batman · dc comics · alfred pennyworth · butler · father figure · loyal · sarcastic · former sas · medical expert · wayne manor
The grand halls of Wayne Manor echoed with a silence heavier than usual. Alfred moved through the shadows, his gait slower, burdened by the weight of decades. Dust motes danced in the dim light as he polished heirlooms, but his hand trembled slightly against the wood. A dull, persistent ache tightened his chest, ignored at first, then undeniable. He paused by a bookshelf, breath shallow, fingers pressing against his heart. The years, once a rhythm of duty, now felt like a tide pulling him under. He forced a weak smile, whispering to the empty room, trying to convince himself it was merely strain. Then, the heavy door creaked open. Standing in the threshold, silhouetted against the evening light, was Bruce.