#gotham villian

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Now that ı couldnt get into psychology major , ı need find myself another carrer than becoming gotham villian.

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Good Birdy

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LITTLE BIT OF PG 13

happy birthday to @ateliefloresdaprimavera

He was your boss, really, but he was more like a son to you than anything. And after you and Alfred found out there was no way you could ever have on your own, he became even more like a son to you than he’d ever been. Just a year after he was born, Martha and Thomas started going away for long periods of time, leaving Alfred and yourself alone with young Bruce. It wasn’t that Martha and Thomas didn’t love Bruce, they did with all their hearts, but they were busy all the time so you became more of a nanny than a maid. You didn’t mind looking after Bruce, you loved Bruce more than anything too and you were happy to do your job.

Wake him up, get him into the shower, lay out his clothes, make his breakfast and pack his lunch, drive him to and pick him up from school, make a snack, help him with his homework make his dinner, get him into another shower, send him off to bed, and make all the time in-between that as pleasant as possible.

But everything changed on that one terrible, awful day.

Martha and Thomas were both home at the same time, which rarely happened, but they gave you and your husband the day off and took Bruce into the city for shopping and exploring, they said they were thinking about going to dinner and seeing a show at he theater. They said they’d be gone all day.

“What will we do, Alfie? No work for the rest of the night? No cooking, no cleaning?” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. He dropped his jacket on the sofa in your room and held your arms, keeping you close as he looked back at you. There was a glint in his eyes as his chest rumbled with laughter.

“Oh, I haven’t got  clue, love. Can you think of anything?”

“Well, there is one thing…”

“Just one?”

“Maybe a few things.” you laughed. But both his smile and yours vanished when the phone rang and for some reason your stomach dropped.

“Don’t answer.” he pleaded, already leaning down to kiss you.

“It’s my job.”

“You don’t have a job today!” Alfred called after you as you ran across the room to the small table where the phone sat. “Jane,” he groaned, leaning back on the bed, untying his tie.

“Alfred,” you smirked, throwing your hair over your shoulder, picking the phone up to answer it when Alfred appeared behind you. His hands on your waist, he pulled you back and the phone stopped ringing.

“See, love, if they really want something, they’ll leave a message.” he reasoned but the phone started ringing again.

“Yea, or they’ll call back.” you rolled your eyes and tried to turn around.

“Or,” he pressed a quick kiss to your lips as the phone once again stopped ringing. “They’ll leave a message.” he kissed you again and again until the familiar and by that point very annoying ringing of the phone sounded again.

“Or I can answer it. Give me a minute.” you pushed him back and held the phone to your ear. “This is the Wayne Manor, how may I assist you?”

“Is this, uh, Y/N or Alfred Pennyworth?”  A deep voice asked. You looked at Alfred, the house was so quiet, he could hear the person on the other end and you could hear your heartbeat growing louder and louder. You knew it had something to do with Bruce. You felt it.

“This is Y/N Pennyworth, who is speaking?” You asked.

“This is Officer Tannenbum from the GCPD. There’s been an accident involving the Waynes.” The detective paused but Alfred was already getting your coats and fixing his tie.

“Oh my god. Where’s Bruce?! Is he okay?”

“The boy is fine, ma’am.”

“Where is he?!” you demanded. Everything was a blur until you got to Bruce. Alfred rushed you to the car and the only thing you could think about the entire ride into the city was that you ignored the phone three times. “Three times.” you said numbly.

“What?”

“I ignored the phone three times.” you turned your head away from the lights zipping by outside the window.

“Oh no you don’t, Y/N Pennyworth, don’t you dare blame your-” but before he could finish you came back to reality and punched him in the arm. “What in the bloody hell was that for?!”

“Park the car, there he is!” you screamed when you saw Bruce sitting on a set of stairs near a cop in the alley. It was so dark, you had no idea how you saw him but you did. You got out of the car and ran across the street, getting stopped by cops on your way into the alley but they let you through when Bruce cried out for you.

“Y/N!” he screamed. It was a relief when you heard his voice. You caught him when he slammed into you, hugging him close to you. You hated to, but you pulled away, holding his pale face in your hands, running your fingers through his hair, checking his face and hands for injuries.

