#Alfred Beagle

[flashfuture]

(Batman 1940 #16)

I love that the original Alfred was just him showing up and saying "I'm your butler now :)" and Bruce and Dick were like "uhhhh please leave??"

#dc comics #batman #robin #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred beagle #alfred pennyworth but not really

[cantsayidont]

April-May 1943. In the modern Batman comics and most modern Batman media, Bruce Wayne grew up with butler Alfred Pennyworth, who became his surrogate father, but originally, Alfred arrived well after Bruce was an adult. In his first appearance in BATMAN #16 (above), Alfred was a former English musical hall comedy actor whose father Jarvis had once been the Wayne butler. Arriving in America, Alfred essentially bluffs and browbeats Bruce into giving him a job. Before Bruce can send him away, Alfred, who fancies himself an amateur detective, accidentally stumbles upon the entrance to the Batcave, just as Dick had feared. Later:

Alfred was probably loosely modeled on, and certainly inspired by, Arthur Treacher, an English actor who had been a music hall star before finding his niche in movies as the quintessential English butler, playing P.G. Wodehouse's immortal Jeeves and various other butler roles. In DETECTIVE COMICS #83, Alfred spends his vacation "at a health resort, cultivatin' a new figure," returning in his now-familiar skinny, mustached form, which was modeled on William Austin, the actor who played Alfred in the 1943 BATMAN serial.

In 1957, a story in BATMAN #110 presented a new version of how Alfred was originally hired:

Note that in this version, Alfred already has his more familiar appearance when he's first hired; the original version was later attributed to Earth-2. (As this story eventually reveals, "Noyes" is actually Bruce Wayne in disguise, testing if Alfred can be trusted.)

The 1980 miniseries THE UNTOLD LEGEND OF THE BATMAN, intended as the definitive Bronze Age account of Batman's origins, presents a hybrid version of these two stories, referencing Alfred's previous music hall career and Jarvis Pennyworth having previously worked for the Wayne family, but retaining the 1957 story's version of how Alfred learned his employers' secret. (I think that's too bad, as the original version with Alfred stumbling onto the secret by accident and then pretending to have deduced it is really very funny, but by 1980, Alfred was no longer being treated as comic relief.)

From whence the idea that Alfred raised Bruce? For that you may thank Frank Miller, as first seen in THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS in 1986 and then incorporated into "Batman: Year One" in BATMAN #404–407.

In any case, when reading older appearances of Alfred, including his apparent demise in 1964 and his ludicrous resurrection in 1966, it bears keeping in mind that he's really just Bruce and Dick's employee, and is absolutely, unquestionably not getting paid enough.

#comics #batman #don cameron #bob kane #jerry robinson #george roussos #bill finger #sheldon moldoff #stan kaye #bruce wayne #robin #robin the boy wonder #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #alfred beagle #arthur treacher #the untold legend of the batman #frank miller

[sisaloofafump]

#they just introduce his long lost twin brother Alfred Beagle #(the girls who get it; get it) #dc comics #batman #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #my polls

[mr007pennyworth]

"He was snarling like a bloody lion"

"He's in pain Tom, for god sake if you'd stop submitting him to so much experimental treatment..."

"It's necessary, his last blood work was chaos, the iron in all that metal..."

"Is being dealt with just fine by the medication the hospital first gave him, there's no need for you interfering with all this nonsense, he was doing fine!"

"He was attacking the nurses!!"

"He's traumatized and in pain Tom what do you expect! He's spent nearly five years being bounced around hospitals with his mental health being entirely ignored by your thick skilled superiors not to mention his drugs problems, he needs help, he needs someone to listen to him not treat him like a fucking science experiment to get rich off"

"The medications are going to cost pennies to the public if we can get a licence for them Martha I told you, this isn't about the money..."

"Maybe not but it's a sick game of turning the man who saved your stupid life into your own dog, all because the court removed you from promotion..!"

"I deserved that promotion!"

"Just give him a break from the drugs, Alfred doesn't need all this, he was fine, I spent weeks with him in physio and he was as gentle as a kitten for fuck sake, he was more afraid of me!"

"Martha I'm sorry but the new Lithium tablets can't easily-"

"He's not about to kill someone Thomas"

"Darling...he already did...16 of them, right in front of me"

"and weirdly enough, everyone including the courts said we only have YOUR word for that"

#mr007pennyworth #v; Who killed Alfred Beagle #bvs verse (irons) #[one shot headcanons] #Thomas Wayne vs Alfred Pennyworth #headcanon plot; Martha knew Thomas was lying about the inheritance

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam as dog breeds

Dick: Golden Retriever

Jason: Tibetan Mastiff

Tim: Jack Russell Terrier

Damian: Chihuahua

Duke: Beagle

Cullen: French Bulldog

Stephanie: Samoyed

Cassandra: Rottweiler

Barbara: Border Collie

Harper: Siberian Husky

Carrie: Bichon Frisé

Kate: German Shepherd

Helena: Greyhound

Luke: Irish Wolfhound

Bette: Afghan Hound

Alfred: Poodle

Selina: Yorkshire Terrier

Bruce: Saint Bernard

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #duke thomas #cullen row #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #harper row #carrie kelley #kate kane #helena bertinelli #luke fox #bette kane #alfred pennyworth #selina kyle #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #dc comics

[avaritia-apotheosis]

They Might Be Giants

Alfred Pennyworth receives a phone call and is given custody over his recently orphaned nephew Danny Fenton.

A DPxDC Crossover // Read on [AO3] // Fic Masterlist

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one. 

Alfred received the phone call on an idyllic Sunday afternoon. Wayne Manor was a sleepy old thing in this weather, the house quiet and still as Alfred polished the silver to a shine. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne were out, taking little Master Bruce with them to see a new exhibit on the Mesozoic period.

