Mutt (Gotham X Reader)

|Chapter Fourteen|

It's been a few days since I met Jonathan, and now I decide to head back to Wayne Manor to make things right with Alfred. 

Usually, today would be the day that Thomas took Bruce off into the woods while Martha and I would stay home and bake. The last time we did that was three years ago, when we made muffins for the boys' return. 

I missed that tradition terribly when I was taken. 

Paying the taxi driver, I slide out of the yellow car and knock on the door. Alfred answers with a tight expression.

"Hello," I greet with a shy smile. 

He nods, "Hi. I wasn't expecting you, miss."

"I thought I'd stop by for a bit. I can leave if you want."

He seems to debate with himself before opening the door wide, "Come in, won't you?"

I grin and enter, "I'm not staying long."

"I know. Master Bruce was just about to depart."

"He's keeping up the tradition?"

"Yes, yes he is."

He leads me to where Bruce has just finished packing a backpack. He sees me and drops the bag to the floor, hugging me tightly.

"Woah, okay, I need to breathe," I joke, hugging him quickly before pushing him off. "You're off to the great outdoors, hmm?"

He dips his head, "Yes."

"Well, don't let the bears get ya."

He chuckles, "I won't."

Alfred instructs Bruce and says, "Your father would be proud, Master Bruce."

Bruce nods before heading off on his adventure. I turn to Alfred, "Why don't we keep up the tradition too?"

"I'd like that," he answers.

I grin, heading into the kitchen, "Got a spare apron?"

"Of course."

He hands me the apron and I hang it around my neck before turning my back to him, "Give me a hand?"

"Certainly," he says, carefully grabbing the apron strings and tying them around my waist. His movements are slow and steady. Being so near him makes me heat up a bit, but I calm myself down. 

He finishes and starts to get the ingredients ready. "F/f muffins, right?"

"Yes. Alfred you know me so well," I tease, assisting him.

We make the muffins and set them on the counter to cool off. He notices a smudge of flour on my cheek, "Miss, you have something there." He points to his own cheek to try to tell me where the powder is.

I swipe at my cheek, "There?"

"No."

I wipe my cheek again, "Now?"

"No," he chuckles before carefully rubbing his thumb over my cheek to remove the smudge. "There, got it."

I look into his kind eyes, hardly daring to breathe. We're so close that if I even moved an inch we would be touching.

He realizes his close proximity and steps back, clearing his throat.

"I-I should go now," I say, backing towards the exit.

"You don't have to go," he starts to say.

I shake my head, "I have to go anyways. I didn't realize the time."