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camenxi · 4 days

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AU/FIC idea where instead of Bruce becoming Batman, it was Alfred instead and young Bruce becoming inspired of his father he tries to be like him too (aka the robin to Bat!Alfred)

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the story is the same but with Alfred, Martha & Thomas. Bruce is still a baby in this timeline, Alfred was decided to stroll Bruce’s stroller because Martha was tired. same story they both got shot, Alfred immediately went to hide Bruce away taking him away holding him to his chest taking him away from the stroller, he watched as the guy shot both Martha & Thomas, he covered Bruce’s mouth so they won’t be heard. Alfred was close, best friends even, to Thomas & Martha and the grief hit him hard as well he became Bruce’s guardian now taking care of him ever since he was a baby. not sure how to write this part yet but Alfred eventually becomes Batman, aka the 19’s Batman. (people in gotham of course, still calls him Batman what else?)

when Bruce became 6 or 7 years old, he eventually found out Alfred is Batman, his dad is THE batman! Bruce looked up to Batman because he always saw him in tv’s, new’s, etc and wanted to be like him because he was a cool superhero who did justice to people. Alfred would come back home to the manor after a rough night fighting some punks who think they’re tough, Alfred enters Bruce’s room to see him trying to make himself a batman costume, and dear god, it warmed Alfred’s heart so much. eventually, Alfred would let Bruce come along with him in a disguise of course he can’t risk him getting hurt, so he only lets Bruce tag along with him in special occasions bringing his son, happy to see him so excited.

and when Bruce got older, around 10-13 yo Alfred would start training him, eventually becoming the ‘Robin’ in this universe. i don’t got much planned down for this, i just thought it’d would be a silly concept because i yearn for more AU/Fic centered around Alfred & Bruce being the absolute Father&Son relationship ever <3

(the rogues that not this au Bruce/Batman would usually fight, like Joker, are of course kids/teens as well in this au same as Bruce. im thinking maybe the rogues in this au would be like some old villains from old comics that were barely brought up anymore these present times or parents of the rogues themselves?)

#dc #dc batman #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #good parent alfred pennyworth #batman #bruce wayne #alfredpennyworth #brucewayne #the batman #batman au #dc au #fanfic #concept idea #prompt idea

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sophiesticatedyk · 1 year

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Bruce Wayne Headcanons

For all the lonely single Bruce Wayne simps out there (aka me)😊

That man is FOR SURE a cuddler. You'd have to force him to call it a day and rest but when he's finally asleep ? You'd need assistance just to get out of his arms because of how tight his grip is on you.

I feel like his love language is acts of service, since he's rich and all. Even though you tell him he doesn't need to, he will spoil tf out of you. Life-sized teddy bears at your doorstep, new jewelry and dresses laying on your bed, you name it.

Definitely teases you for being shorter than him. He's self-aware he's tall, and he'd take advantage of it by resting his arm on your head or carry you at any given chance.

Only you have seen him break down. He remains very stoic but when he needs to just let everything out, who does he go to? You. He'll just knock on your door and slump into your arms when he gets too overwhelmed.

Sometimes stares at you for no reason at all, just admiring your beauty. When you ask him why he's staring, he'll say some cheesy ass line like "Oh nothing, just staring at this beautiful view" while winking.

He picks up a habit of doing simple chores to help Alfred because you scolded him for leaving his dishes at the table.

Small Clip :

-Bruce ! Why are you mopping the walls ?

-Um... Is that not what you do ?

-Wha... No ! Give me that. You're insane.

-Damn so aggressive, wanna take that anger out somewhere else ? Maybe, the room ?

*He goes closer with a smirk while pulling your waist closer.*

*You flick his nose.*

-Ow ! Jesus Christ.

-You don't deserve it, you don't even know how to mop. Now leave me to clean like a NORMAL person.

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incorrectwaynes · 2 years

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batboy stuff

computer: enter new password

jason todd: [types damian]

computer: password is too short

jason: *sigh* i know

*damian flies into the room* i sAw yOu tOdD-

#batboys #billy batson #batkids #batgirl #brucewayne #damianwayne #jasontodd #timdrake #dickgrayson #nightwing #wallywest #batfamily #alfredpennyworth #selinakyle #gotham #jim gordon

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ophelias-crazy-world · 2 years

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if bwfa ever discontinues it will be over my dead body.

reblog if u feel the same.

#batman #bwfa #wfa #never #bestbatfampresentation #batfamily #batfam #dickgrayson #jasontodd #timdrake #damianwayne #casscain #barbaragordon #stephaniebrown #alfredpennyworth #honestlyamobsessed #bwfastan

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craigpaton · 2 months

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Alfred Shags The DCU.

