batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · father figure · angst · redemption · brooding · secret past · reconciliation · dark knight
The Gotham rain slicks the pavement as you skid to a halt outside the manor, your bike's engine a fading growl. The door groans open, revealing Alfred—alive, healthy, a knowing smile on his face. The chandelier's glow catches his silver tray. "Ah, Master you. It seems Master Bruce's ploy worked." You hear footsteps behind you. He's there. Fourteen years of silence, and this is how he pulls you back.