He picked up the ringing kitchen landline and cradled the receiver in the juncture of his shoulder and ear, a practiced speech of “ Wayne Manor, may I know who is speaking? Apologies, the masters are unavailable at this moment, but may I pass on a message?” already at the tip of his tongue. 

Before he could open his mouth, the caller spoke. “Is this Mr. Alfred Beagle?”

Beagle was his mother’s maiden name, and the name Alfred took when he worked in Britain. The Pennyworth name, after all, was too closely associated with the Waynes. No one had called him that for years, now. He adjusted his grip on the receiver before resuming his polishing. “This is he. May I know who is calling?”

The caller—a tired sounding woman with a midwestern lilt—introduced herself as Mrs. Eller, the attorney to Jack and Madeline Fenton. “I am sorry that you had to learn about it like this, Mr. Pennyworth, but your cousin, Maddie Fenton, her husband, and their daughter Jasmine recently passed away in an accident this Wednesday. You have my deepest condolences.”

They were second cousins. That was the first thought that came to Alfred’s mind, the cloth in his hand frozen at the dip of the spoon he was shining. Their fathers were cousins who lived on opposite sides of the pond. Despite this, Alfred and Maddie remained in close contact with each other throughout their childhood. They were penpals, sending letters and photos and holiday postcards (Maddie more so than Alfred).

He was even invited to their wedding.

And now—

“Wait a minute…” Alfred’s mind stalled. He set down the silver and the cloth. “You said that the daughter died as well. They had a younger son. What happened to him?”

“He is alive and…as well as he could be in this situation. Danny is actually the reason why I needed to contact you.” Mrs. Eller cleared her throat. “In the Fentons’ will, you were named as their childrens’ legal guardian in case…the worst ever came to pass.”

“I…me? What about Alicia? Maddie’s sister?”

“It’s the late Doctors Fentons’ will, sir. And Danny has agreed to it as well.”

“I see.” Alfred’s breath came out in a shuddering gasp. “Well, if my dear late cousin willed it, then I am willing to comply. Please, let me make some arrangements first, and then I will get back to you with the details.” 

He hung up the phone—

—buried his face in his hands—

—and breathed. 

Alfred could not afford to cry right now.

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two. 

Thomas and Martha were more than happy to accommodate Danny within the manor when Alfred told them about his current situation. It was expected—the Waynes always had a penchant for generosity—but Alfred couldn’t help the sigh of relief all the same. 

(Master Bruce, precocious eight-year-old that he was, wrinkled his brows at the news. While fine with sharing his own things, the attention of his favorite people on the other hand, he hoards like a greedy dragon.)

A week after that terrible phone call, Alfred pulled the black Bentley up to the correct airport terminal and waited for his new charge’s arrival. 

Alfred had seen grief in many faces. Had experienced it himself. Despite this, nothing would ever prepare him for the utter desolation that seeped through Danny’s body. The boy was wan faced— skin almost gray. His cheeks were sunken and hollow, eyes bruised by shadows and stained red by tears. His back was hunched, less from the weight of his backpack and more so from the grief that hung on his shoulders. 

“Mr. Pennyworth?”  Danny’s voice was a dull timbre, nearly cracking at the edges. Alfred shook his hand (freezing cold, but not clammy). “I remember you. Mom always made sure to send you a Christmas card.”

The Fenton family Christmas card was always something Alfred appreciated. He had no family of his own that he was particularly close to, his immediate relatives all dead or estranged in some way. That Alfred received a card without fail every Christmas was always a novel feeling. It was…nice, to know that he still had ties somewhere. Danny, Alfred remembered, never really smiled in those cards. Oh he’d stretch his lips wide and show his teeth, but it was obvious from the way the smile never reached his eyes, and the tightness around his jaw that Danny wasn’t a Christmas person. 

And now, with only a few weeks left till Christmas, he might never be one. 

The two slid into the Bentley and drove off in relative silence. Danny had his head pressed against the window, eyes glazed as he watched the high-rise Gotham streets soon fade into open, rolling hills, and then the palatial monument that was Wayne Manor. 

At the sight of the manor, Danny blinked. “You a millionaire or something?” (Shoulders tensed. Hands curled into fist. His jaw clenched into a hard line, and there was a kind of acidity in his tone at the question. Problems with wealth? No. People with wealth.)

“No.” Alfred kept his tone bland. “But I do work for them. I am the Head Butler for the Wayne family, and have lived here with them while under their employ. They’ve graciously extended that hospitality to you.”

“Do I have to work for them or something?”

Most definitely a problem of someone with wealth.

Alfred shook his head. “While I would appreciate some help here and there, you have no obligation to do so. This is where you’ll live, with me. You can live here for as long as you’d like, and when you feel ready, we can also talk about entering you into school again.”

Danny drums his fingers against his forearm, eyes trained on the stone statues that guarded the door.

Thomas and Martha welcomed the boy with open arms. Danny shook their hands and thanked them with a raspy voice, polite smile not reaching his eyes. 

Master Bruce, shy and wary of the newest addition to the Wayne household, hid in the shadows of his mother’s ash mauve skirts. His blue eyes peeked upwards at Danny inquisitively.

(Later, after Alfred helped Danny settle into the room across from his own, Master Bruce would pull Alfred aside and ask why Danny looked so sad. 

Alfred knelt to Bruce’s eye level and pressed a warm hand on his shoulder. “He is sad because his family is gone.”

Master Bruce tilted his head. “Gone where? When will they be back?” For all that he was an intelligent lad, Bruce was barely more than a child. Death was a foreign concept. The death of a loved one was even moreso.