My weird new Alfred Pennyworth porno comic launches next Friday, on the 1st of March.

A strictly adults only 17 page digital comic, featuring the first two chapters of Alfred's ongoing erotic misadventures, available exclusively from my online store.

#alfredpennyworth #wonder woman #dccomics #parody #indycomics #eroticart

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nivalvixen · 1 year

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Batman: Wayne family adventures by CRC Payne and StarBite for #webcomicwedneaday and #webtoonwednesday Official summary: Batman needs a break. But with new vigilante Duke Thomas moving into Wayne Manor and an endless supply of adopted, fostered, and biological superhero children to manage, Bruce Wayne is going to have his hands full. Being a father can't be harder than being Batman, right? ... right 😅 Bruce is lucky to have Alfred, as are we all. This comic is surprisingly true to the slice of life category, and that's one of the best things about it. I expected darkness and putting the goth in Gotham, just like every Batman movie/comic ever to exist recently, but this is about Bruce Wayne being/learning to be a father, about all of his kids and their relationships with others as well as each other, and includes the excellent and sassy Alfred Pennyworth. The artwork is amazing and the storylines for each of the characters are interesting. The family shenanigans put the fun into dysfunctional, but they're all supportive both in and outside of their crime-fighting lifestyles. Even if you don't like Batman, I think you'd like this 🖤 #webcomic #batman #batmanwaynefamilyadventures #webtoon #alfredpennyworth #brucewayne https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn0EWsXSJJY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#webcomicwedneaday #webtoonwednesday #webcomic #batman #batmanwaynefamilyadventures #webtoon #alfredpennyworth #brucewayne

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sneakingbatman · 2 years

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The Cat & The Bat 🔥 #Batman #thebatman #catwoman #Gotham #gothamcity #thedarkknight #BatmanDetektiv #nightwing #robin #redhood #batgirl #alfredpennyworth #joker #thejoker #batmanedit #batmanart #batmancomics #batmanfan #batmanmovie #dccomics #dcgirl #dcgirls #harleyquinn https://www.instagram.com/p/Cja13MPt4kg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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goku20193 · 2 years

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#BarbaraGordon #HarveyBullock #CommissionerGordon #Catwoman #Robin #Batman #SelinaKyle #Batman89 #AlfredPennyworth #Catwoman89 #TwoFace #DCComics #BruceWayne #DCUniverseInfinite #Robin89 #HarveyDent https://www.instagram.com/p/CiPQ_IhOriUoKpZij98UzJ_nZi1KJOQ8QRy10I0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#barbaragordon #harveybullock #commissionergordon #catwoman #robin #batman #selinakyle #batman89 #alfredpennyworth #catwoman89 #twoface #dccomics #brucewayne #dcuniverseinfinite #robin89 #harveydent

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mastersunkeyth · 2 years

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Meow . . . . #catwoman #cat #meme #trending #selinakyle #Gotham #damianwaynerobin #damianwayne #damianwaynefanart #damianwaynealghul #memeart #art #artist #alghul #alfredpennyworth #starfirexnightwing #robin #sketchbook #sketch #art #artist #batfam #batfamily #te #trend #sketching #fanart #fanartist #catsfanart #followforfollowback #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp https://www.instagram.com/p/ChYu-YUMUus/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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yuliasever · 6 months

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Day23: 'DRAMATICAL' #batober2023

Кстати, это самая первая работа, которую я нарисовала для этого челленджа(⁠^⁠^⁠)

#sketch #robin #damian wayne #inktober #dc comics #art challenge #batober #october art challenge #inktober2023 #batober2023 #alfredpennyworth #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batfam

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jomaporpalcineclasico · 1 year

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Tarde de carnaval en familia y nos llevamos un segundo premio!! Catwoman y el peque Joker a lomos de Batman han estado geniales....yo no tanto, me he pasado todo el rato buscando al amo Bruce para decirle que ya tenía el battraje limpio....me pregunto si este hombre ha salido a combatir el crimen en Gotham en pelota picada...... #alfred #batman #joker #catwoman #carnaval #disfraz #costume #alfredpennyworth #gotham #dcuniverse #dccomics #carnival #fun #gothamcity #winner #thedarkknight #michaelkeaton #jacknicholson #batmantheanimatedseries #batmantas #brucewayne #selinakyle #waynemanor #arkham #laugh #joke #cat #madness #night #haha https://www.instagram.com/p/CpYx1TeoINx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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reddfoxxxxxxx · 1 year

