AN: This was written by request for a friend. Please forgive any character inaccuracies.
I can only claim to own this plot line.
A Butler's Guide
He was pretty sure that Tips, Tricks, and Tools: A Butler's Guide to Handling the Rich and Famous never prepared him for this. Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth allowed himself a quiet sigh before running to fetch the first aide kit. The young master was bleeding again, and he would rather see that the 18th century area rug not get stained.
After a few minutes of fumbling about in one of the servants' cleaning closets, Alfred retrieved the sought after supplies and hurried to his master's side. Bruce was never one to sit still, and by the time Alfred got back he had traipsed all over the room leaving a spotted trail of blood behind him. Eyes widening slightly at the ruined antique, Alfred sighed once again and set the first aide kit on Wayne's desk. Gesturing for his injured master to sit, Alfred began to unwind yards of milky white gauze.
As he quietly stitched his master's wound closed, Alfred tried to think of what the guidebook would say about being the butler for a wealthy business tycoon who moonlighted as a cape-wearing superhero. While it may not mention minor surgery, Alfred thought, it sure had a great recipe for removing any stain from any cloth-ed surface. He glanced pityingly at the dark blotches marring the priceless carpet.
Straightening over Wayne's hunched form Alfred began to pack up the supplies, replacing them neatly where he found them back in the box. It must have been a bad night, Alfred mused, for Bruce to be this silent. Knowing that his master liked to be alone after completing a particularly tough mission, Alfred quietly closed the study door behind him on his way to return the first aide kit.
There is nothing in the guidebook, he was sure, to instruct him on how to deal with brooding employers plotting to save the world.