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An AO3 Link to My New Alfred/Bruce Story!

Hello, as many of you may be aware by now, I love writing about Bruce Wayne being taken and broken down. Well, I recently put up a story on AO3 where this will happen, even if it’s with a female Bruce instead of a male.

Now, in this story, Alfred notices party brat Bryce is coming home with bruises not from normal roughhousing but from being knocked around, most likely during sex. He is not about to let his girl wind up in an ER so he gets devious and makes her go through a dry spell without her realizing what he’s getting ready to do. As this deception goes on, Alfred’s darker half seems to be getting stronger, but he knows how to placate it.

Alfred is going to show his Baby Girl just how a real Man treats his Lady or, in this case, Princess.

I am posting a link here just because of my Followers who may not recognize me on AO3, as well as those who don’t always seek out the Alfred/Bruce tag, but want to try something new. It’s not done yet, but we all have to start somewhere. https://archiveofourown.org/works/32522602

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A New Gotham Fic

I have a new Gotham fic that I posted on AO3 at almost 4 am this morning and it already seems to be getting quite a bit of positive attraction so I’ll give you all a link to find it.

Alfred and Jim are powerful mobsters who find a Bat thief in their study and decide that he would be a much better Puppy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33551164

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Fic recommendations?

Okay so I'm looking for some Fics to read: specifically ones where Alfred is the daddy and Arthur is his son or has just turned into a baby. Any recommendations would be greatly appreciated~ <3

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Bed Time Story Memories

The day I heard. That was the day I saw how much a part of my life he had become. That was the day I lost nearly everything. I didn’t know how much he meant to me until I saw him lying in the coffin, silently praying it was just a big joke…like a bad dream. I’d visited his grave a few times, left flowers when I could. I missed him and I still do, even at my age now. But I know He’s happy now. Happy and free. That’s all I could have wished for him.

“Daddy, What are you talking about?” 

“Oh, nothing, just an old friend.”

“Who daddy?” 

“My best friend in the entire world.” 

I should start from the beginning huh? Alright, well it was freshman year and my teacher had said that we needed a study buddy for the year. Naturally, everyone wanted to be my partner, me being the most popular and awesome. But, my teacher had different plans for us. I got partnered up with this quiet kid with circles under his eyes and he always looked far away. It was odd, but I didn’t mind. We would go to study hall every day. I would joke around, and he’d pretend to laugh along with me. I never knew he was hurting. I’d talk to Natalia about him often. As the weeks passed, I never noticed his mentality fading. I never knew how much pain he was really in. I just figured he didn’t get enough sleep or something. 

“Alfred, I’m sorry to tell you this but…”  When they told me I couldn’t believe it. I sat through the memorials, the funeral and even counseling. It all sucked but somehow I had made it through my last three years. I graduated and was proud, happy even. I walked across the stage proudly and took my diploma, grinning as I shook the principal’s hand. “Can I say something?”  I asked. The woman nodded at me and offered me the stand. I stood proudly with a small smile on my face. “Thanks everyone for coming tonight and I’m so glad to have finally gotten this! It was a long run eh? Congrats to everyone!”  The large crowd of family and friends cheered and I sighed quietly, Arthur coming to mind once again. He would have loved to be here with us. I remembered him telling me he wanted to be an English teacher or to travel the world and see everything there is to see. I tried not to choke up and I opened my mouth again. 

And Arthur, if you’re there I’m sorry you couldn’t be here today on stage. Rest in peace.” I could see the slight shock on everyone’s face. I hadn’t said his name in three years and they probably thought I was going to break out in tears. I could see Matthew take one hesitant step toward me. I gave a small nod and smiled. They saw I was okay and gave their applause as I walked off stage, a small frown curving my lips down once more. I took a seat as I waited for the rest of the graduating class to be given their diplomas. Then we finished by tossing our tassels in the air.

 I quickly retrieved mine and sighed, wishing I could see Arthur’s smiling face here with me again.  I bit my lip. Kiku had told me before that Arthur’s favorite was the Library when he was alive. Maybe he was still there…I decided to check and I snuck away, knowing that both Matthew and Kiku could see me scurrying away. I quietly entered the darkened room that was full of school books that were returned for the end of the year. I looked around, a bit scared. I’d always hated ghosts…but I bravely walked on. “Arthur? Kiku told me this was your favorite place in the school…” I continued to walk along, shivering slightly from my voice echoing back at me. 

I gulped before starting again. “A-Arthur….I just thought I’d tell you that you got a bunch of shout outs from us…and that we’ll miss you…I just though t you should know that.” I gulped back my pride, and fear. “I miss you…” I said softly looking down disappointed. I knew he wasn’t there. I turned and started to walk away, the room getting colder slightly. First I heard a scream. I turned and my eyes widened when I saw a large English text book flying through the air and winced when it landed on the ground with a loud, thud!

