Alfred Pennyworth

" I will say one thing for your night time activities -- you do tend to antagonize the most interesting people." ((Independent RP blog for the DC comics character, Alfred Pennyworth. Willing to RP with any fandom and OC friendly))

[theenemyofbothsides]

"There is no need for such a tone, Mr. Pennyworth. Suffice it to say I am the one in the shadows, I was the night, before the boy you raised decided to take on that foolish mantle and plunge himself into self destruction. He turned a city that was on its downward swing into a spiral of never solved problems… and it worked out better than I planned." 

The god chuckled, clicking his fingers together as the broken teacups and spilled tea rose from the ground, and then reformed upon the table as though they were never broken. 

"I am Tezcatlipoca, and I think it is time we finally talked.” 

[pennyworthbutler]

Alfred watched the teacups clink back together as if they had never been broken. His jaw set as he took a shaky breath, forcing his hands to stay still and clam. 

Tezcatlipoca. He racked his brain for any memory of the name. This thing seemed to know Master Bruce. Alfred's frustration grew when he couldn't place a face.

"Alright," he deadpanned. "Please have a seat." His eyes flickered up to the gun above the fire place.

[pennyworthbutler]

"Headmaster. I must ask you a question if you have the time."

"I’m paid to listen to you Professor. Of course I have time."

[richbastardbat]

He nodded thanking the man. The school had ears, no matter what anyone said to him. He was a still after all a very private man. “Going to see a friend. That is all.” 

[pennyworthbutler]

"Of course." The Headmaster had learned to trust Bruce over the years, the fewer questions asked, the better. That was how it had always been.

Alfred stepped away, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. It still hurt when Bruce wouldn't tell him. "Have a good trip, Professor."

[myteadrop-blog]

The right tea for every condition. 

[richbastardbat]

No matter what anyone told him he had stopped taking the painkillers days ago. No way Jim would let him into the field let alone carry a load weapon while on the meds he was on. They all needed to get back to their normal lives as quickly as they could. 

Nodding Bruce washed his hands, he had heard Steph telling him about the test coming up. He had watched Thomas enough for her while she was studying with her group. “That’s good.” 

Damn. He was hoping Alfred wasn’t going to see that. “I’m fine. I had the vest on. Besides it’s nothing. Sarah and I both fine. Nothing for you to worry about.” Other than his bulletproof vest had two slugs in it, he was perfect. 

[pennyworthbutler]

Alfred nodded stiffly. The image of Bruce's skin rippling away from the bullet made his eyes close. He inhaled deeply and steadily. 

"You're always so reckless, Bruce," his tone was quiet, eyes still shut. "Some day this is going to catch up to you."

His eyes slid open, locking with Bruce's. "Why don't you tell me these things?"

[pennyworthbutler]

"Fine. One piece of candy."

[pennyworthbutler]

ѻ ((oooh I'd love to see that))

Unconsciousness was something Alfred had learned to avoid over the years. It never ended well and put one into a spot of disadvantage. That didn’t mean it never happened, though.

His head hurt. He didn’t know where he was. Lovely.

Alfred was sprawled on a concrete floor in the dark, rafters hanging above him. He appeared to be in some sort of shed. He didn’t dare move. Somebody was beside him, cuffed to his wrist.

[thebestgothamdriver-deactivated]

"You’re welcome" Gearhead muttered lowly before handing the rock to Alfred.

"Do you really know what you’re doing?" he then asked with a puzzled expression. "You don’t exactly seem like the kinda man who’s used to these things."

He couldn’t help but fidget a little, pulling on the chain. He hated being restrained.

[pennyworthbutler]

"And you don't look like the kind of person who can extend their fingers," Alfred retorted. "I suppose looks can be deceiving."

He fumbled with the rock, clenching it in his palm and gritting his teeth. He had to twist to see the pipe. When he found the weakest part, he struck the rock down. The clang echoed throughout the room. It dented the rusty metal but wasn't enough to break it. He smashed it again. Nothing.