“Somewhere far, far away.” Alfred doesn’t want to be the one that teaches Bruce about death.)

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three. 

Wayne Manor was rumored to be haunted. It was a silly rumor of course; the Manor was an old house, and old houses have a tendency to make noises. But with Danny, one might almost be tricked into thinking it was true. 

Danny was a wraith. He haunted the wide and empty hallways with preternaturally silent footsteps, the hairs on Alfred’s nape standing on ends whenever he’d suddenly catch a glimpse of the boy at the corner of his eye. Sometimes Alfred would see him linger in shadowed nooks or in the solitude of his bedroom, staring vacantly at nothing. 

“He is still grieving,” Thomas would say. “Be patient with him.”

“He needs space,” Martha advised. “Just be there for him, Alfie. Let him know you’re someone he can trust, someone he can count on for support.”

Alfred looked down at his white-gloved hands. He knew that. He knew Danny needed support, needed space, needed time . But what about after? When the pang of grief had dulled with time, and Danny decided to step into the world instead of letting it pass by him? He was a child, and all children need parents.

Alfred remembers his time as an intelligence officer, slumming with petty criminals and socializing with wealthy targets. Living double, triple, quadruple lives, and exploiting every weakness that he could dig up in order to tear people down. 

Nurturing hands he had not.

(Fatherhood would never suit someone like him.)

“I don’t know if I can,” he confessed.

“But you must either way,” said Martha. “You are all Danny has left in the world.”

“The best is all you can really do,” added Thomas. “Look on the bright side: you’re already doing so well with Bruce.”

Sighing through his nose, Alfred rubbed the ache away from his temples. Recalled, then, the distant past with his own father who cared more for another family than his own. Jarvis Pennyworth was an austere man who embodied the ‘stiff upper lip’ idiom so commonly applied to the British people. Even in Alfred’s memory, Jarvis barely smiled. 

Jarvis was not a warm father. And yet…

Alfred still remembered the warmth that bloomed in his chest whenever he was young and saw a plate of freshly peeled fruit sitting on his desk.

Jarvis was not a particularly warm father, and more often than not was clumsy and awkward with his affection. But he loved his family still. Even far away, Alfred knew that his father would always be there for him.

And maybe, that’s what Danny needed from him too. 

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four. 

Alfred's previous occupation necessitated light sleeping habits, and for all Danny's too-quiet footsteps, he too was at the mercy of the Manor's age. Danny's door creaked open in the dead of night, rousing Alfred from his rest. From there, it only took Alfred fifteen seconds to ascertain that Danny had already turned around the hallway.

Alfred rose from his bed and tied his dressing robe around his waist. His nephew had a habit of wandering outside his room late at night. At first, from Alfred's observations, it was only to aimlessly walk throughout the Manor. After the first week, Danny had begun to gravitate to one place in particular.

The library.

Though it was less for the comfort of books or the rather comfortable wingback armchairs that surrounded the fireplace, and more for the small balcony that overlooked the topiary garden.

The first time Alfred had followed Danny there, he nearly had a heart attack when he saw Danny sit at the edge of the balustrade, feet dangling twenty feet above the ground. He nearly gave away his hiding spot in the shadow of some shelves. Fortunate for him that Danny wasn't the most observant person. He was like his mother in that way; for all that Maddie was an intelligent and frightfully observant little girl, she could be totally blind to some of the most obvious signs. (Alfred wondered if she ever grew past that.)

Like the first time, Danny sat at the edge of the balustrade. His fingers drummed a rhythmic pattern against the stone, head tilted up as he watched the starry sky above. Unlike the first time, Alfred made a stop at the kitchen first, coming out with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Made just the way his own father used to. 

Alfred deliberately stepped on a few creaky floorboards on his way over to alert Danny of his presence. He set down his own mug atop the railing before offering the other to his nephew. "It's cold out."

Wordlessly, Danny wrapped his hands around the mug and tucked it close to his chest. His blue eyes— startlingly bright in the darkness—scrunched in confusion as he tried to figure out Alfred's angle.

"It's not poisoned," Alfred joked dryly. He took a sip of his own mug as if to prove it. "That's too cliche."

"Too suspicious, too. It'd be easier to just push me off the balcony. Makes it look like an accident." Danny turned pink, sheepish. "Oh no that was kinda morbid. I'm sorry, I don't — I don't know why I said that."

He chuckled. "I'm the last person to reprimand you for morbid jokes, boy. And besides, you're right." Alfred smiled from beneath his cup when he saw Danny take a sip of the hot chocolate. "What brings you out here, anyway?"

There was a line of chocolate above Danny's lip. He wiped it away with the back of his wrist. "Stargazing, I guess. It's— there's less light pollution here and I wanted to just…look, I guess."

"Do you like astronomy?"

Danny nodded, gazing upwards at the cluster of stars above. "I wanted to be an astronaut when I was little."

"And now?"

"I still do. A lot. But I don't think that's possible for me anymore."

Alfred adjusted his grip on his mug. “Why not?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t…know, really.” His voice is infinitesimally small that it is almost carried away by the evening wind. He hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees and mug settled on the bannister. Looked as if he was teetering on the edge and Alfred’s hand itched to pull on his arm as if to anchor him. “It feels as though I’m someone else. Like the Danny that wanted to become an astronaut lives in an entirely separate reality, and it feels weird to still want that dream because he and I are so—” 

His breath catches in his throat. Eyes wide as a single tear slid down his cheek.

Then, all at once, his energy leaves him. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”

Alfred shook his head. “No. Don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.” He met Danny’s gaze. Hoped that the boy would see the sincerity in his own eyes. “You are right. You are changed, Danny. I don’t know in what way, but you have changed and it is alright that you feel like a different person. Grief changes you, but it doesn’t mean you have to distance yourself from who you once were.”

