X, Y and Z - Yomp
Summary: Three dabbles relating to things that begin with the last three letters of the Alphabet.
Story two:Yomp – Bruce and Dick yomp and Alfred doesn't approve.
Beta: By the always wonderful youngjusticefanatic! Thank you!
Word Count: about 669 words
Authors note: Trying get out of a funk, and I want a story for every letter of the alphabet. And guess what? Turns out that the letter X was easiest to find and right… Who would have thought?
I know I already asked, but I am keeping this here... Does anyone even read this? Anyways I was wondering, would you guys rather have something sooner and have to wait for more or wait now and get more (all of it) later? I have a large part of chapter two, done and the perfect spot to stop and post. I have a large part to go and I have hit writers block, so do you want what I have now or to wait it out?
Yomp - Verb. To walk hard and with vigour. [1900s]
Alfred loved both his wards very much. Neither of them deserved to have their families ripped away at young ages, and he remains supportive as they attempt to save others from experiencing similar pain. The butler turned father figure, turned grandfather figure, takes pride in their goal to save the world, even when it breaks his heart.
Alfred loved Bruce and Dick as if they were his own blood.
It was the days where the father and son spend time together – without the capes and cowls- that Alfred enjoyed the most. It was the rare occasions where Bruce would let go of the Batman mask and party boy persona; where it wasn't about the mission or work and the duo acted like a father and son.
Those moments were rare, and became more infrequent as Dick aged.
Alfred watched the two run around in the backyard through rain splattered windows. The duo was coated in layers of dirt and rain from running through the mud of the garden in an advanced game of tag. A smile danced across the butlers face, as Dick flew past the door trailing across the grass, fleeing away from Bruce who was hot on his heels. A soft chuckle escaped, when Bruce slipped on a patch of muddy grass and landed on his butt in a puddle. Dick stopped a few feet away to laugh at his adopted father, a hand clutched around his chest. Dialog was shared, but the words disappeared under the sound of the storm then Bruce was off the ground and back to the chase.
Alfred pulled an umbrella from the stand by the door and let himself out the back. The butler waited for the two to come closer before clearing his throat. Bruce and Dick turned their attention to the elderly man almost instantly. Alfred singled the duo over with a finger, waiting for them at the edge of the patio; Father-son duo came to a slippery stop in front of the British gentleman.
"Hey Alfy!" Dick called, "What brings you out?"
"I came with a warning Master Richard." The butler began frowning ever so slightly, "I would recommend that you cease from your yomping through my garden or you might find yourself dependent on Master Bruce for meals." Alfred suppressed a smile, as twin looks of horror flashed in front of him. "Do I make myself clear?"
The two nodded eagerly, "Sorry about that Alfred," Bruce tried to amend, shooting a sheepish glance over to the partially squished flowerbeds. "I guess we got a little carried away."
"That I can see Master Bruce." Alfred did an obvious once over on the duo's muddy cloths before turning back to the door. "I will have a fresh change of clothes and hot chocolate ready for when you two are ready to come in." he announced, "Until then I would try to keep your yomping on the grass."