American of the Night

By day he is Alfred F Jones. Your average American guy. He loves to eat and hang out and play video games. But by night he is a vigilante stopping some of the worst criminals. His motivation being the disappearance of his brother one year ago. By day a fun loving guy, by night a man fueled by vengenance. Hero or nut job? That's your decision. Alfred F Jones, The Batman. ((Independent RP blog for Batman!Alfred.))

[americanofthenight-blog]

I miss him...

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The Night: Introductions

Tonight was like any other night, Alfred Jones no longer exists. He was now the Batman, seeking vengeance. He had been following the man known as the Joker for weeks now. He had reason to believe that that crazed man kidnapped his brother. Batman stood in the darkness as he followed his enemy.

[wecallthemdoki]

It had been a quiet night, no big plans from the Joker as he had just been wandering. He strolled into his little hideaway, a usual thought crossing his mind. Did anyone miss him? The man he used to be? Of course they didn’t, no one had come looking for him. 

[americanofthenight-blog]

Batman caught sight of the clown and began to stalk him in the shadows. He remained completely silent, something that is usually not in his personality. But he was not Alfred, he was the Batman. He wondered if maybe the clown would lead him to where he was keeping his brother.

[wecallthemdoki]

Once inside the abandoned building he was now calling home he pulled out one of his switch blades, flicking it open before looking it over. He flipped the thing shut, making himself comfortable on a couch that sat among the random disarray of things.

[americanofthenight-blog]

He followed the man inside after a bit, still staying hidden in the shadows. He scanned the building for any sign of anyone else being there. His brother had to be there. He just had to be! Alfred carefully began to scan the building further, he stayed silent in fear of being caught by the insane man.

[wecallthemdoki]

The madman began whistling as he sat, an old French-Canadian tune he’d known his whole life left his lips. As much as he enjoyed silence, this silence hadn’t been the peaceful kind, causing him to break it. A small white stuffed bear sat at the other end of the couch, which he left untouched.

[americanofthenight-blog]

Al froze at the sound of the tune. He remembered that little tune. His mother used to hum it before bed every night to him and Matt. His eyes caught sight of the madman and then shifted towards the stuffed bear. It was Matt’s bear! He had to be here somewhere! “Give him back to me!” He shouted as he stepped out of the shadows, “WHERE IS HE?!”

[wecallthemdoki]

He didn’t even flinch as the darkly dressed man approached him. Standing up he gave a smirk “Who?” oh god, the irony in what he had just said. He took a step closer, both hands in his pocket, one gripping his switch blade. He looked the other over, his grin growing “And I thought I was batty.”

[americanofthenight-blog]

He clenched his fist, “Where’s Matthew at?!” He yelled. his voice full of rage…and fear. Apart of him didnt want to know the answer. “I know you have him. That’s his bear!” He gestured to the white bear.

[wecallthemdoki]

Quirking his eyebrow he looked from the bear, then back to him, a bit confused. Then it clicked. He grinned and chuckled again “Matthew? Oh dear, I don’t think I should tell you~”

[americanofthenight-blog]

"What did you do to him?!" He asked as he approached closer. "Where's Matthew Williams? And for your sake he better still be alive!" The rage in his voice was obvious.

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas started following you

[americanofthenight-blog]

*rolls eyes and drops him*

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

What, that’s it?

And you expect to be taken seriously.

[americanofthenight-blog]

I have much better things to be doing than messing with you. I’m after real criminals.

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

Ha, real criminals. 

Yes, go chase the pickpockets, why don’t you.

[americanofthenight-blog]

I'm after a real criminal, a real madman. He kidnapped my brother two years ago.

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirthurarkland is my partner for justice!!!

[americanofthenight-blog]

Just keep getting drunk

[kirthurarkland-blog]

Why, do you want me to.

[americanofthenight-blog]

I could care less either way

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirthurarkland is my partner for justice!!!

[americanofthenight-blog]

Hm you got me on that one

[kirthurarkland-blog]

[americanofthenight-blog]

Just keep getting drunk

[americanofthenight-blog]

Forgive him, he's, hmm, grumpy after a few hundred years.

Alright I'll try to.

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas started following you

[americanofthenight-blog]

*rolls eyes and drops him*

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

What, that’s it?

And you expect to be taken seriously.

