it started with a whisper
Tim stared at the syrup, now nearly running over his plate. His brain felt a little bit like it was short circuiting. He set down the decanter, and turned back to Duke.
“Sorry, I must actually have that concussion. I thought you just said you thought Alfred had a hickey.”
“Woah,” Jason said behind them, setting down his duffle bag, “The fuck are you two talking about?”
Duke turned around, “I know I’m a little newer here and all, but I wasn’t aware Alfred dated, like ever.”
Jason snorted, sliding into a chair at the table, “He doesn’t. He’s hasn’t dated anyone even when Bruce was a kid.”
“Well,” Duke hummed, “There must be a ghost giving people hickeys in the manor.”
or the five times people tried to find out who alfred and hal were dating + the one time someone already knew