourite foods."
Tim: Do you think Alfred is pregnant? Alfred looks pregnant.
Damian: Don't be ridiculous, Drake! First of all she has been spayed, second of all she has never had sexual intercourse.
Tim: You let her roam the manor grounds on her own, how are you so sure?
Damian: because I made sure every tom in the neighborhood knows I will defend her honour with my sword!
Jason, who has only just started to come back to the manor and does not know about Alfred the cat, overhearing this:
Another DCxDP demon twins AU: ghost grandpa Alfred
I know as a fandom we like to ignore Alfred's death, but I think there is some fun potential here. So after dying, Alfred decides to go visit Damian's dead twin and make sure he is doing okay. Only, he is surprised to discover that he isn't actually dead well kind of and has become a hero too because of course he did. Naturally, Alfred chooses to stick around.
Alfred makes sure Danny is eating balanced meals, going to bed at a decent hour, doing his homework/studying and patches him up after fights. All the while trying to convince Danny to visit the rest of the family, "They believe you are dead and are so sad about it. They wish they had a chance to meet you." He is slowly breaking down Danny's resolve with disappointed looks.
Alfred loves Jazz of course. I mean how could anyone not, but also he is just so happy to have a family member who actually cares about their mental health. She is a beacon amongst the rest of the family.
I think the Fentons are so into ghost hunting that they genuinely don't notice that a ghost has started up a full time residence in their home and has started doing all the cooking and cleaning. If they do notice that things are cleaner, they just think their daughter is so responsible.
When Alfred finds out about Dani he nearly has a full freak out. Someone so young is traveling all alone with no one to take care of her? And she isn't going to school and making friends her own age?? He starts following her around, making sure she eats, does some on the fly home schooling, all the while he tries to convince her to go visit Bruce so she can have a living adult in her life and also he can get her a fake ID and into school. She is like, "I am not really his kid, just a clone!" and Alfred is just, "You can't even imagine how little that matters to him."
I imagine this ends with Alfred just showing back up at the Waynes with 3 new kids trailing behind him and many tearful reunions.
happy birthday, jay and alfredo 💕
BATMAN AND ROBIN BLUE BALLPOINT PEN SKETCHES I DID IN CLASS (rough asf)
Happy (late) birthday to my favorite Waynes, Jason Todd and Alfred Pennyworth!
Are the Batfam Skiers or Snowboarders
Bruce skis for sure. Idk he just gives me those vibes. He probably knows how to snowboard but just prefers skiing. He will attempt small tricks and can usually succeed but refuses to do anything more cause of his ‘old bones.’
He wears all black. Jason and Steph eventually got a jacket with the bat symbol on it and he now where’s that religiously. His skis are really nice and are black with white streaks. His helmet is black and has those attachable ears that make it look like a bat (gift from Dick ‘to complete the look).
Dick for sure skis. Mostly because when he first saw skiing, it was at the Olympics and the jumps reminded him of the trapeze. So he skis really well and can do jumps. Occasionally will fall and lay there, laughing. He only goes with his siblings (usually Jason) since it’s more fun that way.
He wears blue pants, silver boots, and a black coat with the blue Nightwing sunbird on his chest. His helmet is blue and black mixed. His skis are black and blue. He also has attachable ears he wears with Bruce ‘to match’.
Steph is a snowboarder, the chaotic energy with the disregard for safety is her. But she’s the kind of snowboarder that will stop and help people up when they fall and maybe teach kids a thing or two.
She wears purple, her jacket is a lighter purple. Her board has a white base, and purple/green flames on the edges with a skull in the middle. Her boots are black and her helmet is gold and purple (very deep almost black.)
Barbara is a skier, just cause I feel like that’s her. But she probably knows how to snowboard and does sometimes. She’s about 70/30 about it. After she’s shot, she can’t do either but everyone bought her a sled with skis on the bottom so she could still go down the runs if she wanted to.
She wears gold pants, black jacket with a bat on the back. Her helmet is all black. Her boots are black and her snowboard is all gold with bats all over it. Her sled is black (so people can easily see her) with a Giant bat on the front and and Damian painted on the flames.