Danny gripped the bannister tight. Fingers dug harshly into the stone. “I heard a lot that ‘time heals all wounds.’ ” He laughed humorlessly. “Is that actually true?”

“No,” Alfred said. “It doesn’t. The wound will never heal, but time will numb it enough that it no longer feels as painful.”

Danny looked at Alfred for a long moment, searching for something. The cold wind tousled his hair. Despite the frigid temperatures, Danny had not shivered even once.

Then, he spoke. “I still don’t think I can become an astronaut.”

Alfred’s gaze softened. “That’s alright. You’re still young, and you have plenty of time to decide what you want to do with it.”

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five. 

Surprisingly—or perhaps, unsurprisingly—it was Master Bruce that pulled Danny out of the shadows of grief. Not completely, but…enough so that Danny began to finish everything on his plate and was unafraid to sleep some nights without waking up in nightmares.

Thomas and Martha were pleased, of course. For all Bruce’s brightness and endearing personality, he was so shy and struggled to make friends his own age. Danny at fourteen was still years older, but progress was progress. The Wayne couple would encourage the two’s friendship with a warm smile and an overindulgence in their antics. As long as Danny and Bruce didn’t leave the estate without their permission or stay out too late, the boys were free to wander as they liked.

In Alfred’s eyes, the connection between the two was obvious. Like called to like. Loneliness called to loneliness.

Once, Alfred caught the boys laying down in the soft grassy fields behind the manor. Their heads are pillowed by their arms, eyes craned towards the bright array of stars above, and willfully ignorant of the curfew they were breaking.

Danny lifted his arm to point at the sky. “See those three stars in a line?” he said to Bruce. “Those three stars make up Orion’s belt, and are the brightest stars in his constellation. See? If you follow it, you can sorta make the shape of a person.”

“I see it!” Master Bruce exclaimed. He traced a vague shape in the air. “There’s his chest. That, his arm. And look! I can even see his bow!”

“You know, a lot of people actually think that’s a shield.”

“But that looks nothing like a shield!” 

Alfred couldn’t see for certain, but he felt that Danny would’ve shrugged at that statement. “Shield, bow, pelt of fur, doesn’t really matter in the end. The important thing was that you could see it. The ancient Mediterraneans used Orion as, like, an old calendar to know when it was a good time to thresh—that is, to separate the seeds from like a barley plant—their crops.” He moved his hand again. “The other cool thing about Orion is that it’s a good way to find other stars. See, if you follow the line of his belt away from his bow, you’ll find Sirius, which is the brightest star in the canis major constellation.”

“Is that his dog?”

“Yeah, that’s his dog. Sirius is also the brightest star in our night sky— well, after the sun at least. Anyway, if you follow the line of Orion’s belt towards the bow and even past it, you can see a cluster of stars way up there. There should be seven, but it might be hard to see all of them.”

“I think I see it? Is it that one?”

“Uh, a bit further— yep! That one. That’s the Pleiades, an open star cluster and probably one of the most well known stars in history. There’s actually way more than seven stars up there, but as far as seeing with the naked eye goes, we can only see seven. Like Orion, they were used to mark when it was a good time to harvest, but more than that, they were used by Greek sailors to know when it was a good time to sail. If the Pleiades were setting, or they were gone from the sky, then the seas would be too dangerous and it was better to go home.”

“What about that star over there?”

Alfred sees Danny shift, his head tilting towards the small lump that made up Master Bruce. “Which one?”

“Between the Pleiades and Orion there’s this really bright orange star.”

“Alpha Taurus. The brightest star in the Taurus constellation.” A beat. “Aldebaran, I think is its name. They call it ‘The Follower’ because it always follows after the Pleiades. Fun fact, it’s like over forty-times larger than the sun.”

“Really?” Alfred could hear the incredulity in Master Bruce’s voice. “It doesn’t look like it.”

“Well, all of those stars are lightyears away. They’re so far away that, technically, we’re not really seeing the stars. The light they give takes a long time to actually reach here on earth for us to see, so what we’re looking at is the light of a star from hundreds or thousands of years ago.”

Danny went quiet for a moment. “Really…for all we know, some of the stars we’re looking at have been dead for a while. Alive to us, but dead in reality. A weird kind of limbo.”

“Does it matter though?” Master Bruce said.

“What?”

He turned over, laying on his belly and holding himself up on his forearms. “Dead or alive? Does it matter?” 

“I don’t…”

“I don’t think it does.” Master Bruce flopped back down to the grass. “If it’s alive, it’s alive. If it isn’t, then… it’s still alive in a way? My dad said that you’re never truly dead as long as someone remembers you, and as long as we see the star then it’ll always stay alive.”

Danny was silent for a moment.

Then he laughed and ruffled Bruce’s hair. “You know, Bruce, you’re way too smart for your age.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No. Never. You kinda remind me of my sister a bit.” 

Alfred’s breath hitched. It was the first time he had ever heard Danny willingly bring up his family since they first met. 

“She was a huge know-it-all,” Danny continued. “Annoyed me a lot because everyone always noticed that I wasn’t smart like her, but…she had a big heart, like you.”

Danny hauled himself to his feet before offering an arm to Master Bruce. “Come on, we better head back before anyone notices that we snuck out past your bedtime.”

Master Bruce whined. “Can’t we stay a bit longer?”

“We can do this again tomorrow night.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die and all that.”

The two walked arm in arm back through the patio entrance, Danny’s footsteps still that same eerie silence, and little Bruce’s slowly matching his gait to copy Danny’s movements. Neither were aware of Alfred, who clung to the shadows, watching his two boys go.

