Homemade Dynamite [The Lego Batman fanfiction]

Chapter Fix

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. Bruce wakes up in his bedroom, in his underwear and robe wide open - his body stretched out. His figure sore from the battle the previous night, he sits up and rubs the back of his head, confused as to why his mask lays on the floor by the doors. He shakes his head, moving off of the bed before tying his belt. He makes his way out of the room and towards Richard's, closing the door after himself. Bruce seats himself at the foot of Dick's bed, He looks so peaceful, Bruce glances at the digital clock on his nightstand, biting his lip at the time. Seven in the morning, alright then. Might as well eat breakfast.

Bruce leaves the room silently. He walks down the stairs and moves into the main kitchen, Alfred sitting in the dimly lit room with a newspaper in his hands. "Good morning, Master Bruce." He smiles softly and flips the page of the newspaper, watching the younger man search for a snack in the refrigerator. "I see you came home late, how was the meeting with Joker?"

"It was great," Bruce smiles and starts gathering items around the kitchen. "I took Barbara's and your advice from yesterday, we fought and I opened up to him." He smiles, Alfred's expression turning with concern. He was talking about the Joker? He asks himself, he had given Bruce advice on the crush he has, he had been waiting for Batman to give in and ask for it. Though, he hadn't expected this crush to be his worst nemesis.

"And... what else happened?" Alfred lowers his newspaper and intertwines his fingers on the countertop. Bruce sighs softly, his grin large and welcoming.

"Well, we fought a bit, I totally beat him. Escaped the building as it was breaking apart, and we spoke about things." He packs the stuff away once he finished making a bowl of cheerios with strawberries and blueberries on top, maple syrup as well. "I told him it wouldn't be the same as it was, but I said I'd like to have what we had. I'm not a scared kid anymore, you know? I feel confident around him, happy. I know it's a big claim to talk about your foe like that, but I'm just grateful I know how I feel. I'm usually left in the dark with this stuff." Bruce takes a seat next to Alfred and starts eating from his cereal calmly - his new found inner peace, serenity, this made Alfred happy, seeing him calm instead of vengeful.

"I'm glad you have direction, Bruce, what had happened after?" The Butler hums, Bruce beginning to explain the entire evening - from when he got chained on the stairway to when he dropped the Joker and Harley off at their abandoned warehouse. He listens carefully, usually Bruce would give simple, short sentences of what had happened, but here Alfred finds himself hooked in with the story as he gives as much detail as he could possibly remember - starting with the stinging at his wrists from the chains, and ending with the drizzle he covered himself and Joker from with his cape, as they bid their goodbyes.

"I missed that," Batman says slowly, resting his head in his hand, "Walking him home and making sure he was alright. I can't believe I just pushed him away like he didn't matter to me."

Alfred sighs, placing a hand on Bruce's shoulder, "It's alright, Bruce, people fear relationships constantly, commitment. But, if I may ask, was all the years of fighting just to get you back?" He asks, Batman shaking his head.

"No, I already asked him. He said that was part of it, but he just wanted to hang out with me." Bruce shrugs and places his empty bowl by the basin, "I mean, I understand that. I was a mess and just kept pushing people out of my life. I'm sorry, Alfred." He glances over his shoulder and at Alfred, a sincere expression on his face - before he spots a small figure at the doorway. Turning around, he looks at Richard, causing Alfred to face him as well. "How long have you been there, kiddo?" He asks in a gentle tone, walking towards him.