“Are you okay, sweetheart, are you hurt?!” you asked frantically. Alfred put a hand on his shoulder when he reached us.

“Mom… Dad…” was all he got out before he started crying and buried his face in your coat again.

“You’re alright, now, love. You’re gong to be alright, okay?” you looked into his big, brown eyes and you’d never seen them so sad.

“James Gordon.” the cop in front of you introduced.

“Alfred Pennyworth. This is Y/N.” Alfred nodded, keeping his eyes straight forward. You stood up straight beside Alfie, still holding onto Bruce.

“We’re going to get the guy that did this, sir.”

“New boy, are you?”

“You could say.” James answered. You gave Alfred a warning look, daring him to be  smartass at a time like that one.

“Good luck, mate. C’mon, Y/N, Bruce.” Alfred grabbed Bruce’s other hand and pulled us along behind him. You glanced back at the cop and then again at the two dead bodies on the ground. Martha and Thomas. “Don’t look. Head up, eyes front. Don’t let them see you cry.” Alfred told Bruce.

“Alf-” You protested but he gave you a look you’d never seen on him before and it shut you up.

The alarm clock screamed and screamed, you didn’t want to get up. Alfred moaned next to you “You gonna get up and get that, are you?” He turned his head and pulled his white t-shirt over his face to hide his eyes from the light. Sighing, you tip-toed across the cold floor and turned the alarm off. Dawning realization flooded you and the brief moment of serenity was gone. You friends were gone. You poor Bruce’s parents were gone. Alfie rubbed his face, still groaning about getting up as you walked to your closet and picked out the suit you ironed the night before and hung it on the inside of the bathroom door.

“Get up, love.” he never woke up when the alarm went off, not really anyway. It took at least five minutes of gentle persuasion every morning just to get him to sit up. “Come on.” you sat on his side of the bed. “Alfie.” you sighed, you didn’t mean to be so cold to him but you weren’t in the mood for messing about. “Alf, come on.” you grabbed his arms and pulled him up. “You’ve got to get a shower.”

“Darling,” his eyes were beginning to open fully and he looked at you sympathetically. “Are you alright?” he placed his hand on your arm and moved it in soothing circles over your skin. You pulled your feet up off the floor and hooked your heels on the wooden bed frame, placing your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands. “Are you still upset about letting the phone ring? There’s no way you could have know, Y/N.”

“That’s not what it is, Alfie. Bruce…” you trailed off, looking at your husband with tears in your eyes. “He’s just a kid, Alf.”

“I know, darling…” he whispered. “I know.” Alfred moved his hand to your cheek and pulled you to him before his kissed your forehead. “But you can’t let him see you cry. We have to show him how to be strong, yeah? He has to be strong.”

“He’s twelve.”

“Y/N, he has to be strong.” Alfred paused after every word. “He has to be. Go wake him.” he kissed your head again. So you kissed his back and pushed away from the bed, grabbing your robe on the way out. You walked down the maze of hallways that anyone else would’ve been lost in but you knew like the back of your hand until you got to Bruce’s room.

“Come on, love.” you shook Bruce’s shoulder, sitting on the side of his bed. “I know you don’t want to but you’ve got to get up, alright?”

“Jane?” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his pillow, and he sniffled.

“Mhm.”

He was quiet for a minute. “It wasn’t a dream?” he whimpered, sitting up, pouting his lip out.

“No, my darling, I’m so sorry.” you almost started crying again but remembered what Alfred told you. “I’m sorry.” you said again as he fell over onto your shoulder, sobbing again as you pulled him close and hugged him. “ Do you want some breakfast?” you asked, pulling away from him, raking your fingers through his hair to get it away from his tired, puffy eyes. He shook his head. “Well you’ve got to eat something, don’t you?” you tried smiling but you knew he would see right through it. “I’ll make some French toast and eggs, your favorite, isn’t it?” no answer, just sniffling. “I ironed your suit. Have a shower and put it on. Breakfast will be ready when you’re done.” you kissed his head and walked out, leaning against the wall outside his room, covering your mouth so you didn’t sob out loud.

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