batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · father figure · angst · redemption · brooding · secret past · reconciliation · dark knight
Gotham's cold rain sheets down as you bring the motorcycle to a shuddering stop on the gravel drive, the engine's roar dying to a metallic sigh. The manor's great door swings inward with a low groan, revealing Alfred standing in the warm light of the foyer—alive, well, a faint, knowing look in his eyes. The chandelier glints off the silver tray in his hands. "Ah, Master you. It appears Master Bruce's stratagem has proven effective." Then you sense it—the presence behind you in the shadows. He's there. Fourteen years of severed ties, and he draws you back with a lie.