"Know your limits master Wayne"
"Batman, has no limits"
"Well you do sir"
"Cant afford to know them"
"What's going to happen on the day you find out?"
He did not want to be right, he did not want this. He was old, and he was a young man. Alfred had never realized that Bruce still harbored scars from his past, never realized how much damage he really was dealt with, did not realized till now. He had saw the beaten and tortured body, his eyes had flickered over the numerous points of damage. Yes he had grimaced and told the young master to be careful but he never stopped him, never looked or walked away. Today, not only he was paying the price of his mistakes.
Alfred had seen the scars, the bruises, he had tended to the cuts and the burns. Batman, Bruce Wayne's legacy, his masterpiece, the cause of this. Alfred felt anger towards the dark persona of Bruce's past, Batman had taken everything away from Bruce till the line between them became nothing.
Alfred felt anger to himself he could of stopped this, he saw the danger saw the strain but had held back his protests allowing Bruce to do what he needed. Bruce had been scarred and that was all was left of him in the end, scars and an unnamed rage. After Rachel had died, Bruce had nothing but Alfred to tie him down to living, he had made reckless mistakes and pushed his luck after that…till his luck ran out.
Alfred bowed his head, his hands clasped in front of him as he allowed the rain to fall on his pressed black suit. His worn face wet but not form the rain, the black coffin harboring his surrogate son passed by. He sobbed.
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T-T Sad. I have a love for the relationship between Bruce/Batman and Alfred. I just love the whole Father-son thing between them its so awesome and is a great plot for many things. Reviews most welcome. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.