Batman: Alfred's Eulogy
A noble butler, who served two generations of one of Gotham cities wealthiest proprietors, and served with patience and care for the past 30 years, is ready to now retire. He buried Bruce Wayne's elders many years prior to this day, and when preparing to write one for Master Wayne himself, he decided to refer to the older source – for inspiration. The old English gent, silver haired yet still fresh, rummaged about in the attic of the Manor to find what he'd written about his former employers. And up in the attic, with Bruce's young pictures, he found the articles that were published en masse in every major Gotham newspaper, and even read personally by Alfred Pennyworth at the couple's joint funeral. Alfred sat down on a dusty stool to delve into the memories that were dusty in his mind…and here he found it! He opened the full page worth of information and feeling about the old couple – Thomas and Martha Wayne.
Thomas Wayne was a masterful businessman, craftsman, man of the people, and of course a loving family man. With his designs for transport and business, he transformed Gotham – a city legendary for its decadence and crime ridden streets – into an epicentre of commerce. With his wife Martha, they also forged one of the cities greatest citizens as well: their so Bruce. Bruce we hope will go on to forge a great path in his father's name and honour. In the mean time, we appreciate the life and work of Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha – herself a great pillar of society – who were taken from this world way too soon.
Alfred smiled a little bit as he read this – in his mind, this was by far the most touching piece of poetry anyone could put to a person's memory…but it was going to be difficult to be able to replicate. It was a week since the League of Shadows final plan to swipe Gotham out had been failed, with Batman – his master Bruce – giving up his life for everyone. Bruce Wayne was deemed dead in the battle with the Leagues footmen, and Alfred was forced to write this Eulogy: something he couldn't do, because he couldn't bare to do it. And he had writers block anyway.
He took a little time to go on holiday to a place where he loved to go off to and hope to see Bruce, during the 8 years he was vanished before. As he was sat at the table, he could see a familiar happy face…a face he seemed to know for decades. It looked like Bruce…and he was smiling back at the old butler…and that meant it could be Bruce: just like the dream he had. He was with a woman, but no kids so at least Alfred had half of that dream already in his mind intact. This moment filled him with a sudden sense of cheer – he still had some hope left that maybe he could see Bruce again, and his family's legacy would still be standing OK! And it meant that this Eulogy for Bruce was no longer a mandatory thing…and then it Alfred; Bruce was dead to everyone except both aforementioned and the woman Bruce was with. Looks like that Eulogy would still be on it's way…once Alfred gets over the writing block…