“D-daddy…” 

“Oh, I’m sorry honey. It’s not supposed to be scary.” 

“O-okay daddy. What happens next?”

“Hold on, let daddy think,” 

My eyes widened in both surprise and fear and I looked around terrified. A book just flew off the shelves at me. My eyes widened more as  I saw first a mist form then Arthur quietly float out of it, the moonlight filling his form more. I could see all of his old features, his old uniform and his slender face, his large eyebrows and messy hair…and his eyes…his eyes were different. They weren’t the deep, emerald green I remember. They were pale and sunken and…dead. I trembled slightly. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” I heard him say, his hand moving up to rub the opposite shoulder sheepishly as he planted his feet on the ground. “A-Arthur?”  I breathed. I could see him watching me. At first I was surprised. My dead friend is standing right in front of me. Shock is kind of a given right? Then the old feelings of anger and grief and confusion rushed through me. I looked down, balling my hands into fists. “Why?” I whispered. He tilted his head. “Why what?” 

My head snapped up. Why what? Why WHAT?!  My hands were on his shoulders and I pinned him hard to the wall behind me. He gave a soft grunt but I didn’t care. “Why did you do it?!” I yelled at him. He watched up at me, looking a bit confused. My anger broke there and it just turned to hurt. I bowed my head slightly. “Why would you…why….” I whispered trying hard not to cry or lose my voice. He looked like he was struggling for the right words. “I was sick…hurting…lonely. I wanted it to end…but it didn’t.” He murmured softly. I looked up at him and took a breath before pulling my hands away. I was confused at what he’d said…He wanted it to end? Lonely? We were always there for him…I didn’t understand. 

“End? But we were always there…me and Kiku…”  He scoffed at me and I raised my eyes, wanting an explanation. He looked away from me. “You were, but you weren’t…Kiku had his friends and you had yours…I was on my own. My parents weren’t there- no one was…I regret doing what I did. But I don’t want to be alive again. I’m still sick and nothing can help me.” He spat at me and I winced, still trying to get a hold of myself. I didn’t want him to see me cry. “Arthur…I’m sorry…” I whispered , not knowing what else to say to him. I wasn’t expecting a cold hand to come across my face, leaving a burning mark on my cheek. My eyes widened and I touched the mark that probably wasn’t there. 

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare blame yourself, Alfred. You’re the only reason I ever had to smile. The only one who could make me feel happy and warm inside. You’re the one I didn’t want to hurt. The only one I honestly cared about. Don’t you ever blame yourself for what I did to myself.” He growled at me. I listened for a short moment and my eyebrows rose slightly as I frowned. “You…cared for me?” I asked softly, seeming to catch him off guard. When he said nothing, I stepped closer. “How come you never said anything?” I asked. He looked down at his feet. “I couldn’t. You were with that girl Natalia…I thought you wouldn’t have wanted to be around me had I said anything.” He murmured. 

He frowned at him. ‘Idiot’ I thought. “You can tell me now.” I offered, knitting my brows when he shrank back from me. “What?” he asked, looking slightly embarrassed. I rolled my eyes, getting slightly annoyed now. Arthur, you were one of my best friends…I’d never do that to you. You can tell me what you want.” I almost grumbled. He looked uneasy and looked down as he thought. I-i…” he started before looking up at me. I watched him, expectantly. He took a breath. “I wanted to be with you, Alfred since the first day we met. You were always so happy and cheerful…always the light in my horrid existence. I always found myself wanting to be by your side. I wanted to be happy with you. But I saw that I could never have a chance with you. Look at me. I was a lonely, bloody stupid bloke that everyone tried to avoid. The one who never slept and when he did he never wanted to wake up. I thought everyone would be better off without me if I just went to sleep and never woke up. You could have been happy and could have graduated without ever knowing me. You didn’t have to be hurt by this! I never wanted to hurt you…Ever…” He told me. My eyes widened as I listened. I could hear the sadness and regret in his voice. It hurt me in the chest as I listened. 

He really cared for me and I never noticed. I felt so stupid. I could see the tears streaming down his translucent cheeks as he whispered, “I never wanted to hurt you Alfred….”I reached up slowly to touch his cheek lightly, using my thumb to brush some of the cold tears away. His skin was soft but slightly clammy and tight. And cold. Very cold. It sent a soft jolt down my spine but I ignored it. He looked into my eyes and shivered slightly. I wonder what I looked like to him. “You were always so stupid Arthur…You could have told me.”  I muttered. He looked even more confused now though he leaned into my hand slightly. I frowned, not liking how cute he was being. I was trying to be angry with him! I sighed, looking down. “I can’t say I would have dumped Natalia for you but you could have told me. I wish you did…What do you want from me…If I can help set you free from here.”  I struggled for the words to say but he seemed to be distracted. His lips parted slightly. “I want…” He bit his lip and quickly looked away. 

