Aug 23, 2023
starter for @thedetectiverobin
The front door to Wayne Manor slammed open, and Alfred turned quickly, automatically putting his hand to his inner blazer pocket, where he kept his Walter PPK. It was probably someone coming home in a foul mood, but still, you could never be too careful. He walked slowly from the kitchen and into the hallway, and saw Tim standing there, looking in a right bloody state.
He let go of the handle of his gun and relaxed immediately. "Master Drake?" he said. "What happened?" Tim didn't need to say that anything had happened for Alfred to know. It was written all over the boy's face.