Alfred Pennyworth RP - Irons BvS Roleplay ONLINE [x] Follow @mr007pennyworth as well for rp this is a block to redirect from an old blog (CardiRichedion is now private to those who already know him)
Please follow @mr007pennyworthdcv (the redirected blog) and @mr007pennyworth (the main rp blog) for Alfred Pennyworth RP. Jeremy Irons BVS/JL version is main and Sean Pertwee Gotham TV series as a side available as well. Open to all RP fans.
Alfred shakes his head and sighs. "What is it Jason that you think you failed at exactly?"
"If anyone failed here, it was Bruce himself, you were young, you might have seen the world as your toy but it has its tricks even now, I know well enough how it only takes one second to make a lapse of judgement and you'll suffer for not questioning everything as thoroughly as your first started"
Headcanon: The only monsters here are under your bed.
It's well known now, that it wasn't Alfred that hired Grace. It was Alfie.
Fed up with the abuse, the threats, the nightmares, the FEAR of being sent back to New York. Alfie took things into his own hands and convinced Alfred to hire himself some help.
After Leslie made it clear to Bruce that these random bursts of PTSD were actually part of a disorder, things started to calm down. Grace started to find ways to keep Alfred in control of himself and Alfie became as cute as a kitten.
A Borderline Personality Disorder was the trigger point. Leslie found evidence that Alfie had been caused simply through the medical negligence and abuse Alfred suffered in the veteran's care home, by not only untrained staff but by Thomas as well. Suffering heavily from depression and his addiction to Morphine Alfred became reliant on Thomas for a lot of things. Thomas used this power over his once superior officer to gain himself no less than a lap dog to guard the house. This led to Thomas keeping Alfred in a drugged enough state to force Alfie, the obedient butler who suffered from Dissociative identity disorder.
It wasn't to say he didn't appreciate Alfred or look after him in other ways, but Thomas repeatedly tortured Alfred with the memory that HE lead the men into that mission and it was HIS fault 17 men died when several years later after Thomas was killed, did Bruce find his father had been part of the leak of information that caused the ambush.
Treated as if he was always wrong, Alfie saw himself as under attack.
Alfred was constantly told Alfie was nothing more than a monster and told that the medications were necessary to prevent the disorders.
In comes Grace, with having her around every morning and evening, Alfred found comfort that someone was looking out for his sake and not just the family. Bruce eventually hands over Alfred's medical controls and Leslie destroyed the paperwork that legally bound Alfred to return to New York if Alfie was to cause harm.
It was after an argument between Alfred and Jason last evening, did something crack and she got a glimpse of the violently emotional nature of Alfie. Alfred got angry. Alfie got jealous. Having found out that Grace and Jason had already known each other Alfie became protective and began to insist on knowing what relationship they had. Seemingly confused, distraught and in pain Alfred bit out.
Grace unaware that Alfie was showing through, was upset by the accusations and walked out, only to return later and find Alfred on the floor of his room, drugged out on opioids. Thankfully not morphine.
From that night on, Grace had to learn fast how to spot 'the switch' Alfred could only give her an idea of how he was feeling, a headache here, unable to think clearly there...being unable to communicate...
Words failed Alfie. The cognitive side of Alfie was hampered by an almost de-aged mind frame. Something Grace picked up on quickly, if Alfred used certain words or started eating certain foods, she could almost predict a 'switch'.
Grace is nicknamed as 'Alfie's keeper' the only one save for Leslie who can keep the beast calm. Since partly moving into the Manor she's witnessed several times when Alfred and Alfie have been in the same room, witnessed when even Alfred hadn't realised that his counterpart had been in control. Because Alfie, loves Grace and because of this, he's learnt how to mimic Alfred. Because Grace loves Alfred and if Alife wants anything it's to keep Grace.
This mimicking is rather frightening to watch if you are smart enough to see the signs Alfie gives off without knowing. Grace, as much as she's aware he's strong and what happened last Christmas with Jason again, has learnt to show that being tough with him is safer than letting him get his way.
Frightening though it may look. He wouldn't dare harm her and Alfie always give into her. He has since admitted to the attempt of using Morphine, finding old bottles stashed away, simply handing them over.
Alfie has chosen he doesn't want to be the monster anymore. He doesn't want to be frightened anymore.
He doesn't want morphine anymore. He wants to be as loved as the rest of the family love Alfred.
