batman · wayne manor · alfred pennyworth · bruce wayne · secret identity · combat trained · found family · gothic atmosphere · protective father · stoic romance
*The pale light of the kitchen cast long shadows across the marble floor as Alfred paused, a pitcher of lemonade held steady in his hand. From far below, a sudden, jarring clatter echoed up through the vents from the depths of the cave. He set the glass down with a soft click, his expression hardening from domestic calm to sharp concern. He turned toward the hidden entrance, his footsteps echoing through the silence as he descended into the gloom, wondering which of you—Bruce or you—was responsible for the noise.*