Gotham Imagines and One Shots

News - Part 2 - Alfred x Reader

Alfred's brows furrowed, as (Y/n) walked into the kitchen. It was obvious that something was wrong. She seemed nervous, hesitant, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Alfred wondering whether something had happened at the precinct; whether something had happened to either Bullock or Gordon. He had never seen her like this before, (Y/n) usually seemed so confident, not a cocky kind of confidence; more the kind that told you that a person knew who and what they were, what they were good at.

Despite her time in the GCPD, and her time working with Bullock and Gordon, she hadn't become completely jaded yet. She still liked to think that there was hope for the city and its residence. She still liked to look for the good in people; and although Alfred knew that that could be a dangerous thing in Gotham, he also knew that she wasn't the kind to be taken in by any old sob story that someone might try and tell her. That she was smart enough to know the difference between those that needed her help, and those that were the problem.

When Thomas and Martha had been killed, she had shown him how strong she was. She had been there to support him; to talk sense into him when he had felt like giving up. (Y/n) making him remember who he really was; making him see that he couldn't give up because others, because she and Bruce needed him. The female detective proving just what a good heart she really had. And it was all this and so much more that had led the butler to be able to truly let down his guard with her, to actually be himself. So, to see her like this, to see her look so unsure, made him worry.

"What is it............." Alfred asked, as he pulled out a chair so that she could sit at the kitchen table. (Y/n) just continuing to stand there, as she pushed her hands into her pockets.

"I..........I need to ask you something.............."

"Any....................."

"What are we........? I mean...........is there something between us; something more than just sex? I know it might seem like the wrong time to ask.........but believe me, it isn't. There in fact, has never been a better time............" (Y/n) interrupted, as she fiddled with the stick in her pocket. Not sure if she could actually look at the man in front of her.

As she had left home, she had told herself that Alfred needed to know. But then, on the drive she had come to think differently. He had enough on his plate as it was, with Bruce. And if he didn't really care about her, if she had read too much into this situation, what was between them, then she didn't want to force him into anything. She didn't want him to be with her, just because of this. She was strong enough to face this by herself if she had to. Though she had to admit that she would rather he was with her on this journey; but all that would depend on his answer to her question.

"Alfred........do you love me...............?" The detective continued. The room going quiet as the two just looked at one another for a moment. The butler's silence telling her all that she needed to know.

"I have to go............" (Y/n) finally added, as she found the car keys, and took them out of her pocket. Not noticing that something had fallen to the floor.

"(Y/n), I................."

"No, no, Alfred. Its alright. I understand. I have to leave, got somewhere I need to be.............." The detective interjected, before turning and making her way back to the door

"(Y/n) please. I...................."

"Its ok, Alfred. I shouldn't have said anything. Have a good night............" She told him, giving Alfred a sad smile, before leaving the kitchen.

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(Y/n) quickly made her way back to the car. She wasn't going to cry; now was not the time to cry. She had to be strong, she had too much to do, too much to fix before this thing became obvious. The female detective aware that as soon as the commissioner knew, she would be tied to her desk for the duration, being driven insane by paperwork. And Harvey.......Harvey would be more of an old mother hen than normal. Jim just giving her apologetic looks, as the Irishman would tell her off for even picking up a stapler.

The car burst into life, as she turned the key in the ignition. The wheels spinning for a second, before gripping as she put her foot on the accelerator. She had to get away; she had to get far away; but going home at this moment, was not an option. Going to the precinct was not on the card either; so, there was only one place she could think of. One place where she could still feel alone while being in the company of others. (Y/n) not sure if she hoped Jim and Harvey would be there, or not. Not sure if she should say anything about this, even if they were. The car quickly making its way from Wayne Manor, and out into the night.

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Alfred watched the door close behind (Y/n). He wasn't sure what to say, never mind think. He knew that he should have said something; he wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out. Its not that he didn't want to tell her that he loved her, because he did; here and now, he realised just how much he really did. But when it came to his emotions, he had never been the best at expressing things in words; and it seemed that that had come back to bite him. Though why (Y/n) needed to ask that question now, he wasn't sure. Alfred just hoping that she would come back. That she would sit down and tell him what was going on.

Slowly he pushed the chair back under the table. His eyes noticing something that was on the floor. Something that hadn't been there before (Y/n) had arrived. The butler reaching down to pick up the white, plastic stick; his eyes growing wide as he saw what it was; even wider when he saw the marks on it. Alfred rushing to the door and throwing it open before racing outside. The butler calling out her name, as the car sped down the driveway. Cursing at himself, as (Y/n) disappeared into the night.