#allblades

[butlermate]

starter for @all-blades

It started to rain. Alfred opened his umbrella and held it up, walking through the busy street and keeping his head low. He bloody hated walking through the city at this time of night, when it was just getting dark. He shoved his way past a group of rowdy lads probably looking to make trouble, and almost walked straight into someone who was just standing there, staring at them, with his back to Alfred. The street was narrow, and Alfred couldn't get past without physically shoving past the stranger, which was never a good idea if you wanted to get home in one piece.

"'Scuse me, mate," he said, gesturing to the side so the stranger would move. "D'you mind? I'd rather not stand here when it's chucking it down."

[out-of-context-batfam]

Batman/Superman (2013) Annual #1

[stepfordisabella]

closed starter for @all-blades

The doctor had told Isabella that her odd spells would pass eventually, but she had been out of hospital for weeks now, and she still found herself getting confused or forgetting things. It had settled a little now she had Ed in her life, and she had been able to keep it from him so far, but she still walked into rooms and forgot why she was there. She still found herself drifting through life, walking to work and walking right past the front door, before realising and doubling back.

Today, she was sitting on a park bench as evening drew in, reading the open book on her lap. It was one of those wonderful books that fell open without needing to be held open, so her hands were free, and she was absentmindedly scratching at a loose piece of skin on the side of her ring finger. She felt something trickle down her finger, and tore her gaze away from the book, realising it was a thin trail of blood. She felt no pain, only a mild tingling sensation in her finger.

"Oh dear," she murmured to herself. She sighed and closed the book with her uninjured hand, careful not to get blood on it. She was rummaging around in her coat pocket when she sensed someone staring at her, and looked up to see a young man with streaks of white hair, staring at her. "Oh, don't worry," she called, cheerfully. "It doesn't hurt!"