/Translated from greek/

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Alfred had now been a butler for the Wayne's for 42 years.

He began this journey in England. Alfred had just completed another one of Her Majesty's secret missions, but he had needed medical attention. Thomas Wayne had been in England at the time, learning how to become a surgeon at a local hospital, and treated Alfred's wound.

Thomas only asked Alfred how he had gotten hurt once, and when he didn't get an answer, he kept the entire operation quiet. Touched by his show of trust, Alfred started a correspondence with Thomas. When Alfred had gotten tired of his life as a secret agent, Thomas offered a position as his butler in the States, and he had left with the Wayne's.

He had served Thomas for eight years when Thomas met Martha Kane.

Two years later she became Martha Wayne.

Three years later Bruce was born.

Even when his parents were around, Alfred had taken care of Bruce like a second father. There was no doubt that Bruce's parents loved him, but their schedules were too hectic to allow time for the one boy who truly mattered.

Seeing this, Alfred demanded that they take time off their jobs to spend time with their son. It wasn't perfect, and the entire family was rarely together, but Bruce was happier after every outing, so they continued.

It was on one of these outings that Thomas and Martha were murdered.

That night a loving couple with smiling boy left the Manor, and a broken child had returned. Overrun by Child Protection Services, Police, the Press, and his own grief, Alfred worked hard to secure Bruce's future. Bruce was left alone to grieve, and this, in Alfred's opinion, had been his greatest mistake. By thinking of the future, he had forgotten the present, and Bruce had suffered from it. He had become an angry, pessimistic and darker child. When Alfred saw the damage that had been done to the boy that was the closest thing he had to a son, he was heartbroken.

Alfred had not interfered when a 18 year old Bruce told him he wanted to travel the world, hoping that time away from Gotham would heal Bruce's wounds. Five years later, when Bruce returned to became Batman, he realized just how wrong he was. He protested the vigilantism vigorously, not seeing the point of needlessly endangering himself.

When Bruce had finally explained his actions, it was not what Alfred expected. Batman's purpose was not for a cheap thrill ride, or for the fun of scaring criminals.

Batman was created to protect. Batman's purpose was to help the innocent, before they ended up like that small broken boy in an alley so long ago.

After that night, Alfred supported the crusade full heartedly.

Two years into his career as Batman, Bruce he had founded the Justice League, and Alfred had hoped that by finding like-minded individuals, Bruce's dark demeanor might lighten. It worked much better than he had hoped. Not only had Batman found allies to fight with, he had even revealed his identity to the two other leaders of the league, Wonder Woman and Superman. Encouraged, Alfred invited the two over to the manor often, and despite Bruce's denial, the three had become fast friends.

Alfred, of course, knew of Bruce and Diana's affair, and he was afraid that it might have damaged the trinity's friendship. However, when they ended on good terms, their friendships were stronger than ever.

Then Richard had been born. Just by being there, the young boy changed the old and dark manor into a brighter home. The child's laughter seemed to change something inside of Bruce. Immediately Wayne Enterprises became more family oriented, offering day-cares to workers, as well as supporting children oriented charities. Batman's change was not as obvious, but it was there. Word spread that child trafficking, abusing, or endangering would bring down the full fury of the Bat. And although he was still terrifying to criminals, there was a shift that had brightened the Dark Knight.

Superman, Wonder Woman and Batman were also seen less by the public. Everyone thought that the Trinity must be working harder to keep the world safe, and as the three main leaders of the League surely they had huge amounts of work to do. When the League asked about their constant absences, Batman would say he had work in Gotham, Diana would say she was busy working as a diplomat for Paradise Island, and Clark would say that he needed to work overtime for the Daily Planet. No one questioned them.

What very few people knew, was that the three adults were actually taking care of a very small child whenever they could. Although the Richard lived with his father in Gotham, it was not uncommon for him to be taken care of in DC or Metropolis. Alfred was immensely relieved when he realized that although Bruce and Diana were not married, they raised their son the same amount. Clark was always the backup babysitter. Alfred did take care of Richard when Bruce was busy, but he knew his services were not being taken advantage of.

At the moment, the entire Justice League was in a meeting, and Alfred was taking care of the seven month old child. Placing the young boy in his new cradle, Alfred came to a decision. Speaking silently to not wake the youngest Wayne he said.

"I may not have been the best father, Master Richard, but I'm going to be a bloody brilliant grandfather"


Hippolyta was not happy.

It had been two years since she had last seen her daughter. Two years since she had seen the tiny child that was her grandson.

As a queen, she knew that it was necessary. The child had caused an uproar among her people. Many wanted the boy and his mother to be banished, others wanted them dead, and although no one had said it, she knew that the Royal line was put in question. Sending them away was the safest option.

As a mother, it had hurt her more than anything else. She still remembered the tears in her daughter's eyes during their last conversation. Sending her daughter and grandson away was the hardest thing she had ever done.

