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Iris threw him a lopsided smile. She wasn’t at all insulted by his laughter - she would have expected him to deny it. Although it certainly would have made it easier if he’d just confessed. Then again, a glimpse inside the mansion of the famous (or infamous) Bruce Wayne was an opportunity not to be missed.

“Oh, that’d be great,” she said, attempting to sound mildly abashed at her previous suggestion. “I hope I won’t be disturbing Mr. Wayne…?”

Alfred tisked as they reached a more well worn path towards the main entrance, “Of course not, Ms. West, Master Bruce is a very busy man. He is currently occupied with business endeavors, you won’t be disturbing anyone.”

The whole Wayne family was out gallivanting across the city of course, and there was a slim chance they could call in or be back at anytime. But from the frequent updates he received in his ear piece, currently the night seemed farely normal.

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“Ahhhh….” she said, stalling for time. She’d been prepared to address Batman - she would have just tackled the situation head-on. She did not know what to do when facing Batman’s guardian at the gate. Throwing him a sheepish smile, she offered, “I don’t suppose you’d believe me if I told you I was looking for the the bathroom, huh?” She doubted he would go for it. “Okay, then, might as well just go for it. I’m looking for the Batman. Seen him around, by any chance?” she asked in an overly-innocent tone.

Alfred actually doubles over in laughter, “The Batman? I’m afraid I haven’t seen him. I’m also pretty sure he resides in the trenches of Gotham Ms. West, not the outskirts of town.”

He waves his arms as we he begins a walk to the front of the Manor, “However if you are in need of a bathroom, I’d be happy to lead you inside.”

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iriswestdoj:

Iris gasped and shot a quick look around. He’d appeared out of nowhere! “Where did you come from?” she blurted. Then, realizing how rude that had sounded, she blushed, gave him a wide smile, “I mean…uh…I’m Iris West. Nice to meet you!” She had to do some quick thinking. She’d expected to be greeted by a man in a bat suit, if anybody. Not a very dapper British man.

Alfred chuckled, “Im sorry to startle you young miss, although I admit, I myself was startled when I heard there was a disturbance on the property,” he smiles lightly, “Alfred Pennyworth,” he amends, “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Miss West. However, I must ask you, why are you here?”

Many things were currently at stake, Master Bruce’s identity, the security of the Justice League itself, however Alfred kept a serine face as he addressed the reporter.

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“Well, none of it really… ever left…” His words are hesitant as he stares back down at the tupperware case. “Just like the whole family thing.” He’s trying to keep himself from choking up. He remembers what it was like back home, with his family, and as much as he’s tried to push everyone away, he can’t push Alfred away.

“Master Jason, how many times do I have to remind you the severities of bottling things up?” He sighs, watching the young man struggle.

He looks over the horizon and sees the light outline of the break of dawn. He gathers his quiet surrounding again, “How about we take this somewhere more desecrate?” he asks hesitantly.

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red-and-undead:

The smell of the meat lasagna gives Jason a nostalgic feel. He almost doesn’t want to close the container, but of course, he doesn’t want to ruin the food while heading home. And his gaze softens all the more once he spots the tea box. “…I… I always did like tea better than coffee…” He looks up again, taking a deep breath in the chilly Gotham air. “You really didn’t have to do this, Alfred… But thanks.”

Alfred smiles fondly, “Good to know there’s still some of my influence left in you, young sir.”

Slowly his smile turns a little watery, “Of course I didn’t have to do this, but as family I wanted to, and I’m sure everyone back home would agree.”

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iriswestdoj:

Iris took a step back and considered her momentary setback. She was frustrated, but she wasn’t defeated. Tapping her finger against her lips, she considered her options. Short of dynamite - which she had neglected to carry on her - she probably wasn’t getting through the door in front of her. But this could hardly be the only way into what she had reason to believe was the Batcave. Well, with the level of security, it was either the Batcave or a missile silo. But since big men with guns hadn’t rushed out to arrest or shoot her for trespassing…yet…she was banking on Batcave.

