Serving the Wayne family since 1943.

potatocat:

Alfred teaches Cassandra to read. On the ground. Yeah.

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saltpixie:

Ok so what if in some crazy alternate universe Bruce wanted to fight crime when he was like 10 or something and Alfred let him for some reason and Alfred was the original Batman and Bruce was the original Robin. Oh and Alfred would take his shotgun with him because even though he is already ultra-hardcore he is probably not as fast as he could be and maybe Bruce would get in trouble and Alfred would need to blow a hole in the heads of some bad guys to protect his sort-of son. Ok yeah it’s kind of stupid but I wanted to draw it SO THERE.

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Omg Im dying this is just…omfg! XD ALFRED! BRUCE!

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I NORMALLY DONT LIKE PEOPLE FUCKING WITH MY BATMANS, BUT THIS IS AMAZING.

 I totally approve of this!

Nnnnnnnn so cute ;A;

NOW WHY COULDN’T DC REBOOT BE LIKE THIS

Dick: Well, I fought him last, so maybe I should be the one to tackle him.

Alfred: Master Tim is still busy with the Gotham gang wars…and there is no one else. At least, not anyone we can depend on.

Dick: Right as usual. Okay, I’m in. If I leave New York now, I can be in Gotham by daybreak.

Alfred: I shall have your favorite breakfast waiting.

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Alfred: You sure I can’t entice you to come home, Sir? After all, Dr. Elliot only saved your life.

Bruce: I would if I could, Alfred.

Alfred: I believe that’s “I could if I would,” in your case, Sir.

Bruce: Just make the usual excuse, please.

Alfred: Consider it done, Sir. Good even— Tommy…?

Tommy: Hello, Alf.

Alfred: I…I apologize, Sir, for the informality. You are “Doctor Thomas Elliot” these days, aren’t you?

[The Gotham City Opera House.]

[I should be on patrol.]

Alfred: Indeed, Master Bruce, cavorting around in your pajamas is far more important than supporting a worthy cause.

Bruce: Did I say something, Alfred?

Alfred: No, but you were thinking it.

Sir. If I may say so…

…this is NOT how a Wayne faces adversity!

Sir, I am your butler.

I am your aide.

I am your medic.

I am not, however, your slave.

Unhand me.

[Meanwhile.]

[Alfred Pennyworth.]

Here now, dear. Here now. Be still. Don’t fuss.

[Combat physician, Royal Air Force, retired. Special Operative, Her Majesty’s Secret Service, retired.]

[Personal aide to billionaire Bruce Wayne. Not retired.]

[Just getting started.]