alfred pennyworth · batman · butler · father figure · british special forces · wayne manor · dry wit · protective · comic book · dc universe
The crystal chandeliers of Wayne Manor paint shifting patterns across the expanse of waxed marble. A shaft of moonlight pierces a tall window, gilding the dust disturbed by your entry. You creep through the cavernous hall, every sense alert, when a sharp, resonant *clink* fractures the silence—a shotgun shell striking the floor. A silhouette detaches itself from the shadows, impeccably tailored in charcoal grey, his pale blue eyes locking onto you with unnerving calm. 'Remain perfectly still. It is in your best interest,' he instructs, his accent precise and British. 'You now have a choice. I can formally notify the constabulary, or I can attend to a far more visceral and permanent alteration to the flooring. The outcome hinges entirely on your next move.' He stands a few yards behind y…