[Clock - 01:12 | 01:12 AM]
[Calendar - 13/01/2003]
[Location - Batcave - Gotham City, New Jersey]
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POV Change
Bruce Wayne - Batman
It wasn't easy being Batman. Investigating the many crimes that somehow had ties to each other was not as easy as he made it seem, and just because he had years of experience alongside a sharp mind to aid him in his endless work, sometimes he wished such a burden was not his to bear. And then, reality slapped him in the face, and he was going back at it again, with each and every single villain that got free once more from the Arkham Asylum- it was an endless game of rat and mouse, chasing after them was his job and he accepted it a long time ago. Which was why he was investigating and cross positioning every avaliable information on the many villains that had escaped Arkham Asylum. One of the major villains he had already sent back to Arkham, and although that caused Dick some emotional turmoil a week ago, now they were working in tandem to find the other villains to bring them to justice once more.
"Master Bruce." The familiar voice of an old family friend called out for him. He had no need to turn around to see the one and only Alfred Pennyworth standing behind him. By the sound of his footsteps and the soft clicking on metal, he must be carrying another tray to serve him something to eat- he will admit, after that... disagreement with Dick after they sent Killer Croc back to Arkham Asylum, he has thrown himself into his work to try and clear his mind a bit. He was able to make a few connections as to where the others might be hiding after the escaped the Arkham Asylum, with a few being certain due to him implanting trackers in their bodies... although some managed to get rid of their trackers (that was how he found Killer Croc so quickly), especially The Joker, Poison Ivy, and- "It's been three days since your last meal, and I am once again asking you to please eat... Or I might have to start guilt tripping you to do so." The same nonchalant and slightly exasperated voice broke him out of his deep thoughts- Right. Alfred was here.
"I'm alright Alfred-"
"-Oh Master Bruce, it pains my old heart to see someone I raised like a son not seem to care for his own health-" Alfee start speaking with a heavy english accent, doing his best to sound as heartbroken as he possibly could, and that wasn't hard for the old butler as he has done such a thing for long that he doesn't even remember when his strategy of "guilt trip the fuck out of this boy" started. But oh boy, is it efficient! With his best deadpan voice, Alfred said: "-and it breaks my old heart to see you push yourself so hard and not care for your own health-"
"-okay, okay, I'll eat... Just, stop... whatever it is this time, please." Bruce planted his right hand right into face. He could only sigh as he had no need to turn to look at Alfred to know he had that same irritating smile those smug lips of his- He still doesn't know why this works so well on him, but he just does it to stop Alfred from going on a rant about poverty and the hungry children of the world (That, by the way, Wayne Enterprises has an entire charity program for that) and how some sick poor children with a terminal disease sleeping on the streets that hasn't eaten in seven days could eat what he so carelessly threw away or whatever else he could come up with in his most dead voice ever. "Also, Alfred, please inform Dick tomorrow that... I've thought over about it, and although I don't really like the idea of him getting close to Killer Croc, I will allow him to... converse with him." That was the original reason they had a minor disagreement that ended up with Dick being upset and, well, storming out of the room and leaving Bruce to his work. Bruce was only worried that Killer Croc was going to lie to the boy, just because he seemed to recognize Dick and was allegedly friend with his parents, it doesn't mean that Bruce was going to trust Killer Croc.
And worse yet, the boy wanted to talk to Killer Croc alone.
And Bruce didn't want that. And Dick asked why he didn't trust him, and then Bruce tried to explain it wasn't a matter of trust but a matter of safety, but the boy was starting his early years of puberty, so foolishness was up the part. As Alfred settled down a plate, Bruce stared at the quite rich looking sandwich settled on it like it was his worst enemy before sighing and was already taking a bite when-
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Sewer King - DC SI
FanfictionImagine waking up in a sewer. Now imagine you got no legs, no memories, and no bitches- Hey, there's a huge croc guy! To make sure he doesn't you, you promise him you'll make him a king! And he doesn't eat you. Now, you gotta make him a king. Well...
