I've only seen Batman Begins recently... and cried during the scene of young Bruce and Alfred's talk. Hence this.


Torn

As Alfred just looked down at him, the small figure shaking slightly with pent up grief, his heart tore into two. The little hands that pressed against a window pane left a smudge that he'd have to clean later, but that didn't quite matter at the moment.

The words stuck in his throat like glue for a brief moment before calling for his ward. When his own words were forced out with sheer will power, he could see the bottled agony behind the young brown eyes as the figure turned to face him slowly.

And his heart tore into smaller pieces at the overwhelming grief that consumed the boy, feeling the same emotions riddling his own body. But he didn't cry as he pressed the young frame against his own in a desperate hug. Clinging to the young boy almost as much as the young boy was clinging to him.

Soothing words stopped the tears, but the hands holding the trembling sobbing soothed the soul. In their mutual grief the old and young bonded. Though it was his job, and his job alone to be the support. Despite his own heart lying in pieces, he kept himself together for the boy.