[americanofthenight-blog]

I have much better things to be doing than messing with you. I'm after real criminals.

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I- just don't injure him. I'm the one who will end up nursing him. I know who you are, I thank you for what you do for my people.

I don't need to be thanked. I do what's right. You should teach your friend to have a little respect.

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas started following you

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

Batman?

Bat

Man?

*bursts out laughing*

A bat man—

Oh, dear Neptune, I can’t—

[americanofthenight-blog]

*grabs him by his collar and pushes him against the wall*

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

*grins up at him*

Oh, am I supposed to be scared now, Bat boy?

[americanofthenight-blog]

*knees him in the crotch*

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

*winces, lets out a quiet groan, folds his arm over his middle*

Huh.

Cute.

*shoves his hand in his face, pushing it away*

[americanofthenight-blog]

*rolls eyes and drops him*

[americanofthenight-blog]

Please. Let him go, never mind our profession. He has a mouth, but he hasn't harmed you.

I wont hurt him too badly. Just teach him a bit of a lesson. I'm a man of justice, not some criminal.

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirthurarkland is my partner for justice!!!

[americanofthenight-blog]

you’re a dick, ya know?

[kirthurarkland-blog]

You’re a terrible drinking partner.

[americanofthenight-blog]

Hm you got me on that one

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas started following you

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

Batman?

Bat

Man?

*bursts out laughing*

A bat man—

Oh, dear Neptune, I can’t—

[americanofthenight-blog]

*grabs him by his collar and pushes him against the wall*

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

*grins up at him*

Oh, am I supposed to be scared now, Bat boy?

[americanofthenight-blog]

*knees him in the crotch*

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I beg you, release him.

Oh look another one. Is there a pirate convention in town or something?

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirthurarkland is my partner for justice!!!

[americanofthenight-blog]

-_- keep drinking

[kirthurarkland-blog]

Boring answer.

//does so

[americanofthenight-blog]

you're a dick, ya know?

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kirthurarkland is my partner for justice!!!

[americanofthenight-blog]

*rolls eyes and drinks*

[kirthurarkland-blog]

So what’s your deal, anyway?

//drinks hhcckk— ok i’m good

Ack. Ahem. You’re all…Batman’d and stuff, and…you pop out of nowhere and start calling me sexy and…why? Your parents dead or something?

[americanofthenight-blog]

-_- keep drinking

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kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas started following you

Hi I’m Batfred…FUCK…I’m Alman…FUCK…Im Alfred…

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

You don’t even know your own name.

Wonderful first impression.

[americanofthenight-blog]

-_- shut up

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

I’m not taking orders from someone I just met. Much less from someone that doesn’t know their own name.

[americanofthenight-blog]

*unamused*

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

Oh, I’m so terrified; what, are those supposed to be ears? How absolutely intimidating, I don’t know what to do with myself.

*massive sarcasm*

[americanofthenight-blog]

Are you mocking me?

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

No, I’d never dream of such a thing.

*the irony in his voice is practically palpable*

[americanofthenight-blog]

And I’m not scared of a dork in a pirate gettup

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

You should be.

And at least you can tell what I am. What are you supposed to be, some sort of cat thing?

[americanofthenight-blog]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4qgTk8Vfyc

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

Batman?

Bat

Man?

*bursts out laughing*

A bat man—

Oh, dear Neptune, I can’t—

[americanofthenight-blog]

*grabs him by his collar and pushes him against the wall*

[americanofthenight-blog]

kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas started following you

Hi I’m Batfred…FUCK…I’m Alman…FUCK…Im Alfred…

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

You don’t even know your own name.

Wonderful first impression.

[americanofthenight-blog]

-_- shut up

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

I’m not taking orders from someone I just met. Much less from someone that doesn’t know their own name.

[americanofthenight-blog]

*unamused*

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

Oh, I’m so terrified; what, are those supposed to be ears? How absolutely intimidating, I don’t know what to do with myself.

*massive sarcasm*

[americanofthenight-blog]

Are you mocking me?

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

No, I’d never dream of such a thing.

*the irony in his voice is practically palpable*

[americanofthenight-blog]

And I’m not scared of a dork in a pirate gettup

[kirklandscourgeofthesevenseas-d]

You should be.

And at least you can tell what I am. What are you supposed to be, some sort of cat thing?

[americanofthenight-blog]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4qgTk8Vfyc