Title: Thank God for Butlers
Summary: Batman is fighting a battle against a new enemy… and he's losing… really bad. It's a good thing Alfred is always there to help.
Just a short, random plot that popped into my mind and wouldn't leave me alone. I don't know if anyone has already done a story like this, but if they have, I am truly sorry. This is my first shot at humor, so please R&R! XD
Disclaimer: I still don't own
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He approached the opening cautiously. The low rumble of machines could be heard through the thick door, and Batman wondered what It was up to now.
This was his second or third attempt to conquer a feat such as this, and frankly he wondered if he could. He had heard that Nightwing had defeated It whenever the problem arose in Bludhaven, and Batman was definitely proud of him. Yet when it came for his time again, well, he wasn't so sure if he would have the same results.
You have to do this, Bruce. For your own sake.
Batman crept silently up to the door, and carefully opened the passageway. It responded with a loud and slow creak. The room inside was dark, small, and cramped; and the Bat fumbled around to find a light switch. He finally did and was blessed with the brilliant yellow glow of a single light bulb placed directly in the middle of the bland ceiling.
And there It was, inside the horrid rumbling machine of mass destruction. It was just there, rumbling, planning evil plots, mocking him, tempting the Bat to take him on without saying a single word.
At first, Batman was questioning if he should have attempted a surprise attack, the usual sneaking around and then revealing yourself later on. But this time was different, and he decided to take on this enemy head on, because this enemy was definitely special and different.
He lunged at the bulky machine and yanked open the door with a slamming BOOM!
And that's when It attacked him, except It was much larger than the last time the two had encountered each other. It had grown in such a short amount of time, and Batman was completely shocked.
It lunged at him, slamming him directly in the face. He had somehow slipped to the floor, and It's hulking form towered above. It smothered him, until It was on top of the Bat's whole body. His mouth and nose were covered, until it was totally impossible to breathe. Batman gasped for air, but his attempts were futile. He had once again failed his mission. What was he going to tell Dick… or Alfre-
"Master Bruce! What did I tell you about using too much laundry detergent?!"
"I was just going to put in the softener until It attacked me!" Bruce yelled, his voice muffled by the onslaught of bubbles smothering him. "Alfred! Please help me!"
The butler sighed, and Bruce felt his arms being pulled from the bubble army. He was now soaking wet, and it was quite a task trying to stand in the slippery, wet mess. Alfred handed him a towel to wipe his face with.
"From now on, Master Bruce, I will handle the laundry. I just do not think you are ready for this quite yet. Maybe you can try in another year or two," he replied as he studied the disaster at hand.
Bruce moaned. He was confident that he could do it this year, but, unfortunately, his thoughts were once again proven wrong.
"I just cannot believe you, Master Bruce. This is even worse than the time last year." Bruce chuckled at that. Alfred continued, "You best be glad you have a butler to take care of you. I cannot imagine how you would be without someone to do these things around the manor."
"I can't either Alfred." He left the room and followed Alfred to fetch the tools needed to clean up the mess. A large grin was plastered to his beaming face.
It was then that Bruce decided that dirty laundry and bubble avalanches were almost as bad as exploding vacuums.
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