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Best Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth of all time! @seanpertwee We have been watching @gothamonfox lately and out of all the Alfred I've seen and read he is the absolute best, IMO. #alfredpennyworth #seanpertwee #gotham https://www.instagram.com/p/CpT6AIQslPg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#alfredpennyworth #seanpertwee #gotham

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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Alfred Pennyworth: Alone

Imagine your dad(Bruce Wayne) is an absolute ass, and Alfred ends up becoming your emotional support after you go through a terrible event:

- Lil warning: sexual battery, battery, kidnapping, hints alluding to rape, Bruce is an asshole, depression, thoughts of self harm -

Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne carries a lot of weight, you are expected to be great at everything, get amazing grades, have good friends, be a good person, etc, but the truth is that you can't always be that person.

Sure, I get good grades most of the time, but they never seem to be enough for dad. My friends are great and supportive, they know all about my feelings, and they never use me because of my last name, but that doesn't mean my father approves of them. And last but not least, I am who I am, I can't be the socialite and extrovert my father wants me to be, I can't dress the way he wants me to, and I can't act the way he wants me to.

This isn't done out of rebellion, I really want to be the daughter my dad wants, I want him to be proud of me, but I just feel like a hollow shell whenever I try.

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Today I went to hangout with some people, I decided to try and be friends with people my father has openly approved of, but everything just feels so shallow.

They all dressed fancy, most of them wearing expensive brands. I even dressed like them in an attempt to fit in, but I felt like such a fake. Remembering my fathers look of approval when he saw me and when I told him about my plans makes me push away my discomfort, just wanting to get through the day.

We had gone out to eat after school, and now were just messing around in a park. It was getting late, and I really wanted to head home, but I don't even know where I am anymore.

I'm in a group of about 5 people, 3 of them being guys and the other 2 are girls. The guys and girls are dating, so just me and this other guy are basically third wheeling. The couples want to go to the movies, but I know they are just going to be making out, so I decline, stating I'll just wait in the park for their movie to end; the other guy also declines, stating he'll also wait.

The guy - I think his name is Chase - and I went and sat on a bench near the outskirts of the park. It was really getting dark now, and I desperately wanted to go home and curl up in my bed and forget about this day, but Chase simply will not stop talking. He's actually not that annoying, and he's not half bad to look at with his brown hair swept to the side, his green eyes looking at me intently.

I stand up and Chase stops talking, his expression almost looking irritated that I interrupted.

"I think I'll be heading home now." For a moment I glimpsed anger flashing through his eyes, but it was gone just as immediately, instead being replaced by an extravagant smile.

"Sure, I'll walk you to your bus stop." I almost feel like blushing, but he probably only offered because I'm a young girl alone in Gotham at night. I smile instead, and say 'thank you' before beginning my walk to the bus stop. It's not too far, only about a half mile walk, but as we pass an alley, Chase motions for me to follow him though it, stating it was a shortcut.

I don't feel comfortable, I don't like alleys in the first place, adding in the fact that it's night makes it even worse. I go to tell Chase no, but looking into the alley I realize I can't see him anymore. Fear surges within me, is he okay? Where did he go? I hesitantly step into the alley when I hear him urgently shouting my name.

I run to his voice, hoping to see that he's okay, but as I turn into a corner within the alley I'm quickly shoved into the rough brick wall. My head is aching in pain, as well as my back. I try to shove the person away, but they secure my hands with theirs, their chest grazing against mine. I don't know what's happening, I can't tell who this is because it's so dark.

I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as one of their hands gropingly wanders over my body.

"Oh, don't tell me you're crying." That mocking voice stabs me, betrayal radiating through my bones. That voice belongs to Chase, I feel like fighting and dying at the same time.

My free hand acts without thought, a loud smack ringing through the tense silence. He seems stunned, but he soon reacts in violence as well, punching my lower abdomen, my body hunching over. He gives me no time to suffer, as he pulls my body back up, holding my face up with one hand and delivering a forceful punch with the other.

I can't remember much after that other than falling to the ground, the last thing I saw was him walking towards me with a sickening grin.

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Pain radiates through my body, everything ached, but my pelvis and hips felt like they were burning. My shoulder stings, and my face felt like I had been beat; my eyes aren't even open, yet I already want to go back to sleep.

It's only when the memories of last night resurface that I jump awake, my body feels like its being torn in half, but I ignore it, instead hastily surveying my surroundings. It's still dark, though how late, I do not know.

