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anythingdrabbleTitle: An Easter Tail
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairings: Alfred, Bruce/Selina
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Alfred was in a jovial mood. And then he opened a door to a most unexpected sight that Easter morn.
He was humming underneath his breath that morning as he opened the door. He was in a jovial mood. The skies outside were blue. None of those for whom he cared had been harmed during the previous night's crimefighting. Best of all, there was a new, young Master Wayne on the way. Alfred couldn't help beaming as he imagined tiny feet scampering from room to room in the big, lonely mansion on the next year's holiday. If the kid was anything like his parents, he'd grow fast, but be a chubby, little cheeker, loving chocolate and sweets, until he was able to work it all off on the streets of Gotham.
Of course, that did not bring such joy, but with Master and Missus Wayne to watch over him, not to mention the rest of the Batbrood, the child would be just fine. Besides, despite what the tabloids thought, crimefighting ran on both sides of his family. The boy would be fine, and if he wasn't -- Well, all the heroes in Gotham and across the nation would be lining up to take a whack at whoever deigned to actually harm a hair on the boy's head.
Alfred's merry whistle died in his throat, however, as he opened the door to the master boudoir. There, in a pool of sunlight in front of the open window, stood the new mistress of Wayne Manor, the strongest and most graceful woman, in Alfred's not-so humble opinion, whom Master Bruce had ever dated looking not at all so grateful. There was a bit of crimson blood on her cheek, and a fluffy, white powderpuff tail sticking out of her mouth. Wordlessly, Alfred inclined his balding head to Missus Wayne and ducked right back out of the master chamber.
He shut the door behind him and let out a slightly unsteady breath. The tray in his arms slid just a little, but he caught it with ease. He had been a butler for far too many years to allow any surprise to catch him so off guard. There was a table just outside the room, and he set the silver tray on it as he pondered what to do. He had always cared for Master Wayne, and for Mistress Kyle, as well, whenever she'd visited, but this was beyond even his duties!
"Happy Easter, Alfred."
"Master Bruce!" Alfred straightened immediately. "I was going to go in, but I do not believe Missus Wayne is quite..." He paused, searching for a word to fit the imbroglio he had just witnessed. "... decent yet." He had always cared for Master Bruce, always doing the best to tend to the boy's mistakes and problems as though he were Alfred's own son, `but as he watched him coming along the corridor that bright and cheery morning, Alfred quickly made a decision. Mistress Kyle, or Missus Wayne, was far from a mistake, but a lady who ate raw rabbits, on Easter or any other morn, was definitely her husband's to tend.
The End
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairings: Alfred, Bruce/Selina
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Alfred was in a jovial mood. And then he opened a door to a most unexpected sight that Easter morn.
He was humming underneath his breath that morning as he opened the door. He was in a jovial mood. The skies outside were blue. None of those for whom he cared had been harmed during the previous night's crimefighting. Best of all, there was a new, young Master Wayne on the way. Alfred couldn't help beaming as he imagined tiny feet scampering from room to room in the big, lonely mansion on the next year's holiday. If the kid was anything like his parents, he'd grow fast, but be a chubby, little cheeker, loving chocolate and sweets, until he was able to work it all off on the streets of Gotham.
Of course, that did not bring such joy, but with Master and Missus Wayne to watch over him, not to mention the rest of the Batbrood, the child would be just fine. Besides, despite what the tabloids thought, crimefighting ran on both sides of his family. The boy would be fine, and if he wasn't -- Well, all the heroes in Gotham and across the nation would be lining up to take a whack at whoever deigned to actually harm a hair on the boy's head.
Alfred's merry whistle died in his throat, however, as he opened the door to the master boudoir. There, in a pool of sunlight in front of the open window, stood the new mistress of Wayne Manor, the strongest and most graceful woman, in Alfred's not-so humble opinion, whom Master Bruce had ever dated looking not at all so grateful. There was a bit of crimson blood on her cheek, and a fluffy, white powderpuff tail sticking out of her mouth. Wordlessly, Alfred inclined his balding head to Missus Wayne and ducked right back out of the master chamber.
He shut the door behind him and let out a slightly unsteady breath. The tray in his arms slid just a little, but he caught it with ease. He had been a butler for far too many years to allow any surprise to catch him so off guard. There was a table just outside the room, and he set the silver tray on it as he pondered what to do. He had always cared for Master Wayne, and for Mistress Kyle, as well, whenever she'd visited, but this was beyond even his duties!
"Happy Easter, Alfred."
"Master Bruce!" Alfred straightened immediately. "I was going to go in, but I do not believe Missus Wayne is quite..." He paused, searching for a word to fit the imbroglio he had just witnessed. "... decent yet." He had always cared for Master Bruce, always doing the best to tend to the boy's mistakes and problems as though he were Alfred's own son, `but as he watched him coming along the corridor that bright and cheery morning, Alfred quickly made a decision. Mistress Kyle, or Missus Wayne, was far from a mistake, but a lady who ate raw rabbits, on Easter or any other morn, was definitely her husband's to tend.
The End
