Hey, guys! This story was written by The_Ridder95 and FanWriter83, and it'll change between diary entry format and rule format. If you want, go and check out Things We're Not Allowed to do While We're at Wayne Manor by FanWriter83 and the Secret Diaries of Alfred Pennyworth by The_Riddler95. We both had a lot of fun testing out each other's styles and trying something new! This first chapter was written by FanWriter83, and is from Alfred's point of view.

Dear Diary,

It's awfully quiet in the mansion and usually it means the unruly brats are plotting a new way to make my life miserable. Maybe I should make a 'casual' stroll through the manor and see what they're doing.

While walking through the hallway I see a blur of brown curls and black leather leave the study indicating Miss Kyle had done mischief in there with Master Bruce. I wait for the blur to head back upstairs then enter the study and find Master Bruce behind his desk (as always), only this time he's making a phone call. It's the first time I see him do that.

It's time to get my eaves drop cloth which is basically a rag I keep hidden under my apron for times I pretend to be cleaning something but actually are listening to the teens conversations. I feel a little bad to do it in front of Master Bruce, because it will be the first time, but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

I stroll nonchalantly toward the coffee table in the centre of the room and start cleaning it while listening to young Master Bruce's phone call.
"Yeah, I have been pretty busy lately," Master Bruce said to whoever he was calling with. "But I wanted to congratulate you and your dad for winning the president election."

Then it hits me. Master Bruce is calling with his old friend Connor who's dad was running for president. Master Bruce asked me to vote for, no wait… Miss Kyle demanded everyone, on Master B's behave, to vote for Matt Becker.

"If I would like to come visiting you with my friends?" Master Bruce suddenly asked as if the idea hadn't played on his mind and it was completely Connor's idea. I dropped the rag to the table and made all shorts of motions to catch the young boy's attention, but my attempts are futile, because I see my beloved boy grin momentarily before turning his back on me and grinning into the phone; "I would very much like it."

I run with a quick sprint across the room and grab the phone from Master B's hand and holler into it quickly; "Mister Connor, this is Alfred Pennyworth. Can I speak to your father for a moment?"

"Oh, hey Mr. P," the boy said on the other end of the line, ecstatically. "I'm sorry, but my dad is in a very important meeting. I mean, he is the president, but I can give you his assistant's number to make an appointment."

I slap my forehead tiredly then grunt; "No need for that, I can easily say it to you. I'm afraid Master Bruce has way too many friends to take with him when he's visiting you."

"No worries, Mr. P, I live in the White House, so there is plenty enough room." I open my mouth to reply to that, but Young Mister Becker was quicker and adds; "I'll see you all then, bye!"

I scowl angry into the phone then hanging up and turning one-eighty fast enough to see Master Bruce dash out the study door and bellowing to everyone to pack their bags, because they have a plane to catch that will bring them to Washington DC.

A few hours later I find myself in a plane to Washington DC, because I was too lazy to fly the Wayne private jet, along with ten teens, ten cats, one baby boy and three adults. I seriously have no idea where I have gotten myself into, but I also know it won't take long before I do know it.
It starts right after we are high in the air and the seat belts are allowed to come off when Miss Kyle decided it was time to switch place and sit between Master Bruce and Mister Ornelas while I strictly told her to sit between Mister Kerr and Mister Crane.

Anyway, Mister Bullock is stationed between the two boys, but then a lovely looking lady in the front winked at him and he was smitten instantly. It didn't take long before he bowls over and Miss Kyle takes his seat.

"Hey, my Kitty Toys!" Miss Kyle cried with glee. Master Bruce who was reading The Hobbit simply sends an absent nod, but Mister Ornelas who was flipping through a gym magazine threw it through the plane before greeting her back. "Can you do something for me, Kitty Toy Sean?"
"Depends!"

"I have an itch on my back, can you help me with that?"

Before Mister Ornelas could reply to that, Miss Kyle stations herself backwards onto his lap to give him a full access to her upper back.
"It's right there," Miss Kyle said pointing right between her shoulder blades. Instead of scratching her back, Mister Ornelas starts to kiss her neck then nibbling the flesh- Wait, I have to stop them right there.

I jump to my feet then rushing toward them and while the both of them look indifferent at me, I try to teach them it's best for everyone else they keep their intimacy in their bedroom.

"Yeah, whatever, old man!" Miss Kyle said before leaping off Mister Ornelas's lap then looking around the plane; "Have you seen Richard? It's time for his bottle."

Before I could open my mouth and tell her he's with Mr. Gordon, Miss Kyle pushed herself between me and the seat then screaming as she searches the plane; "HAS ANYONE SEEN OUR BABY?!

All the other passengers stare agape at me probably wondering what kind of parent I am for allowing a teen to be a mom. Then Mister Ornelas beams at them proudly; "I'm the dad! Am I lucky or what?!"