It takes me a few more moments to realize that my clothes are strewn across the floor, it's at this moment when the sickening feeling strongly radiating through both my body and mind finally makes sense. The intense need to vomit sweeping over me.

My eyes flood with tears as I hastily put my clothes on, it hurts to move but I really need to get home. I walk to the bus stop, paranoia running rampant within me, I find myself flinching at anything and everything.

I look at the clock in the bus and realize it's 11pm, I was supposed to be home by 8pm at the latest. I look at myself through my phone camera, attempting to fix my hair and clothes so that my father doesn't realize what happened to me; knowing him he would probably just be angry with me.

I shakily exit the bus, just walking hurts so much, but I put on a neutral expression, entering my home slowly. The lights are off, maybe he went to sleep early for once?

Those thoughts of hope are sharply stripped away when the cold light filters through the room.

"Where have you been, young lady?" I lower my head subconsciously, knowing I'm in trouble. I keep myself facing the door, I don't need him seeing my tear-streaked face, he'll probably just shout at me.

"I was just hanging out with my friends." I try to make it sound like I did nothing wrong, but I know it's just making him angrier.

"You were supposed to be home by 8pm, mind telling me what you were doing till 11 at night." His tone is becoming sharper and more demanding, this tone always leads to him yelling at me. That's honestly the last thing I need him to do, but what am I going to say, 'Hey dad, will you please not yell at me?' Yah, he'll probably scream if I say that.

I maintain my silence, hoping he'll just send me to my room.

"I asked you a question." I stay silent, praying that he'll just drop the conversation.

"LOOK AT ME!" His tone is deep with anger, his shout reverberating through the halls. He slammed his hand against the door, right near my head. I jump in surprise, but refuse to look at him out of both fear and self-preservation.

I can feel his glare deepen as he backs away from me, his sigh of frustration letting me know his shouting is done.

"Go to your room, you're grounded for two months." I don't argue, I don't fight, I simply nod my head and shuffle away, trying to hide my limp as I head to my room.

It's only after sitting on my bed for a few minutes that I finally let silent tears fall. Everything I do is wrong, and the one thing I do that makes him happy ended up being the worst decision of my life.

Maybe I should just stop trying.

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It's around 4 in the morning, I've been trying to go to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I think of when he... when he... oh never mind. The memories are fresh and refusing to yield, so I've taken to pacing around my room, just walking back and forth and back and forth, sometimes accidentally running into my bookshelves.

Normally on a night like this I would be tucked away reading my favorite book, but everything I do right now just feels so out of place.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that Alfred had knocked on my door and opened it when I didn't respond. I only noticed when his hand lightly touched my shoulder, which caused a massive reaction.

I almost screamed, but it came out more as a fearful whimper; my entire body jumping away, my feet taking a few steps back to gain distance. My eyes are wide and distraught, scared of who would be in my room, but I calm slightly when I realize it's only Alfred.

He looks surprised, well, that's putting it lightly. He looked more shocked at my reaction, almost looking suspiciously at me.

"Please forgive my intrusion Y/N, I simply wanted to check on you. You've been pacing for a while." His voice furthers my ease, but I also feel guilt tightening my chest. I forgot Alfred's room is below mine, I must've been walking loudly, and I guarantee that me running into a bookcase isn't quiet.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to awaken you." Alfred's always been like an uncle to me, he's helped raise me, and he's always supported me in being myself.

"Do you mind telling me about that bruise?" His question startles me, I wasn't expecting that question, mainly because I wasn't aware I had a bruise. My eyes widen, and I quickly rush away into my bathroom, turning on the lights and gazing in horror at the purple splotch that was darkly forming over my left cheekbone.

I can't handle it anymore, I lean back against the wall, covering my eyes with my hands as I cry. I slowly slide down to the floor, bending my legs up and hiding my face against them as I sob.

Alfred walks over to my clearly distraught form, kneeling down and observing me for a few seconds. It didn't take him long to put it together, the bruised face, the red marks on my wrists, my tangled hair, the fact that I had thrown away my clothes from this night and replaced them with clothes that drowned my figure.

He sighs in silent anger, not at me, but at the disgusting person that did this to me.

He slowly pulls me into his side, and I welcome his fatherly response, crying against him as he whispers to me everything will be alright.

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I don't know how long we stayed like that until I fell asleep, awakening the next morning in bed to see a note from Alfred saying to come to the kitchen for some pain killers and an ice pack, and that we would be having a chat over breakfast.

I'm scared, scared that I'll have to relive the memories of last night, but I'm also thankful. Thankful that someone like Alfred cares about me like how my real father should.