I could have laughed if I wasn’t feeling so…annoyed might not be the right word but I’m going with it. I was annoyed. I touched his lips with the pad of my thumb. He looked up at me and shyly touched the back of my hand. I knew what he wanted of me. I touched the circles under his eyes and frowned slightly. “You haven’t been sleeping have you?” I asked, disapprovingly. He shook his head, looking at the floor. “Ghosts can’t sleep.” He muttered. I frowned, feeling sorry for the guy. “You’re still suffering aren’t you?” I asked quietly. He frowned and nodded, starting to turn his head away again. I forced it gently forward. I felt softer now but my jaw was tight. I was still upset, having to talk to my dead friend to get answers. “How can I help you?” I asked softly, gently caressing his chin. 

He thought for a moment. “I…Don’t know.” He answered. I frowned at him and gently pulled my hand back. He pouted at me. “W-wait.” He whined softly. I watched him patiently, waiting for him to answer. He took a deep breath. “I’ve…always wanted a…a kiss from you. That’s all…I remember wishing for it every night. It’s a bit daft I know but…That’s all I ever wanted. I thought you could make me feel better. My Prince Charming.” He laughed quietly. I touched his face again. I knew I should have talked to him more when he was still alive. Maybe he would be alive today if I had talked to him more…

“Daddy it’s okay, it’s not your fault.” He said touching my cheek lightly to brush away a tear. I quickly brushed it away. “I’m fine son. Now where was I?” 

“Will it set you free?” I asked him softly, wanting to help him. His eyes widened in surprise. I wondered what was going through his mind now. He didn’t answer me. I figured I’d give him his wish anyway and gently brought him closer. I just wanted to help. I didn’t want to fuck up anymore than I had already. He stared at me with wide eyes, seeming very stiff. I closed my eyes a bit, seeing his close as well. “I hope this works…” I whispered when our lips were inches apart and I gently brought them together, shutting my eyes. A strong jolt went down my spine as our lips slowly mingled together and I relaxed slightly. His lips were cold, and he seemed slightly hesitant but it was nice. I could tell he’d never really kissed anyone before. I felt his arms loosely wrap around my neck and I brought him closer by his hips, wanting him to enjoy-

“Eww Daddy!!” 

“Heh heh. Sorry hun.” 

I could feel his body start to disappear from me, his arms losing all the weight on my shoulders. I opened my eyes and pulled away slightly, gasping softly. He was starting to disappear from sight. My eyebrows knitted together worriedly as tears formed in my eyes. I didn’t want him to go…I couldn’t lose him again. “Arthur?” I asked. He smiled broadly, his eyes had gotten their old deep green color back and I could see the happiness in them though tears trickled from them. “Thank you.” He whispered and hugged me close. I wrapped my arms around his fading waist tightly as he continued. “Thank you for being the reason why I smile.” He whispered in my ear and pet my hair gently. His voice was fading slightly. I gasped and looked up at him, the tears rolling from my eyes. “I’ll miss you…” I whimpered. 

He pulled away from me and gently brushed the tears from my cheeks with his thumb. I leaned into the hand slightly. “I have to be on my way…Thank you Alfred. For everything. I just wish I could have told you when I was alive.” He said with a small smile on his lips. I missed his smile. I smiled myself, though my lip trembled slightly. “T-tell me what?” I asked grabbing his hand before it disappeared from my view. He closed his eyes. “I love you Alfred.” He said though it only hit my ears as a soft breath before he finally disappeared. I fell to my knees and looked down, gripping my chest slightly. I blinked when I heard a crinkle in my pocket and I pulled out a note. In elegant cursive on a white piece of notebook paper was, “Thank you for staying alive when I couldn’t.” I smiled to myself and closed my eyes hugging the note close. I stood up and wiped my face, folding his note and slipped it back into my pocket before leaving, hearing my brother’s and Kiku’s voices calling for me. I stopped at the door and smiled at the empty library, wiping my cheek again. “I love you too…” I whispered before going off to find my friends. 

I’ve visited his grave many times after that, telling him many things like how I got my dream job, I got married, I had my first kid…that sorta thing. I’m happy now. I never thought I could be this happy. 

The little blonde boy in my lap papped my cheek again. “Are you okay daddy?” he asked. I blinked from my memories and smiled softly, laughing as I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, I’m just fine. Time for bed lil’ dude.” I said lifting the giggling child up into my arms. He mewled and laid in bed, waiting for me to tuck him in. I smiled softly and kissed his forehead, waiting for him to go to sleep. I caressed his hair gently before shutting off the light. “Goodnight Arthur, I love you.” 

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