Now two years had passed, and she had only gotten one letter from Diana. All it had was an address and a name. Smirking to herself, she gestured to Artemis, one of her most trusted warriors. Stepping away from the sparring match she was watching she approached Hippolyta.

"Yes my Queen?" She inquired.

"Prepare my jet Artemis, It's time I visit my family"


"Master Richard! Get back here this moment!"

High-pitched giggling could be heard throughout Wayne Manor, with a swift pair of footsteps behind it. Bending down, the butler scooped up the youngest member of the house before the boy could run off again. Richard had mastered the art of walking, and was currently testing his limits by running around the manor at top speeds.

The recently turned two year old was a ball of energy, constantly exploring his large home. At the moment, however, Alfred wished the boy would settle down for a few moments to go to bed. Richard was squirming in the butler's arms with only his bright yellow pajama bottoms on, having escaped his nightly rituals early without his shirt.

"Nuh UH!" Giggled Richard "Daddy's not back. Ima gonna help!" Making tiny fists, he then placed them on his hips in the classic superhero pose.

Struggling to maintain a stiff upper lip, the older man responded "Now Master Richard, you would need to be much older to help your father."

In the butler's arms Richard twisted to face Alfred. "How much older?" He asked, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"That decision is up to your mother and father. Maybe when you're more grown up they'll let you assist them." Secretly, Alfred hoped that the young child would never be brought into the hero life, as it was a painful and dangerous road to travel.

Richard was having none of it, and asked another question "How do I grow up?"

Coughing slightly when he realized he didn't want to answer that question, he simply stated "Well it's a very long process. However, I could tell you the first step to growing up. Are you sure you wish to know?"

"YES!" Richard exclaimed while leaping out of Alfred's clutches. "I wanna be like Mama and Daddy!"

"Well, since I simply cannot dissuade you, Master Richard, I must inform you that step one is going to bed when you're told."

Richard twirled around "Were late! Alfred hurry!" he squealed. Dragging the grinning butler by his sleeve, he raced to his room. Barely staying still long enough to put his shirt on, he dove deep under his nest of covers. Loud, fake snores could be heard a few seconds later.

Holding back a laugh, Alfred rearranged the blankets until a small tuft of black hair could be seen poking out of the covers.

Blue, curious eyes peeked out from behind the messy hair. "Am I grown up yet Alfred? Can I help Daddy?"

Looking very serious, Alfred turned to the tiny child. "Yes, step one has been completed. If you do this for the next 16 years, I may tell you step two."

"Alfred!" Richard moaned.

"I will send Master Bruce in when he gets home." Alfred said quickly, switching on the boy's night light and walking to the door. "This time, I would advise that you do not try to stay up as late as he does." He then turned the lights off.

"Alfred! Wait! What's step tw-"

"Goodnight Master Richard." Alfred interrupted and the door closed. Out of the room he allowed himself a large smile. He could hear the adorable sounds of Richard mumbling to himself, as well as multiple covers being shuffled around in discontent. "And I pray you don't grow up too fast." He whispered to himself.

Alfred had returned to the kitchen to finish cleaning it, when he heard the doorbell ring. Wondering who could be calling this late, he walked to the foyer and opened the door. Taking in the sight before him, Alfred proved he was the most levelheaded butler the world had ever seen.

Without batting an eye, Alfred gestured the Royalty of the Amazons into their home. "Please wait in the lounge; I shall contact Master Bruce immediately."


Hippolyta was not easily impressed. Wayne manor impressed her. It was nothing like the splendor on Paradise Island, but it did manage to rise above the other filth in man's world. The outside architecture was large and impressive, the grounds were trimmed to perfection, and the indoors were well maintained.

Currently Hippolyta found herself waiting in one of the large lounges. She had been sitting for quite some while, her daughter having gone with the butler to explain the situation to Bruce Wayne, the father. She understood why they were being cautious, but she had no intention of harming the boy, she only wanted to meet him. A male Amazon had never been thought of, and while she could not truly interact with the child because of her duties, she did want a hand in his destiny.

"Who are you" a small voice drawled out.

Wondering how someone had managed to sneak up on her, she whirled around to see a adorable little boy sitting on one of the large couches armrests. She could tell that he had just gotten out of bed because his ebony hair stuck up in random places, and he blearily rubbed one of his half open eyes with his hand covered in a sleeve. She gave the boy a genuine smile.

"I could ask the same of you little one." She inquired, although she already knew the answer.

"Uhhhh, 'm Richard, but I don't know you."

Hippolyta grinned even wider, even at only two and a half years old, the boy was showing intelligence. "I am Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons."

Richard's eyes widened and he stood on the armrest, "Your Majesty" he squeaked, and gave the biggest bow the small boy could offer. Unfortunately, the bow threw him off balance, and he began to topple to the floor. Before he could react, strong hands grasped him and saved him from hitting the ground. He turned and hugged his savior.