Jason is both, equally, but he snowboards more since he likes to do jumps and tricks a LOT. He’s probably on par with Dick. He likes the technical challenge of skiing but the fun of snowboarding. (He also like snowboarding cause the boots. Btw, as a skier, I am eternally jealous of those boots they look so much more comfortable). He’ll just randomly meet kids on their first ever run and decide to go down with them to help, once he spent the day with a kid who was left alone by his friends, very fun.
He, of course, wears a red helmet. He wears black pants with a lot of pockets, and a plain brown jacket (he bought it for himself and still uses it but not often), currently a brown jacket with a red bat on the back (gift from Dick). His snowboard is black with a red skeleton on the side (it’s like pulling itself up) in a graveyard. He wanted to put his name on a grave but decided not to bc his family would be upset, (he does, it’s just hidden and very tiny).
Damian I feel like snowboards but knows how to ski. He probably snowboards more because he better at it and thinks it’s cooler (but would never say it). He tried to teach Jon but was terrible. Alfred ended up teaching him but they still had fun.
He wears a gray jacket with black sleeves, and black pants. His helmet is black but has those spikes on it (gift from Jon) that every kid has. His board is just plain black until Jason stole it and got it customized with a ninja on the bottom with a katana.
Tim snowboards, it fits him. He doesn’t know how to ski and refuses to learn. He just likes snowboarding better. If really pressed he’ll try skiing but would prefer to never do it. He feels like hes flying and he looks like he’s not even trying at all. Arms not moving, chill relaxed posture.
He wears a muted red jacket, black pants, and gold helmet. His board is is black and gold, it was stolen and returned with a Red Robin on the bottom about to fly.
Duke doesn’t know how to do either until Jason and Alfred teach him. He ends up liking both equally but snowboards more because it’s easier for him to do.
He wears all gold with black boots and a black bat on the jacket. His board is straight gold with a large black bat on the bottom and a kinda metal/tech look. He has the ears as well, in gold.
Cass skis, she likes the feeling of being more technically challenged. She wants to try snowboarding but hasn’t really found the time. If she did, she’d go with Steph and Jason. They’re good teachers and fun to be with.
She used to wear all black but changed the jacket out for one with a gold bat on the bat and gold in the tops of the shoulder and top of the sleeves. She has the ears but doesn’t always wear them bc she forgets to put them on.
Alfred does both extremely well. He prefers skiing but taught all of the Batfam. He was a spy of course he knows how to ski in a suit. He can do anything with doing either. He has all the gear, waxes, and boots in tip top shape. Despite what most would think, he loves to ski and goes the most often out of the family.
He is honestly the most difficult to do, he could ski in a suit and that would work. So, he wears a gray pants, a gray jacket the the top of shoulders and sleeves are black. His ski boots are black and his skis are somehow more expensive than Bruce’s. They were a gift but he won’t say who. His helmet is black. He does not wear the ears, but if with family, he will wear them so they can pick each other out of the crowd.
Jason has always been exceptionally talented with firearms, even as Robin. While Dick is great with his Escrima sticks, Tim with his Bow staff, and Damian with his sword, Jason always has guns.
All of the Batfam lily know how to use and disarm them, but Jason always loved using them. Bruce taught him the very basics, but Jason went to Alfred to learn more. Alfred was very excited to teach him and the backyard quickly became a shooting range.
He was very into them and willing to learn ANYTHING, so Alfred taught him to snipe, hunt small and large game, moving targets with a rifle and shotgun, use different sized revolvers that he has trouble lifting, and dual shooting.
(Alfred also taught him to use a crossbow and different swords found across the manor. When asked about how he knew all of this, he just smiled and told Jason ‘I’ve lived a long life, and I’ve crossed paths with many who lived shorter ones. (This was the most information Antione has ever got out of Alfred and Heading takes pride in that.))
In simulations that have scores, Jason scores ok, but go to the shooting range and he has the top score. Not just the top score, but he beat everyone by a long shot.
Like, Bruce is third with 7500, Alfred has 20000 (he was a spy so duh) and Jason has 25000.
He’s also great with a bow too, since Roy taught him the basics. He is good with knives and a kusarigama (I think?), it’s a long string/thin rope with a spike/knife on the end.
Basically the more lethal weapons that could be found in Crime Alley. He just never used them as Robin bc they were too dangerous.