She murmured aloud to herself, as she often did when she was working out a problem, “Okay, pretend you’re Batman. You have a cave. You have to get into the cave whenever there’s an emergency, right? Which means several entrances, probably even some coming from your house. Which means…” she winced. “Breaking and entering. Maybe we’ll make that Plan B…C. Plan C. Let’s try not to commit too many felonies unless we have to.

“Back to the cave. You’re Batman, this is your cave. Your cave where you presumably hide your Bat…things. Batgear…bat-tech…” When the next thought hit, she forgot all about her foot and whirled to jog back the way she’d come. Batman didn’t just have tech he carried around with him. He also had a car. The car had to get inside the cave somehow, and it certainly wasn’t coming through that tiny door. And an entry big enough to admit a car had to be able to be found by someone who had reason to believe it was here. And it would probably not have such advanced security.

Very glad she’d worn reasonable shoes, Iris considered the area around the cave. Batman didn’t exactly drive a compact car, from what she could tell. So he had to either drive it on a road or through an area where the trees weren’t so close together. The best bet seemed on the left, so she turned that way and started the arduous process of climbing around the side of the cave, keeping an eye open for anything that could lead to what she was looking for.

“After all this,” she huffed, catching herself as she tripped on a root and almost fell. “I better at least get a quote.”

Alfred sat back and took a few long sips from his tea. He watched as the woman’s face twisted into annoyance, mumbling to herself. He was able to pick up on the word ‘Batman’ at least, so he knew she was here with purpose and hadn’t just accidentally discovered their location and was breaking in out of curiosity.

He frowned as she seemed to climbing around the side of the cave. Reporters are always too hard-headed, he thought, bringing him flashbacks of a Ms. Vicki Vale.

She seemed to be looking for a particular type of entrance, if her determined face on the cameras meant anything. Alfred finally sighed, deciding to end this charade.

He stood up leaving his cup of tea near the monitor, venturing for a door nearest the reporter. He swiftly walkout of it, closing it behind him, and walked through the bushes to find her stumbling on a root.

He stuck his arm out for her to catch her balance, “My terrible apologize young lady, however I must inform you that you are on privet property.”

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After a few more attempts failed to get her anywhere, she hit a number on her phone to dial a friend of hers who helped her when she needed to…break in to places seemed like such a harsh way of putting it. Iris preferred to think of it as acquiring entry into places…alone…when she could look around with less chance of her being disturbed. Or something.

“It’s not working!” she hissed, keeping her voice low. “Yes! I hit the button!” She paused and listened. “That button too!” For good measure, she gave the door a little kick, succeeding only in injuring herself. “Darn it! No, I just broke my toe is all,” she muttered.

She hung up the phone and crossed her arms over her chest as she considered the keypad in front of her. She was frustrated, but she wasn’t going to give up. “Go track down the Batman,” she muttered to herself, imitating her editor’s voice rather poorly. “Yeah, right.” Ignoring the key pad for the moment, she took a closer look around the door, checking for other security measures or maybe - if she was luckier than she’d ever been in her life - a flaw in the security that she could use to get inside.

Alfred watched as the young woman pulled out her cell phone. The computer immediately traced the call, which proved to lead to a friend of her’s with a criminal history. He sighed, watching as she futilely kicked the titanium door.

He supposed he’d just wait it out, as he reached for his cup of tea.

#iriswestdoj #((im sure there is at least one flaw and blind spot to get into the cave))#((these two shall meet!!))#((hopefully~))

Iris pressed a few more keys and looked over her shoulder, checking to make sure she hadn’t been caught. This was possibly - probably - a really bad idea, but how else was she to confirm her suspicions? She pressed another key. Almost certainly. This was almost certainly a bad idea.

He was going to murder her, if he caught her, wasn’t he?