(Alfred said nothing of the boys’ late-night astronomy lessons. He continued to say nothing whenever he caught the two of them breaking curfew. Instead, he’d settle on a chair in a hidden nook that comfortably kept the two in sight, and watched the stars.)

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six. 

Months passed, and slowly, Danny learned to move on. He ate more now. Smiled more. Laughed more. Lived more. 

Danny was a delight to have in the Manor. He was an extra voice that bounced around the vast hallways, another plate set down for family meals, and a point of normalcy in the glittering world of the Waynes. He was Alfred’s apprentice in the kitchen, their handy mechanic when technology went awry, and Bruce’s ever watchful guardian. 

Martha and Thomas loved him. Bruce adored him. 

And Alfred?

Alfred could not help the little voice at the back of his head that wanted to call the boy his own. Danny was his nephew, his family along with the Waynes. 

Despite all the tragedy that brought Danny to Gotham, Alfred could not help but be happy that Danny was here with them.

But Gotham was a cruel mistress.

And Happiness was as fragile as a string of pearls.

Alfred drove Bruce away from that godforsaken alley as soon as he could. The boy (eight years old, he was eight years old and stained in his own parents’ blood) shivered in the passenger seat, an officer’s jacket slung over his small frame. He was silent. Unmoving. Hollow eyes trained at the darkening sky ahead.

They reached the Manor to find Danny furiously pacing on the front steps, teeth worrying the end of his thumb. He froze as soon as Alfred stepped out of the black Bentley.

He jumped down the front steps, shoes skidding against the gravel. “Alfred?”

What happened?

Is everything alright?

Alfred could read every bit of Danny’s body language as if the boy was an open book. The tense line of his shoulders; the rigidness of his spine; the sudden depth of his respirations as if Danny was forcing himself to calm down but couldn’t quite get there in time. There was a wild sort of desperation in his eyes— but Danny wasn’t looking at Alfred. Wasn’t here. Not completely at least.

Some part of Danny was back in Amity again. A young boy like Master Bruce watching his whole world fall apart with a bang. 

Alfred kept a stiff upper lip as he opened the passenger door and helped Master Bruce onto unsteady legs. He had to be strong now, for both his boys. 

“Alfred,” Danny started again. “What— what happened? Where’s—” At the sight of Master Bruce, Danny stumbled to his knees. 

“Bruce? Are you—” He cradled Bruce’s blood-stained cheek, fingers shaking. 

Bruce spoke. The first words he’d said since Alfred came to get him. “What do I do, Danny?” His voice is shaking and raw and so small . The wind could almost carry it away. “They’re gone, Danny. My parents are gone, too.”

Alfred could see the instant Danny broke. 

(Alfred could feel the second he broke, too.)

He pulled both his boys into his arms and held them tight. They were all each other had in this world, and Alfred begged to a god he hadn’t believed in for years that the world not separate them even more.

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seven. 

It’s been a week. 

Alfred found both boys curled up in the grassy fields behind Wayne Manor, staring at the dark expanse of night.

“I never want anyone else to go through what we did,” Bruce said. 

A promise. 

Danny turned to look at Bruce, a hand held out. Aldebaran shone bright and red above him. “Never again.” 

A pact. 

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eight. 

When Bruce is midway through his first year of university and Danny is nearly finished with his bachelor’s degree in aerospace engineering, the two of them dropped out of college, packed a bag each, and disappeared into the night.

 They gave no word. They left no note.

Months later, they were declared dead. Another tragedy for the people of Gotham, who mourned their bright prince. 

All of Bruce Wayne’s finances and belongings were left to Alfred, who continued to tend to them, as if any day Bruce Wayne and his smiling shadow would return. 

Time passed.

The world turned.

Bruce Wayne and Danny Fenton remained dead. 

Until one night, when the Pleiades had begun their descent from the sky, Alfred woke to a phone call. He held the phone to his ear, spoke into the receiver in hushed tones, and hung up a few minutes later. 

He readies his uniform. Made sure that it was free of lint, and the fabric was ironed out of any wrinkles. He dressed, made himself presentable, and drove the black Bentley all the way to a lonely airfield on the outskirts of Gotham.

He waits. 

He does not wait long. (He’s waited long enough.)

A small plane descends. Landed on the runway. Stopped. 

An eternity, and the doors opened. 

Out steps two young men, tall and lean, with whipcord muscles and scars that held stories that Alfred might never know.  Their eyes are tired but bright. Hungry for vengeance, for justice, for Gotham .

Alfred smiled at his boys.

“Welcome home.”

#dpxdc #my writing.txt

[yourobedientserpent]

Alfred Through the Ages

Golden Age: Alfred Pennyworth Beagle is Bumbling Comedy Relief: "Oi'm Somethin' of an Amateur Sleuth Meself, Mawster Bruce."

Silver Age: Alfred Pennyworth is a Staid Reliable Manservant: "Commissioner Gordon is on the Batphone, sir."

Bronze Age: Alfred Pennyworth has Hidden Depths as a Former Badass S.O.E. Veteran who had an Illegitimate Daughter with a member of the French Resistance.

Iron Age: Alfred Pennyworth is Snarky Comedy Relief: "I Diapered Your Bottom, Master Bruce."

Postmodern Age: Alfred Pennyworth has Hidden Depths tapped for Black Comedy Relief: "I am a Snarky Retired Badass and You Will Never Find All the Guns I've Hidden Around The Manor, Master Bruce."

#batman #batfam #alfred pennyworth

[thatravenpuffgirl]

Susan Bones

Canon:

She was born around 1980

She's a Half-Blood. This means that either her father was a Pureblood (since her last name comes from his side) and her mother was a Half-Blood, or her mother was a pureblood and her father a half-blood, or both of them were half-bloods already.