He huffed and tried again. The dent parted slightly.

"Almost there..."

[pennyworthbutler]

notoriousspookyhood replied to your post:Jason poked his head through the kitchen door, looked around to make sure he was alone, then slipped in, tip-toeing toward the cupboard where Alfred kept the cookies.

Jason froze, then groaned and slowly turned to face Alfred. Almost immediately his eyes fell to the floor. Jason was a grown ass man, and yet when faced with Alfred, he might as well be twelve again. “Nothin’…”

Alfred remained silent. When Jason continued to stand as if he had just been caught committing a crime, Alfred shook his head. "Alright. One."

[screechlessbat-blog]

Cassandra picked up the cup and held it up to his chin. It was still pipping hot and it sort of burned her palm. She blew on it and hummed. “Just….lonely, I guess…and you’re good company.”

[pennyworthbutler]

"The feeling's mutual, my dear. I just hope I'm not too boring." The butler sat stick straight on the couch, hands clasped on his legs as he watched her. A soft smile curled his lips. "I'm always willing to keep you company."

[pennyworthbutler]

"Hi Alfred!" He said, hugging the butler with a wide grin on his lips.

Alfred gladly accepted the hug.

He inhaled as they separated, hands placed on Dick’s shoulders. He squeezed them slightly. “Master Richard,” he smiled. “You’re awfully friendly today.”

[bcrnentertainer-deactivated2017]

He chuckled and placed his hands on Alfred’s elbows. “I just missed You and the manor..Bruce too of course..”

[pennyworthbutler]

"It has been rather quiet without you around here, Richard. I trust you're not getting into too much trouble."

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pennyworthbutler started following you

[rxcketrxdent-deactivated2016020]

"…Somethin’ smells dusty and old, I’m guessing it’s you."

[pennyworthbutler]

The butler stares down his nose, chin up and stone solid. A beat sets in before he raises his eyebrow.

"I do appreciate the compliment. I'm afraid I've never had the pleasure of talking to racoons."

[pennyworthbutler]

Hogwartsnight [Richbastardbat]

"Professor Wayne," the Headmaster's monotone and unreadable voice breaks through the air. His brows are up, relaxed. "Have you finished your brooding session? The students have returned to their dorms and I could use a cup of tea right about now."

[blackyellowandread--archive]

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thefastestgirlalive pennyworthbutler itsranka emperorofarkham iidealism akasupergirl

"Well, well, well." 

[pennyworthbutler]

Alfred raises an eyebrow. "Well?"

[boydetextive-archive-deactivate]

Tim felt foolish. His effort was for not. “Okay.” Tim said, a bit sheepishly. He should’ve just let Alfred to the sewing, but he was glad the butler let him try without fussing.

[pennyworthbutler]

Alfred pulled in a chair and set himself down. His handkerchief cleaned the needle as he inspected Tim's attempt. "Not bad, Timothy. You were close. Let me show you how to do it."

[clinicalphobia-archive]

now just imagine the monthly staff meetings with the professors complaining about this and headmaster pennyworth is probably just highly amused

[felinxte--archive]

      Selina laughs, holding up a hand; palm out to the English

butler. “I swear —- I’ll keep my hands to myself...this time.”

[pennyworthbutler]

His face remains relaxed, brows raised and chin in the air. His shoes scuff as he moves out of her way.

"I'll hold you to that promise, Miss Kyle. Tea?"

[pennyworthbutler]

"Is my tea ready Pennyworth?" ( HI!! It's Timmy mun ; v ; )

"It's steeping, Master Damian. Shall I fluff your pillows while I'm at it?"

[pennyworthbutler]

"Headmaster. The missing Thestrals have been successfully rounded up, no thanks to the Joker. Don't suppose you could authorize a poltergeist ward on the stables to make my life easier, could you?"

"You know as well as I do that any rules against Joker won't be listened to." His hand scribbles away, scratching ink onto the paper before him. He looks up. "Good job, Professor."