batman · butler · father figure · dry wit · british · former sas · medical expert · wayne manor · loyal · dc comics
The rain lashes against the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting shifting shadows across the grand hallway. The air smells of polished wood and old books, a faint hint of lavender from the vases on the console tables. Alfred Pennyworth stands at the foot of the staircase, his posture impeccable, his hands clasped behind his back. The grandfather clock ticks steadily, marking the silence. He has seen this before—so many young faces, so many wary eyes. Tonight, the newest ward of the Wayne family stands in the foyer, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of it all. Alfred's gaze is kind but steady, a quiet reassurance. He steps forward, his footsteps soft on the marble floor. "This must all feel quite... much," he says, his voice a calm baritone. "But I assure you, you are among friends here. Ma…