scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 20 (masterpost here)
Alfred, walking into the cave: i would like to remind you all that there is a separate laundry basket for clothing stained with blood, and it would be a great convenience to me if you children would learn to use it,
*Steph and Cass engaging in a stand-off in the middle of the cave, staring at each other, while Tim watches gleefully from the batcomputer*
Alfred: ...what is going on here?
Steph, holding a notebook and pencil: this is ridiculous. i don't care how much you learnt about body-language, you're not a mind reader.
Cass: *shrugs, smiling*
Steph:
Steph, stubbornly: do it again.
Cass, tilting her head upwards: think of a number.
Steph, eyes narrowing: *furiously scribbles on notebook, hiding her movements from Cass* ok. if you're such a telepath, what number did i write down?
Cass: *narrows eyes*
Tim: *leans over from behind and squints* *holds up three fingers*
Cass, humming: three.
Steph:
Steph, slamming the notebook down: FUCK.
Alfred, watching her storm out of the cave: ...was that really necassery?
Tim, gleeful: nah, but we've been doing it for weeks and it's not stopped being funny yet.
Alfred:
Alfred: just...
Alfred, sighing: just remember to put the bloody clothes in the right hamper when she finds out and beats you up.