A few men give Mister Ornelas an impressed thumb-up then getting smacked to the heads by their wives when their daughters look at their dad's as if they think he will stand fully behind them when they show up pregnant.

I smack Mister Ornelas to the head then scowl to everyone to hear; "Neither of them are the parents, I've adopted the kid"

"He adopted all of us, how freaking sweet is that?" Miss Pepper grinned.

I scowl back; "I didn't adopt all of you! Some of you even have a home to go at, but neither of you ever decide to visit it!"

"That's because of the warm reception we get from you, Mr. P," Miss Chadwick smirked. I wonder if that was the truth or that she was simply being sarcastic with me.

It didn't take long before Miss Kyle found Richard then searching for the bag with baby supplies which she found in Mister Kerr's hands who was sniffing at one of the baby-bottles. Miss Kyle punched his nose and takes it back. I slapped my forehead when Richard gurgled excitedly and Miss Kyle punched Mister Kerr again with the same results.

"Yeah, you like it when 'Mommy' punches uncle Jack, huh?" Then she turns one-eighty and shouts to Mister Ornelas; "Kitty Toy Sean, watch!"
Mister Ornelas looks over the seat in front of him at the crazy girl who gives Mister Kerr a third punch to the face. Richard giggled his face off.
A little while later the plane finally touches ground and the kids bowl outside the plane into the airport then all rushing to the front where a limo waited for us to take us to the White House.

Once arriving at the White House's front lawn and being greeted by President Becker and his son Connor, Miss Kyle decided it was up to her to call dibs on the Queen's bedroom. Mister Ornelas was totally agreeing with her and followed her inside.

President Becker watched the lot run inside and said with glee; "They're quite a handful, aren't they?"

"You have no idea," Detective Bullock muttered somewhere from behind me. I simply smirked sheepishly then suddenly Mister Kerr ran past us with his arms full of grenades and shouted he wanted dibs on the Oval office. Right behind Mister Kerr ran four security guards trying to keep up with him and retrieve the weapons.

Then Mister Crane strolls up to us with a can of knock-out gas and asked; "Do you have a room where it's damp, dark and no sunlight gets in?"

"The basement, I guess," President Becker answered then watching Mister Crane resume strolling inside and asking; "Is he alright?"
"Nobody knows!" Detective Bullock replied then adding; "And nobody cares!"

I push Richard into detective Bullock's arms before apologizing myself and follow the teens to see what they are up to. I arrive in the Queen's bedroom in time to see Miss Kyle hurl herself around Miss Visser and crying gleefully; "2016, here we come!"

Before Miss Visser could swoop off, I jump myself around her to stop her, but it was futile, because I found myself seconds later in Washington DC 2016. It seems like we landed in the middle of another President election which was won by a man named Donald Trump.
Our ears pick up the sound of a female sobbing and when we turn we see a blonde woman hiding in a nearby alleyway. Miss Kyle skips toward her.

"Hiya, my name is Queen Cat Kyle, what is your name?"

The woman who had her head slumped into her hands looks up warily, then sniffing sadly; "Hillary Clinton."

"Why are you crying, Mrs. Clinton?" Miss Kyle asked sitting down beside the woman.

Before Mrs. Clinton could reply Miss Kyle's question a man with Grey hair drove by in a fancy limo waving at people then spotting the woman and bellowing tauntingly; "I'M A PRESIDENT AND HILLARY IS NOT!"

"What's his problem?" Miss Kyle asked watching the limo pass by with an eye roll. "That's the most childish thing I ever seen an adult do. And I've seen Bullock do lots of childish things, but harmless things comparing to this."

Mrs. Clinton dries her tears and replies; "Yeah, but don't worry, I will get him back for it!" Then she rises to her feet, dusts her clothes off and says; "Maybe it's best for me to return to my home. It was nice meeting you, ehm, Queen Cat Kyle."

"Are you single?" Miss Visser asked. "Because Alfred is! He can cook, he can clean, he can-

I cover Miss Visser's mouth before snarling in her ear; "Maybe it's time for us to head back to our own time period, don't you think?!"
Noticing the murderous stare in my eyes, Miss Visser nods obediently then flicking her fingers for us to hop on. Miss Kyle however didn't want to leave without hugging Mrs. Clinton first.

While having one arm hurled around Miss Visser, I use my free hand to grab the shrubs of Miss Kyle's neck who had her arms wrapped around Mrs. Clinton. Maybe I should have warned Miss Visser first, because she obviously didn't see it and swooped off with me, Miss Kyle and Mrs. Clinton.

Once we found ourselves in our own time-period and back into the White House, I noticed we are missing a person, and when I asked Miss Kyle what had happened with Mrs. Clinton, she simply shrugged and replied; "I lost my grip on her somewhere between 2016 and this time period. But I think she won't mind."

And with that, the two girls skipped off and I slumped my head into the nearest wall.