AAAAHHHH! i'm so sorry i didn't give you your idea about alfred until now! but it's finally here and i hope you aren't disappointed! ^.^
Batman rushed into the Batcave with a limp and bloody bird in his arms. Alfred knew it was bad, a genius was not needed to figure that much out. Batman laid the poor boy down onto a bed in the hospital wing of the cave. Alfred stood by the door like the ever faithful servant he was. he knew when he was suppose to interfeer and this was not one of those times. This was a bonding point in the relationship of Master Wayne and his ward, his partner, his son.
Many can not see, but Alfred can. The worry lines that formed around Bruce's mouth as he stared down at the boy. Many did not see the concern in those blue eyes of the Bat, but Alfred could. He knew that Bruce care, when many would only call it emphaty.
He knew.
at, many times, the two Caped Crusaders did not see eye to eye. But Alfred could see the genuine love and amusement they thought they hid so well. But they didn't.
It was a very strange and unique love, adoration, bond. But it is their's, and that is what makes it amazing.
The butler knows-even if they do not...
I hope you liked it, i know it was shory, very short. but i think it's perfect this way. i take requests.