Her wizarding family were rather powerful and respected during the First Wizarding War, but because of this most of her family were murdered by Death Eaters in the aftermath.

We don't know if her parents were murdered during this time, but the only relevant family of the Bones that is canon is Amelia Bones, Susan's aunt, but she was killed in July 1996

She was a Hufflepuff, in the same year as the golden trio.

She seemed to be friends with Seamus Finnigan and Hermione Granger, as Hermione and Susan were paired together for Herbology and DADA in their second year and both had a crush on Professor Lockhart during that time, although it's unknown if they were friends after that. She's also seen talking with Seamus during classes and DA meetings.

We do know she was good friends with the Hufflepufss in her year, Hannah Abbott, Ernie Macmillan, and Justin Flinch-Fletchley, all of who were also members of the DA. It's unknown if she was friends with Zacharias Smith, another Hufflepuff in her year, even though he did attend DA meetings.

In her sixth year, she splinched herself while attending Aparating classes, losing one of her legs, although it was later reattached.

She was a member of the DA Army, but it isn't known if she was present during the Battle of Hogwarts, although it is most likely since she did attend Hogwarts for her seventh year at that time.

It is also not confirmed in canon whether she survived the second wizarding war, although it is most likely since her name wasn't listed among the deceased.

We also don't know what she did in the aftermath of the war

My Headcanons and Fancast for her (some of these are info about the bones family as well):

Eleanor Columbus as young Susan Bones:

Alice Englert as older Susan Bones:

She was born on October 22nd, 1979

Her Patronus is a Beagle

Her wand is made from Willow wood with a Unicorn core, 10 inches long, and swishy.

Her star sign is Libra

She's a half-blood

Her parents were Oscar Bones (Half-blood) and Eleanor Bones (Pure-blood).

Her grandparents were Alfred (Pure-blood) and Dorthory (Muggle-born), and the parents of Oscar, Amelia and Edgar Bones. Edgar was the oldest, Amelia was the middle child, and Oscar was the youngest.

Her grandparents were nicknamed Alfie and Dottie

Since she was raised by muggles, Susan's grandmother grew up reading muggle literature, which she absolutely adored. She was the one to come up with the names for her two sons, who were named after Edgar Poe and Oscar Wilde, both muggle English poets

Her uncle, Edgar, had three kids with his wife, Edith (Pure-blood) Chester Bones (eldest) and two daughters, Theodora and Mabel, who all died in the war in 1981, shortly before Voldemort was finally defeated.

Edgar and Edith were both around 33 when they died, their son Chester was around 12, and Theodora and Mabel were around 10 and 8 respectively.

Her parents were murdered by Voldemort shortly after her 1st birthday in 1980, a year before the war ended. They were both around 24 years old.

Her aunt, Amelia Bones, one of the few surviving members of the Bones family, took Susan in just after Susan's parents' death and raised her as her own, she was about 28 at the time.

Susan would call Amelia aunty mum.

Although Amelia was quite busy with her Ministry work, she did try to spend as much time with Susan as possible.

Susan had lived in Godric's Hollow with her parents, along with her uncle Edgar, Aunt Edith and her cousins, although once Amelia became her guardian, she moved to Wimbourne. Her uncle and aunty stayed, as Edgar was working alongside the Order of the Phoenix and James and Lily Potter, fellow members, lived there as well, albeit secretly, and Edgar thought he should look out for the Potters.

The Abbot family also lived in Godric's Hollow and were close with the Bones family. They stayed at Godric's Hollow until Edgar and Edith Bones' deaths, and then they moved to Wimbourne to be with Amelia and Susan Bones.

Hannah Abbott and Susan would grow up together, and their two families would make the trip to King's Cross Station to see the girls leave for each of their years at Hogwarts.

Susan and Hannah were both obviously sorted into Hufflepuff.

Susan wasn't one to actually play quidditch, but she rooted for the Wimbourne Wasps.

She loved Herbology and the History of Magic, and eventually the extra-curricular subjects, Muggle Art and Wizarding Art.

You'd just constantly find her in the greenhouses working on her plants or sketching, drawing and painting. or pouring over history books from the library.

Susan and Hannah would become good friends with Ernie Macmillian and Justin Finch-Fletchley.

They were basically known as the Hufflepuff Four.

She developed a crush on Ernie in her second year

She was good friends with a few Gryffindors in her year, like Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

Dean was quite talented in art, although he didn't tell many people, and Susan was one of the few he'd show his artwork to.

Hermione and Susan would meet officially on the Hogwarts Express at the start of the second year, and the two loved discussing the book, History of Magic, both of them having read it thoroughly.

They were also paired in Herbology, DADA, and History of Magic, and you'd often see them giggling together.

Susan was the one to make Hermione open up very easily early on, which she wouldn't do around even her other close friends, Ron and Harry, until much later.

Susan was upset when Hermione was petrified during the second year, along with Justin.

She'd visit the Hospital Wing constantly, and took notes for classes for both Hermione and Justin.

Although they weren't necessarily close, Susan was an acquaintance of Harry through Hermione and was one of the few who didn't think that he was behind the attacks in the second year, and would tell Hannah and Ernie off when they were convinced he was.

And Susan was friends with Seamus through Dean and would confide in him about things, especially since his mother was also working at the ministry. Although, they'd get into a disagreement when Seamus didn't believe the trio about Voldemort.

During the third year, she'd pick Wizard and Muggle art, Muggle Studies and Music as her extra-curricular classes.

Hermione and she were in the same Muggle studies class, and they'd often study together, and discuss recommendations for muggle books and music.

She loved music class as well and played the harp.

Susan would be concerned for Hermione because she was aware Hermione was using the time-turner to take so many classes. Although, she did enjoy the story of Hermione punching Malfoy, and thought it was a good thing Hermione was letting loose.