"Thanks Your Majesty"

"No need to call me that child," Hippolyta laughed, "Just Hippolyta will do"

"Hup-Hypo...Huhhpppoo" Richard struggled with the word, and Hippolyta smiled even more. Her grandson was something else. "If that is too hard for you little one, then you may also call me Γιαγιά"

"yaya? What does that mean?"

"It means Grandmother." That didn't seem to explain anything to Richard, and she elaborated "I am your Mother's mother, little one."

"Ohhhhhh!" Richard exclaimed "Sorta like Alfred? He says he's not my true grandfather, but he is. He's like Daddy's Dad but he's also not. I don't know why." Somehow throughout this exchange, Richard had climbed into her lap, and even though she had not been this close to a man in centuries, the boy's presence comforted her.

"Somewhat like that, little one."

"Why do you call me that?" He asked, a confused pout on his lips.

"Little one?"

"Yup." He said, popping the p.

"Well, little one," she began, "It means I have not come up with a proper title for you yet."

"Title?"

"I called my daughter 'My sun and stars' when she was young. It was a title fit for her, but yours has yet to be discovered."

"Ohhhhh. Can I have a cool title?"

Hippolyta only grinned at the tiny child in her arms. She hadn't even spent more than five minutes with him, but she knew that Richard had her wrapped around his finger. She already felt a bond with him, and the same protectiveness she felt for her daughter. After thinking a few minutes, when she had thought that he had fallen asleep in her lap, he spoke again.

"Yaya? Why are you here?"

"I'm here to see you, as well as speak to your parents."

"Mmm'k." Was his only reply. As they sat in silence together, small snores began echo around the room. She looked at the boy, and realized that he had grabbed her decorative cape that she had placed beside her and used it as blanket. He was now wrapped up in a cocoon of expensive silk. She was surprised by how small he looked, and her protective instincts demanded that she shield the child in any way she could. Making up her mind, she began speaking in greek.

/ "Child of my blood, I offer my blessing. May you not seek glory on the battlefield, but peace. May you not search for vengeance but allow justice to find you. May you have power and strength, and the wisdom to know when to use it. And If they will it, may your natural abilities be augmented by the Gods. I ask them this to protect you, so that you may protect the world." /

Hippolyta had only given this blessing once, and that was to her own daughter. The purpose of the blessing was twofold, to provide the child with a warrior's mind, as well as offer them to the Gods. If the Gods accepted the blessing, they would provide the Amazon with a warrior's strength.

When she had given this blessing to her two year old daughter, the Gods had immediately accepted her. As royalty, she had access to armor that would give her strength, so instead they gave Diana the gift of flight on her tenth birthday.

Hippolyta knew the God's well enough that Richard would never be accepted until he proved himself. But she also knew that her blessing gave him some protection, and ensured that when he needed it, Richard would have all the help he would need.

She sighed and closed her eyes. Speaking to the gods was no easy task, and she had become quite tired. A small noise on her lap alerted her that she had woken her grandson.

"Wassat?" He mumbled.

"A small blessing, little one," She assured him, "to keep you safe" He struggled out of his little cape cocoon, and then stood up and wrapped his little arms around her neck in a hug.

"Don worry." He snuggled up closer to her so he was nearly on her lap. "I'm safe. See?"

She laughed at the two year old's logic. "And how do you know I'm safe, little one?" she asked.

He only hugged her tighter and mumbled "You feel safe, like family. And even if you're not Mama's mama, Daddy says family can be created or chosen."

She carefully wrapped her arms around the boy. After a moment she agreed. "Your father is very wise for a man."

Richard nodded and bounced back. When there was a knock on the lounge door, he once again bounced off the couch and ran over to the door.

"Daddy! Mama! Uncle Clark!" All three of them smiled at the little boy practically hanging off of the tall door knob.

"Hello Richard," Greeted Diana, as she swept the young boy into her arms. "We need to get you to bed. It's very late."

"Awwwww buuuuuuut Mammmmaaaaa."

"Richard no whining." Bruce scolded, the smirk on his face showing that he wasn't truly angry.

"...K" He sighed. "Night night Yaya!" Richard yelled to Hippolyta, waving both hands excitedly.

Hippolyta Laughed, "Good night little one."

"Alright, let's get you to bed" Clark said, taking Richard from Diana.

"Ohh! Uncle Clark can you fly just a bit pleaseeeeeeee-"

"Only for a little while" surrendered Clark

"Yay! Superfast!"

As Richard's and Clark's voices faded upstairs, Diana and Bruce turned to the queen standing in front of them. She began speaking with all the authority she could muster, knowing that if they didn't agree to her plan, Richard might never reach his true potential.

"We need to have a long talk."


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