Alfred frowned at the unrecognizable face, however she seemed vaguely familiar. The computer’s facial detection software quickly pulled up the file of a young Iris West. Alfred skimmed it quickly, as well as overrided her access panel, turning the door she was at to max security. She was apparently a reporters at Central City Picture News, which struck him as odd that she would be in Gotham of all places.

However the last name West definitely rang bells in Alfred’s head, as he had welcomed young Master Dick’s friend Wally into the manor quite a few times before.

What an interesting young woman. He thought as he continued to watch her on the monitor.

#iriswestdoj #((curious alfred is curious))

red-and-undead:

Jason frowns immediately. “Alfred, you know it’s not safe out in parts like these… There are people out here crazier than me. You could get mugged.” His words are impulsive, mainly because he forgets that the Wayne Manor butler, despite his age, is still pretty good at defending himself.

He takes the tupperware container, popping the lid. “Thank you, though.” He swallows hard.”

Alfred’s smile turns into a knowing grin, “As I said Master Jason, I can handle myself,” he winks and pats his chest where he of course kept something hidden in his suit jacket.

“It’s just some meat lasagna I made tonight, however Master Bruce seems to think I put too much ground beef in it. I figured you’d appreciate it more.” He sighs and pulls out a box, “I also thought you could use some tea. It’s one of my favorites, a calming English tea, the closest thing I could find without importing it.” He seemed to be rambling, knowing how the young man disliked such emotional encounters.

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red-and-undead:

Jason looked back at the butler behind him with a firm frown. “Alfred, you shouldn’t…” He sighed, mounting the gun on his back. “I know perfectly well you can handle yourself…” I just threatened to shoot the man who practically helped to raise me before I died. What kind of monster am I?

Alfred smiles sadly, “Master Jason, I was unable to locate your current apartment, however,” he pulls out a tupperware container seemingly from nowhere, “I was wondering if you would humor me and allow me to give you a housewarming gift.”

He glances around the ally he’s found himself in, “I know it might be too late for housewarming gift, seeing as it’s taken me forever to find you...”

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reddestxrobin:

Tim looked up to the camera, knowing who would be watching. “Sorry, Alf. Forgot my laptop.”

Alfred sighed in relief, allowing the bypass code to process in the security system. He pressed the intercom button, “No worries Master Timothy.”

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red-and-undead:

“You know, if I were you, I’d be careful with what I say to the guy carrying the AK-47.”

Alfred appeared behind him, “Oh, young sir, I can assure you I can handle myself.”

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Alfred could hear a passcode being typed into the keypad beyond the outside wall and ping of acceptance.

He sighs, pulling up the cameras on the computer, wondering who would be idiotic enough to try to break into the Batcave.

Cassandra just looked at Alferd, she wasn’t sure what was going on. But that didn’t she wasn’t curious, and wondered up to where he was. She just looked at the screen with a confused face and wondered why the person or thing wasn’t leaving the keypad alone.

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Alfred sighs and leans back once the camera is just static, “What do you think, my dear? We leave them to tinker more, or should we go and confront them?”

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thefirstbxtgirl:

Barbara hadn’t been to the Batcave in a while, but she needed to check some data and her systems weren’t capable of getting it. Not yet, anyway. She was working on it. Wheeling herself in, she glanced around the empty space before she noticed the elderly man. “Alfred?”

Alfred immediately stood up from his seat in front of the bat computer at the sight of the previous bat girl.

He clasped his hands together and smiled fondly, "Ms. Gordon, it's a pleasure to see you. Is there anything I can help you with, my dear? Usually you just call."

Alfred knew better than to immediately help the girl like he would any other member of the family. She was feisty and independent, which he always admired and respected.

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Alfred could hear a passcode being typed into the keypad beyond the outside wall and ping of acceptance.

He sighs, pulling up the cameras on the computer, wondering who would be idiotic enough to try to break into the Batcave.

#dojstarter #((could be anyone really))#((maybe a hero doesnt want the batman to know he's there))#((maybe bruce forgot his sensor/voice command/probably would have amnesia if he forgot those....))

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