Before the beginning of the fourth year, Susan's Auntie would get free tickets to the Quidditch World Cup because of her position in the ministry, and Susan would go along with Ernie, Justin and Hannah. She'd also run into a few of other her friends there, including Hermione, Seamus and Dean.

Although she was excited when Cedric was picked as Hogwarts Champion and thought that Harry should not have been allowed to enter the tournament, she didn't believe that Harry put his name in the goblet of fire. She supported both Harry & Cedric, and refused to participate in picking sides, unlike Ernie and Hannah. Justin was the same, as he learnt his lesson from 2nd year, realising that he shouldn't have judged without all the facts.

Susan stood by Hermione and didn't believe the rumours Rita Skeeter was making up about her. Susan was the only one who knew that Fred Weasley was Hermione's first kiss and not Victor Krum and that Hermione only viewed Krum as a friend.

Susan went to the Yule Ball with Zacharias Smith, mostly as friends though.

She was over the moon when she found out that Hermione and Fred were dating

Susan was saddened by Cedric's death. Although she was afraid, she did believe that Voldemort was back.

In her fifth year, she was upset when Ernie (who she still had a crush on) started dating Leanne, a Hufflepuff and friend of Katie Bell after they both joined the Hufflepuff Quidditch team to honour Cedric (who they had admired greatly) as a keeper and chaser respectively.

However, she started dating Zacharias Smith that same year. Zacharias was a Chaser on the Hufflepuff Team as well.

And Susan would read up on quidditch to support both her boyfriend and friend

Justin and she were also definitely the conspirators behind getting Neville Longbottom and Hannah together when they started noticing the two hanging out together a lot more.

Suan had previously been friends with Neville for a while, as they had been paired together for Herbology the year prior, but thought Hannah would be a good match for him.

She'd also joined Dumbledore's Army that year, and enjoyed the lessons., Susan was the one to convince her 4 Hufflepuff friends (Ernie, Zacharias, Hannah and Justin) to join.

However, this caused issues between Zacharias and her, the former being continuously sceptical of harry, Hermione and ron, and the return of Voldemort, whereas Susan believed it was true, and didn't like the comments her boyfriend would make towards her friends. After about 6 months of dating, the pair would split.

Note: Part 2 coming soon!

#harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter headcanon #hp fandom #hogwarts #hufflepride #hufflepuff #hogwarts houses #hannah abbott #ernie macmillan #susan bones #fred x hermione #hermione granger #fred and hermione #the golden trio #ron weasley #harry potter series #harry potter books #cedric diggory #neville longbottom #dean thomas #seamus finnigan #wizarding world #first wizarding war #second wizarding war #wizarding families #history of magic #herbology

[madamesmoke]

That the Bats aren't exactly functional adults, never mind functional humans, is no secret.

The one fully functional Adult™️ is, of course, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth.

Also known as: Alfred Beagle, Alfred J(arvis), Pennyworth, Thaddeus Crane, Thaddeus Middleton, The Eagle, Penny-One....

Followed by Jason, of all people...

Next is, of course, Dickie (survival skills dial up if Slade is present, who is actually a real adult with housekeeping skills)

Then we have kate, who is only marginally less emotionally constipated than Bruce

5th place is Tim or Cass

The last place is Bruce ...

I didn't count Damian on account of being approximately 9 years old. He shouldn't even approach functional Adult

#dick grayson #nightwing #slade wilson #deathstroke #jason todd #red hood #robin #batman #silly #alfred pennyworth #tim drake #cassandra cain #bruce wayne

[not-another-robin]

Unpopular opinion but the Waynes would be ouppies. Bruce is a Doberman. Dick is a Collie. Jay is a Rottweiler. Tim is a Beagle. Cass is a Basengi. Damian is a Doberman-Springer. Duke is a Golden Lab. Alfred is a schnauzer. I am correct as always

#in my defense i don't know many dog breeds #but i do think they'd be doggies............ #maybe not my official fursona assignments for them but still #pls feel free to weigh in

[hexsrealityarchived]

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LAST SONG: Lovers in the Dark by: Dark

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[flashfuture]

should be a Batman series where they animate golden and silver age comics. Hijinks such as Alfred Beagle and Alfred Pennyworth obviously be two different butlers but it's played like it's not. Dick Grayson would very slowly grow up so as not to frighten those scared of change. superman popping in for random adventures. catwoman having actual panthers. Dick being gone some weekends with reference to the Titans. Dick going to college driving Bruce crazy with empty nest syndrome. Dick getting arrested day one of college fighting cops. Then the drop Out disaster where Bruce rants about the importance of school. Meeting Talia setting up for Damian. A throw away about Barry Allen going missing towards the end because this world is about to change for the worse (crisis on infinite earths L)

[cantsayidont]

October 1981. In between the origin of the Huntress and the story that explained how the Earth-2 Batman and Catwoman married, Bruce and Selina's actual 1955 wedding was depicted in the "Mr. & Mrs. Superman" story in THE SUPERMAN FAMILY #211. THE SUPERMAN FAMILY, which outlived THE BATMAN FAMILY by about four years, was an anthology book originally created to consolidate the Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen books (which hadn't been doing well individually) and the Supergirl strip from ADVENTURE. The "Mr. & Mrs. Superman" feature, little seven- or eight-page stories of the Golden Age Clark and Lois as a married couple in the 1950s, was one of the anthology's few highlights, although writer E. Nelson Bridwell could easily become distracted summarizing obscure continuity details rather than telling an actual story. This installment, entitled "The Kill Kent Contract!" has a silly framing plot where Lois accidentally overhears (à la SORRY, WRONG NUMBER) what she thinks is a plot to kill her husband at the wedding. It's overshadowed by the wedding itself, as seen here:

