"Sergeant Harry G. Wells." James said, the older man turned to the young Detective as he stood on the grounds of Wayne manor. Alfred looked at him with a frozen terror realising that only has this young bright promising Detective had snuck up on him but he also has manage to spit out a name that should have been long hidden under pills of bull shit.
"Sorry?" He asked
"Sergeant Harry G. Wells." Gordon said but a bit slower as he walked up to the man "Ex British Army, served for at least eleven years fraught in the Gulf War and then in 2001 he led a squad into the Highlands of Scotland for a so called training exercise. Where it was believe he was killed in a house explosion. The only survivor from this squad was Pvt. Lawrence Cooper who was found ranting about Werewolves. However that wasn't the most funny thing I found no what I found funny was this photo of Sergeant Harry G. Wells." James pulled the photo out and held it up to Alfred "He is the spitting image of you."
Alfred looked at the photo of an unaged face before looking back up at James and tilting his head before grabbing the young man's arms and dragging him towards the green house of the manor. "Hey owe your hurting me!" James growled as he was spun around and pushed against the wooden table knocking over a couple of plant pots and a bag of dirt. He looked up to see the man standing there his shoulders hunch making himself look larger than he should do "You Detective are for too clever for you own good." Alfred said as he looked up at him flashing a pair of amber eyes
"Could have just said you has a twin?" James said trying not to point out his amber eyes and the claws were growing made the man's mouth dry as the butler walk up to him and tripped him against the wooden table.
"How did you even find this out?" He asked with a growl
"I know some people and…and I was doing some back ground work on you and-and I found there was nothing about before you were employed by Wayne's. So I sent you photo to a friend and it didn't take him long to find…"
"James this information does not leave this green house. Sergeant Harry G. Wells died in Scotland after being caught in an explosion." He growled and to the young Detectives this secretive butler sounded feral. It made him groan as the wolf man started to mold himself to James.
"W…What would happen if I open my mouth?" James whispered as clawed hand found their way to the man's hips
"I will stuff it." The British man rumbled as he smashing his lips against James' mouth sealing any yelps from the younger man.
They sat on the tiled ground of the green house clothes rumbled and little torn, James' trousers were down by his ankles making him groan as he tried to pull himself free from the other man "I wouldn't move if I was you." Alfred growled as he felt James sit back down when he realized that the butler's knot has him tripped on the older man's lap. Alfred warped his arms around the detective waist and held him still to stop him from squirming
"It hurts." James gasps as he felt the older man kiss his neck where a nice bite mark lay on shoulder.
"Of course it hurts." Alfred chuckled "It will go down soon enough." The man said as he rubbed James's stomach were a sight swell formed.
"What if the boy came in?" James asked, that did worry him as Bruce had a habit of sneaking up on people.
"I would know there is only one way for Master Wayne to come into this room and we would see him if he does." Alfred said as he felt his knot deflate and he lifted James up and slide out of him.
James pushed himself up on shaky legs and pulled his trouser up wincing at the pain in his lower back. Alfred just smirked at him and he covered his scars on his stomach from years ago where his friend superglued him back together. When shirts were tucked in, ties put on right and jackets dusted did they look at each other and even tho Detective Gordon winced at his own body he had a smirk on his face as Alfred straighten his clothes out "So want to explain to me about Scotland and the name change and bloody werewolves?"
