The Family of Bats (DRABBLES)

Ice Cream Stories Part 1

WARNING: Sad, Character Death (mentioned)

The tradition of ice cream on the couch started at Wayne Manor years ago.

And ironically, Richard did not start it.

In fact, it was around before Richard was.

Martha Wayne was sitting on the couch with a tub of Strawberry ice cream, watching some soap opera while she tried not to cry.

"Martha?" a deep voice called out.

Suddenly, Thomas' head popped in through the door.

"Martha, what's wrong?" Thomas Wayne asked, holding his wife around her waist, pulling her to his chest.

"Oh, Thomas! Just the worse!" Martha cried.

"What happened, honey bun?" Thomas was really concerned.

"Margret died in a car crash!" Martha sobbed.

Margret was an old time friend of Martha's, they met in Elementary school and had been friends ever since.

"Martha, honey. I'm so sorry." Thomas held her close, kissing the top of her head.

Martha sobbed, grabbing some more ice cream, cuddling close to Thomas.

Thomas grabbed the box of tissues and handed it to Martha.

"I got you." Thomas said lovingly.

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Alfred whipped tears from his eyes.

Today was the death anniversary of one of his buddies that died in the army.

"Hey there, buddy." He heard Thomas' voice.

Alfred was dusting the library, trying not to cry.

Warm, strong arms wrapped around him.

"Come on. Put down the duster. You can do it later." Thomas said.

Alfred did as he was told.

Thomas led him out of the library and they went to the couch, where Martha was watching one of her TV shows.

Thomas put Alfred on the couch, where Martha immediately took over comforting Alfred.

Thomas meanwhile grabbed some spoons and Caramel Pecan ice cream and tissues from the kitchen.

When he came back, he took a seat on Alfred's opposite side, so he had someone on either side of him.

Thomas opened the ice cream and put it and a spoon in Alfred's hands.

"We got you." Thomas said, kissing the top of Alfred's head.

Alfred was family.

And the Waynes were always there for their family.

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The day was awful in Alfred's honest opinion.

The worst in fact.

He got a call from the Gotham Police Department.

Thomas and Martha were murdered.

And Bruce had to watch it all happen.

Alfred opened the door of the Manor, Bruce holding his hand.

"Come on, sit on the couch." Alfred told Bruce.

Alfred retrieved tissues, Rocky Road ice cream, and two spoons.

When he got back to the living room, he scooped Bruce into his arms and grabbed the remote.