To this day, he’s beaten the score but the old ones haven’t been beat. His Robin scare is 25000 but his Red Hood score is 75000.
Everyone tries to beat it but when they can’t, it’s suddenly not a competition anymore.
Imagine Dick and Jason asking Alfred for help when they were younger. Obviously he’d be a great help, but due to being British he accidentally influenced them into spelling certain words differently like “colour.”
the beginning
That is something new I'm trying, my original character and her back story also others that I will be adding will be in an actual book. But I always wanted to do fanfiction on the bat family; I'll hope you'll enjoy this. Also, I don't own any of DC character. Please feedback
It was one of the dark and rainy evenings in Gotham city. On a rooftop of Lex laboratory was the dark knight, Batman, searching for information about one of the shipments that were stolen by the Penguin. While he entered throughout one of the windows, to start to investigate, he heard a soft cry in one of the cages. He was horrified to see what was inside. He looked around and saw two scientists on the floor. Their veins are black. A baby barely two-years-old was crying. Next to her, there was a woman, possibly her mother, laying without moving there with bruises and wounds all over her body. In an instant, Batman opened the cage and took the baby out, holding her, trying to soothe her down when suddenly the woman grasped his arm.
Batman looked down and saw her arm was covered with black scales. She tried to speak up; however, all she could make was gurgles noises, and all that comes out was black blood. Her eyes were black and red.
She looked deeps into his eyes and saw all of his memories. From the happy boy, he was, to the horrible night which he lost his parents, to the dark knight he becomes. She knew it wasn't the best choice, but she also understood his loss and pain. When she saw how tender he was, holding her precious daughter in his arms, she knew her daughter was in good hands. She raised her hands for her baby, and Batman handed the baby to her. The mother cradled her baby and sang a lullaby softly to her, for the last time. The crying baby slowly begins to fall asleep, and the mother kisses her head for goodbye and gives her to the vigilant. She gives him a sad look and a soft smile and closes her eyes for the last time, knowing what's going to come. Her body was covered with black scales as she drifted into the air. The vigilant was in awe; suddenly, a yell pierced the room. The Bat threw smoke booms and vanished into the night. Once he was far from the lab, he looked at the baby, who was still asleep, and without a second thought, he made a decision that will change his life.
So this is the first chapter, I hope that it's readable. Enjoy, and see you soon. dc characters doesn't belong to me
Omfg I'll forever be plauged by this
Bruce doesn’t know when violence stops being violence to him.
When he’s 4 years old, he pushes Oliver Queen off the swings, because it was his turn, and if talking wouldn’t work, this would.
Martha holds his face , gently, when he has to write an apology letter.
“If you want to participate in cruelty, you can’t cry when you become a victim of it.”
He also punched Sophia Falcone for calling Selina an ugly word, and his small fists ache after, but it doesn’t feel wrong.
His mama grins, small but proud, and Alfred makes his favorite tea, and Thomas tells ‘nice shot, babe’ while gently wrapping up his bleeding knuckles.
He remembers Oswald Cobblepot coming over, seeing him, and handing him ten bucks while cackling.
Gotham teaches him young.
They were out, — Thomas never lets Alfred leave home without him, not even for trivial little things like grocery shopping. And where his father goes, Bruce goes, tied to his hip like an extra limb.
There’s a man, — and he’s holding his wife by the hair. Bruce knows because he can see their rings glowing in the grey sunshine. They’re like Alfie’s rings.
She has bruises on her face, and her neck, and he’s scared for her. Thomas gently puts him down, and Bruce asks if he’ll call Mr. Policeman Gordon.
And Thomas unlocks his wristwatch, slides it over to his knuckles.
“This is how Waynes do things.”
Alfred tries to take Bruce awayand Uncle Oz stops him. When he watches Thomas punches and stomps on that man’s face until his legs stop twitching, he understands.
As Batman, Penguin hands him a 10 dollar bill, still wet with blood, when Bruce takes him to Arkham.
“Your daddy didn’t need a mask. “
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Summary: After accidentally mistaking Batman as a criminal and spraying him with pepper spray, you both have seemed to form a friendship.
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Warnings: Pepper spray, mention of Gotham being dangerous.
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Bruce has no idea how he got himself into this situation. Or rather... This habit.
It all started on that faithful night.
