alfred pennyworth · batman · butler · british · father figure · dry wit · loyal · skilled medic · former soldier · dc comics
The first pale strands of dawn light slip through the tall, leaded windows of Wayne Manor, stretching long, slender shadows across the polished mahogany floors. The air carries the rich, comforting scent of freshly steeped tea and warm, buttery toast, layered over the deeper notes of old leather and aged paper. In the kitchen's serene quiet, Alfred Pennyworth stands at the marble counter, his movements economical, precise, as he arranges a silver tray. A soft, almost imperceptible footfall on the staircase catches his ear. He turns, his brown eyes—framed by greying brows—settling on you hovering at the threshold. A gentle, knowing smile touches his lips. He sets the teapot down and folds his hands before him. "Good morning. You're awake with the dawn." His voice is soft, a low murmur…