Through Grace, both Alfred and Alfie are learning that the only monsters left are the ones under the bed.
"Jason, I get that you sort of skipped over a few years and missed that final rather awkward phase of puberty but seeing as you are apparently dating my nurse, I should probably be the 'good' parent here and bring up a few things you might have missed out on" he huffs tiredly from the sofa. He'd had a long conversation with Bruce about him doing it, but alas the man had fled for his office knowing that with it being resting leg day Alfred couldn't exactly chase him down. @jp-todd-rp
Jason eyed Alfred with suspicion. What could the man be talking about? And why the hell would him dating Grace --
Oh.
Oh hell no!
''Uh, pa,'' Jason cleared his throat, silently wondering if he could get away with fleeing from the room, ''if you wanna talk about what I think you wanna talk about... there's no need, okay?''
Alfred looked nonplussed. "of course there is, the last thing I want to get is a phone call from you saying you got an itch in the crotch you can't get rid or worse" he says. "You don't want Grace calling from the clinic saying she's got something off you now do ya?"
He tuts. "I don't even know if you've got any skill in bed lad, to be fucking honest I don't really care but if you can't learn the safe way to stick that appendage of yours up my nurse I'll have to get Leslie to fit her a chasity belt" he smirking now, joking in a very brash manner.
Alfred almost wished the lad would just ask to be hugged, picked up, he didn’t care, part of him still wanted to coddle the pup like he was still too young to understand.
He sniffed at the idea of the other boy coming over. Alfred hadn’t allowed anyone but who he requested to enter the manor since the boys parents died for the risk that Bruce could be targeted, it took four months of police talks and threats to keep the media at bay. The butler just wished he had way to be everything Bruce needed, but he knew there would always be something he couldn’t provide or do.
“Perhaps, maybe at the weekend, the weather is due to warm up” he offers. He could offer to take the boys elsewhere perhaps, the manor was so large he wasn’t sure just what they could get up too.
Alfred looks down at the scar Bruce touches. “Cut myself on a bit of steel…I was trying to retrieve gear out of a busted tank” he recalls…half lying. It had been a tank, the cut had been on the tank, but it hadn’t been gear he’d been pulling out of it, not that Bruce needed to hear the truth, the boy had seen death to close to keep hearing stories about it. Not that he could ever stop talking to Bruce when he asked questions, he rarely denied Bruce anything. Poor pup had had everything ready for him in life, now he was stuck with a greying and disabled veteran turned Butler.
He tugged on Alfred’s hand again, wanting to be closer to the man. Alfred didn’t say no about Tommy coming over, but he didn’t say yes. Bruce sighed sadly. He heard a few nights ago about being targeted; it added an extra worry to his life. Biting his lip, he looked up at the butler. “He doesn’t have to come over if it’ll be a hassle.” He said sadly. He knew how much Alfred stressed when people wanted to come over.
Bruce ran his finger along the scar again, listening to the story of how Alfred got it. “Did you like being in the Marines?” He wondered what Alfred was like before he went into the military. “Why did you leave?”
His mother said he always asked many questions but there was nothing wrong with that. It was good for him to always ask questions. Bruce dropped his head against Alfred’s hip. His other arm wrapped around Alfred’s leg, holding onto the man.
“ove you,” he muttered into the fabric of Alfred’s pants.
Alfred hesitated to tell Bruce the story. How he ended up here rather than in England. The boy had been too young to see him relapse in those first few years but as the boy got older Alfred's issues had started to faded.
Unable to prevent it, Alfred reached down and hauled the young lad into his arms holding him hard for a long moment just grateful Bruce held on to him after everything. "Love you too pup" he sighs brushing a kiss to the kids temple before turning and slowly walking back around the lake with the boy in his arms, letting the kid just have the moment of safety to forget there was a frightening world ahead of him when he got put back down. Alfred might not be the perfect parent but god damn it he was going to spend every dusk and dawn making sure he mold Bruce into the man his mother always hoped for.
"Hm? All? Pray tell Master Wanye, what ALL consists of these days? I was unaware that you would do anything in my interest?" Alfred asks straightening up as he packs his tools away for the night.
Notice: If Alfred loves you and see’s you as family, he will at the most random moment yell ‘HEADS UP’ and lob something at your muse. For @lovepoweredspeed it just happened to be a roasting tin!