Walking alone at night in Gotham was like an one way ticket to heaven. A death wish, as some may say.
You sighed, looking around anxiously as you tried to walk as fast as you could. Every flicker of the night light, every random sound was making you jump in terror. You were half convinced that this was going to be your last day on earth.
You were just about to walk past an alley when you saw a shadowy figure stand menacingly at the entrance. The lights were flickering as the lamp above seemed to be surviving off of the happiness of the citizens of Gotham. Obviously, there wasn't much life left in it.
Red alarms started to go off in your head as the figure slowly started to move towards you. The heavy sound of its boot hitting the ground, the sound of your quickened heartbeat, the sound of the pained hissed that left the shadowy figure- Wait... Pained hiss?
It was only then you realised that you had sprayed the shadowy figure, Batman, with the pepper spray you were clutching while walking.
You gasped, staring at Batman in shock. He was hissing at the sudden attack, one of his eye half opened as he stared directly at you.
'I am so dead.'
Your eyes were wide before you shakingly reached into your purse, pulling out a small water bottle as you handed it to him, "I am so sorry! I thought you were some... Some criminal! Oh my- Splash this in your eyes! I am so sorry!" Half of the words sounded like nonsense due to how fast you were speaking.
He reluctaningly grabbed the water, splashing some water into his eyes as the affect of the spray started to subdue.
For a minute or two, nobody said anything as you both just stared at each other.
"What are you doing outside at this hour?"
"I am so sorry!"
Both of you decided to speak at the same time, which made none of you understand what the other person said.
"Come again?"
"I didn't hear-"
And it happened again.
"Speak."
"I am sorry-"
And again.
Finally, Batman seemed to have enough of it as he just stared at you broodingly, making you shut your mouth from fear.
"Why are you out at such an hour?"
You paused at his question, looking at him sheepishly, "Uh... Nightshift..."
Your answer made him raise an eyebrow which you didn't see because of his mask, "You shouldn't walk alone in the streets of Gotham with only a pepper spray as a weapon."
You nodded, looking at the ground as you suddenly felt like a child getting scolded by your parent.
Batman sighed as he stared at your figure, he can't just let you walk around at such an hour. Especially when it looked like you had the survival skills of a limbless cockroach.
"I will walk you home. Lead the way."
And that's how everything started.
"You haven't been paying attention to what I have been yapping about, have you?" You deadpanned, staring at him as he spaced out.
This made Batman blink, coming out of his chain of thoughts as he stared at the bowl of cereal you passed to him.
"Eat."
He blinked again, glancing at you in slight confusion before he started to eat.
He doesn't remember how this became a... Thing. It started out as occasionally walking you home from your nightshifts, then it shifted to him being injured after a rather brutal fight with a criminal near your apartment complex which made you usher him to your house for some patching up and now it has become a habit of Batman to swing by your window every once in a while, whenever he knew you would be awake or knew you had a day off.
You have come out of your shell fully, and now he knows you as the sassy and playful girl he once saved instead of the scared and timided girl.
"Eat up! You look like you have been starving since the dark ages, Mr. Dark knight." He let out an amused grunt at your words, rolling his eyes as he ate the cereal.
It was a comical scene, having him sit in your kitchen in his Batsuit while you lectured him about his poor eating habits in your pastel night gown.
You were an amusing person, a dramatic display of playfulness and sarcasm was always expected from you. Batman has seemed to grow fond of you and your shared time spent together over the past few months as he found himself looking forward to these meet-ups.
He has heard it all, from how much you dislike your job to how much you loved visiting animal sanctuaries to how you once crashed your friend's bicycle into different objects all under 15 minutes.
All these little stories would make him smile slightly while he worked in his Batcave. Alfred has heard all about you as well, the butler seemed to have grown fond of you as well despite never meeting you.
He glanced at you, watching you move around the kitchen as you washed the dishes. A thought passed through his mind.
He could help you.
Imagining him, Batman, helping you wash the dishes in his Batsuit. That would certainly be something you would die laughing at.
He shook his head slightly at the thought, focusing on eating the cereal you had given him.
"So, when are you going to leave your shitty job?" That made you look at him, slightly taken aback by his sudden question.
"Oh... Um... When I find a job that pays the same or more...?"
