hmmm Alfred giving Jaybin a bath to get him ready for Bruce. Jaybin has no clue yet but Alfred is well aware of what's to come. He puts expensive cologne on Jason's neck and he giggles because its *so cool*.
Enabler Alfred for the win.
Master Bruce was like the boy in the bathtub. Once, a long time ago, when his father -the late Thomas Wayne- wanted his son ready for bed.
Alfred did the same with Jason. The boy had gone through hell in life, in his short life so far, so he was always grateful and excited to learn that yes, he was allowed to eat more. Play more. Rest more. Have new clothes. Get a scalp massage while his new father and role model researched something for a case.
Jason loved the bathtub though. After patrol and school and training, he liked to get everyone's attention.
The first time Alfred saw Bruce by the bathroom door, watching the boy play with the bubbles, he knew what he had to do. Ever since that moment, Alfred has put a lot of effort in making Bruce forget about Dick's absence so he could focus on Jason's needs. He needed this. They both needed it.
Jason didn't even mind when Alfred began to clean his body, the excuse of teaching the boy not to stain the bedsheets was awful but very useful. The little Robin accepted a hand between his legs and buttocks so Bruce didn't have to waste time with checking if he was properly clean. It made a whole world of difference when, in the morning, Master Bruce smiled more and Jason ate enough to ask for seconds. Alfred loved to see the boy's cheeks so bright.
Maybe he wasn't better than Thomas, but this way he made sure Bruce knew how to treat this boy. Jason deserved the world in his hands and love on his knees.
Speaking of knees, Bruce almost cried happy tears when Alfred made a prototype for Jason's kneepads on his new Robin suit. If the shorts became shorter, there was no harm in it.
"Can I get the good smell?"
"Of course, Master Todd."
He dipped the bottle and let a couple of drops of cologne into his palm. This was a treat for Jason but a walk down memory lane for Bruce. It was his father's, a comforting scent that followed him into his adulthood, now passing it along to Jason.
"Wait, Master Todd. Tonight's his birthday."
"Oh, no... I didn't get him anything!" The boy's distress made it better. So much better and easier for Alfred.
"You can help me with something. Turn around."
Jason trusted him so much he just did it. Just like that... and then Alfred slid a finger dipped in cologne from the nape of Jason's head and down his lower back. A drop trickled down between his buttocks, and Alfred knew this was going to make Bruce go down on the boy, finally.
"Oh, boy. No it isn't. Go lay down and wait for him... You'll be his gift, finally."
Shame... Alfred liked to get the boy ready and Bruce used to the idea. Maybe another Robin in a year or two...
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