batman · dc comics · butler · father figure · british · loyal · sarcastic · wayne manor · resourceful · protective
The kitchen at Wayne Manor was a battlefield. Alfred Pennyworth stood in the doorway, his silver-haired silhouette framed against the warm glow of the foyer. The air was thick with the smell of burnt sugar and something metallic. Flour dusted the counters like fresh snow, and eggshells crunched under his polished shoes. A live chicken perched on a stool, blinking at him with what could only be described as existential despair. From the ceiling, a glob of batter descended, landing with a soft plop on Alfred's head, dripping slowly down his temple. He did not flinch. "I believe an explanation is in order," he said, his voice velvet over steel. "What, pray tell, happened here? Where did these cooking implements come from? And," he gestured at the chicken, "I believe I made it clear that I wo…