Given the level of emotional sturm-und-drang of the Huntress origin and the (later) "The Autobiography of Bruce Wayne!" this little story feels awfully sedate, although if you share Bridwell's interest in obscure details of old comics, it does have certain pleasures. if you're wondering: Selina's brother Karl appeared in a story in BATMAN #69 (February-March 1952), where he attempted to rip off Selina's gimmick as The King of the Cats; the fact that he's on parole here tells you how well that went. On Earth-2, Jim Gordon had only one kid, his son Tony, first seen in the Batman story in WORLD'S FINEST COMICS #53 (August-September 1951); on Earth-1, Tony Gordon was Barbara (Babs) Gordon's brother, who was killed a couple of years before this story. As for Alfred, Batman's butler went many years without ever being given a last name, although a 1945 story (in DETECTIVE COMICS #96) had him briefly use the last name "Beagle," which Bridwell obviously remembered. (The name "Pennyworth" wasn't established until 1969.)

As for the murder plot, Clark and Lois eventually determine that the target is not Clark, but Harvey Kent, the former Two-Face. In the original three Two-Face stories of 1942–1943, Harvey's last name was "Kent"; it became "Dent," probably by accident, in 1948, and that version stuck. Bridwell helpfully declares that the discrepancy is one of the differences between the Earth-1 and Earth-2 characters, although he at least resists the temptation to suggest that Clark and Harvey are related.

#comics #superman family #nelson bridwell #kurt schaffenberger #dan adkins #superman #batman #catwoman #clark kent #lois lane #bruce wayne #selina kyle #alfred beagle #commissioner gordon #tony gordon #earth-2 #batcat #mr & mrs superman #golden age superman #golden age batman #batromance

[silenthillmutual]

Alfred :)

BINGO!!!!! i actually didnt have any thoughts about him at first and then one day my brain just exploded. like i literally dont even remember meeting him and then one day my brain was like. hey remember that weird blonde fuck from bloodborne? youre obsessed with him now. and now i want to chew on him like hes a dog toy and i am a destructive beagle. (i have had such a dog in my life may she rest in peace). there is something SO wrong with him and i think its hot. he should be covered in more blood. im giving him ocd and forwarding him my spam emails.

#icarus.txt #ask game answers #abominableastronaut

[mr007pennyworth]

Felt cute. Might delete later.

(Mun mawhahaha)

Alfred: Bitch remove this!

#mr007pennyworth #Alfred the Beagle #(im so mean to him) #ooc; mun and muse

[dontcxckitup]

@mr007pennyworthdcv cont. from (X)

Alfred holds still for a moment before nodding and then reaching down to pull the trousers up around Gareth's waist and patting his hip gently. "I do know you....and I know you'd have tried, but I was stubborn, apparently also very violent, one of Wayne's favourite things to call me, "Old Dog" became a nickname up until the point where I just felt like one, I wouldn't have deserved you to stand by me at that point, I know I was drugged but even after Martha rescued me off them, I was submissive, gone soft, call it what you will but I wasn't Alfred Beagle anymore. I'm telling you because I never hid anything from you then and it would be unfair if I did so now when you agreed to marry me..."

He fiddles with the buttons of the shirt and then reaches for the bag pulling out Gareth's hair brush and gently combing it back into a more reasonable state. "What I'm trying to say is, I've changed just as much as you think you have, but it's not exactly a bad thing, the men we have become might be bitter in places but we still matter, I made a promise all those years ago that I would take care of you, I said I would always help no matter what and even though the universe decide to test that promise the least I can do is still prove to you that whatever we go through, whoever we believe we have become, whatever the future holds, that as long as you want me back in your life I will continue to hold the promise, even if you huff like a petulant child about being ordered about again..." he smirks before kissing his forehead.

"It's alright to be scared with me, it's alright to feel vulnerable with me and I want you to still feel as if you're safe to be honest with me again, because no matter the situation I will take it seriously, I care about you, but all that requires trust, something I have to earn back and it might take a long time..." he places the brush back in the bag and pulls out Gareth's slippers. "This is why I ask questions, it's why I'm asking your permission for things that might confuse others, I've read enough in that paperwork this evening to know you're not throwing up barriers for the fun of it" he sighs and places the slippers on the floor for Gareth to put on.

"My job as a healthcare professional in our relationship is a second and always has been. You don't need a babysitter but you need to be reminded you're human Gareth, you need time to recover just like anyone else; considering how much you have to put up with me during a week, it's only fair I care for you in return is it not?"

Considering traffic, the time of day, and Alfred probbaly trying to drive as careful as possible as to not give him even more discomfort...at least one hour. Probably two, though. A trip he really isn't looking forward to, but that is just the price he has to pay for wanting to go home. Nothing a few painkillers can't help with. Speaking of which.

His gaze meets Alfred's. I never hid anything from you then and it would be unfair if I did so now when you agreed to marry me. Is that some kind of attempt to get him to admit something? Does Alfred know and now he waits for Gareth to finally tell him? Gareth swallows, struggling with himself, but not saying anything about the little issue in his past, still.

He lets him do everything with him he wants, too weak and tired to even protest when he brushes through his hair. Let him pamper him, he doesn't care; as long as he doesn't have to face another smiling nurse. His gaze drops down, and he lifts one foot, slightly, to get into the slipper, then the next follows, all still as if in slow motion.

The way his head shoots up, however, is faster than a lightning bolt. He stares at Alfred. So he has read his file. He frowns. "You have my file?" His voice is still quiet, raspy. Tired. "What did you read? I thought it's...confidential. Locked."

#mr007pennyworth