There it was again. The same answer you always give him. At first, he used to get irritated by your answer but now he understands your point. He knows the financial struggle you have gone through as a child, which has made you very anxious about having no job. All his attempts to help you fell on deaf ears as you firmly stated that you do not want money from your struggling vigilante friend.
He still has no idea why you think he is a struggling vigilante.
Does he look broke to you?
He sighed, glancing at the clock as he saw what time it was. The sun was about to rise.
"Do you have a day-off tomorrow or another night shift?"
You looked up from the dishes, glancing at him, "I have a day-off."
He nodded, walking up the sink to wash his bowl as you stepped aside to make space for him.
This is starting to feel oddly domestic.
"You should head to bed then." This earned a giggle from you as you looked at him with an amused expression.
"Aww, are you worried about my health?" You cooed jokingly as you leaned against the counter.
"You work at odd hours. From 8 pm till 3:45 am, it has to be one of the most ridiculous work hours I have ever heard of." He mumbled, scrubbing the bowl as he pretended to be annoyed at your playful behaviour.
You hummed, nodding your head in agreement before a small yawn escaped you, making Batman give you a 'I told you so' look behind his mask.
"See? You should head to bed." He grumbled, drying the bowl before putting it in its place.
"Alright, alright, I'll head to bed. Just make sure that whenever you leave, you close the window." He nodded as he watched you walked towards your bedroom, stretching as you glanced back at him.
He still has no idea how this has become something so normal to both of you that you just let him stay in your house while you sleep and he knows exactly where the bowl goes in the cupboard.
Bruce sighed as he flipped through the documents and files of the new Wayne enterprise project, his eyes narrowed as the sunlight from outside was starting to bother him. He could almost feel a headache coming in.
It has been weeks since he last saw you, he has been busy with his duties as a vigilante and the owner of the Wayne enterprise to the point he could barely find the time to visit you. Thankfully, you have left your old job for good so he knows that you are at least not walking around the dangerous streets of Gotham at night.
But he still can't help but feel worried about your financial state, to the point that he has voiced it out to Alfred a few times.
He sighed again, glancing at the door as he heard a knock.
"Come in!"
His eyes widened as he stared as you walked in, his new secretary.
Suddenly, everything makes sense. Alfred suddenly pestering him to appoint a new secretary, Alfred going out of his way to personal find him a new secretary. Everything is starting to make sense.
'That cunning old man...'
i personally feel like the entire batfamily failed their permit or drivers test at least once. this isn’t up for debate.
dick failed his permit test a couple times and he was dumbfounded everytime but it was literally just because he never studied because he thought he watched bruce drive the batmobile enough to just remember what he did but what bruce did was all illegal.
jason failed his first permit test because he didn’t bother to study and he definitely failed it in the first couple of minutes of the test starting. he passed the second time but then died and never bothered to take his drivers test and that’s why no one likes to drive with jason.
everyone was surprised when tim failed his permit test a couple times because they all saw him as the smartest in the family but it was because he was sleep deprived and running on a cup of coffee and a monster energy drink.
steph had already passed her permit test before she joined the family but she drove so recklessly that no one let her even attempt the drivers test until alfred taught her correctly.
cass was the first one in the family to pass their permit test and drivers test on the first try and no one knows how or why because when they drive with her, she will hit a curb everytime.
duke was always too scared to drive so he probably hasn’t even taken his permit test yet because he knows it means he has to get in the drivers seat.
and by the time damian was old enough to take his permit test, everyone was so scared because they didn’t know what he was capable of or how much road rage he would have but once he got his license and started helping drive people places, he was actually the calmest driver out of all of them.
Murder
Bruce- Murder is wrong, even if many people deserve to die.
Dick- Murder is wrong. Most of the time. Unless it the joker.
Jason- Murder is necessary to stop the deaths and suffering of innocents.
Tim- Murder would make me weird-gun batman.
Stephanie- Murder is *checks notes* ...would upset the big boss :)
Cassandra- Murder is wrong. full stop. nobody deserves to die.
Damian- Murder is simply a loss of a potentially evil person, however I will not indulge in it.
Duke- I'm too lazy for murder idfk.
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Alfred- I have a shotgun, and I'm not afraid to use it. However i might avoid it, as it would get my carpets dirty.