Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or related item/symbols/concepts/etc. in this story. Detective Comics, Milestone Comics, and The WB do. I'd like to think the plot is my own original creation, though.
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Virgil was completely drenched by the time that Alfred pulled up. He waved Virgil up to the passenger door of the dark compact-size car. He turned to Alfred as he slid into the seat, "Rolls in the shop tonight?"
"Sir, if you could buckle your safety belt, I would like to get underway," Alfred seemed more stiff than usual to Virgil. Obediently buckling his seatbelt, Virgil eyed Alfred as he shifted the car into gear. "Hey, thanks for coming and picking me up. I would have just flown in through the cave, but I figured he prefers a little notice before random teen-heroes drop in, right?"
Alfred's only response to this was the tightening of his lips into a thin line as he sped through a yellow light. Virgil spent the rest of the ride to Wayne manor quietly. I just came here for a few simple answers. Not to bother anyone at all. But noooo, everyone has to have their panties in a twist tonight.
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Leaving a damp trail as her followed Alfred through the house, Virgil took in the manor proper. He'd never really been up top all that much. This dude has some serious artwork, even if it doesn't rival the collection he has downstairs.
Alfred paused in front of a door, unlocking it. "You can use this guest bedroom while you wait for Master Wayne. There is an adjacent bathroom with towels as well as a spare set of clean clothes." Gesturing inside he looked pointedly from Virgil to the puddle forming around his dirty shoes to the room and back again. That kills it.
"Look dude. I tried to be polite coming here tonight. I called you out, because ol' Bats out there hates me if I even think of throwing up an Electro-Bat-Signal and its not some crazy Crisis with the world splittin' in half! I just have some simple non-hero-related questions for the man that need answers. And because he is so fuckin' busy with his duel lives shit and 'working alone', I knew just trying to call wouldn't get me crap, because my problems aren't that important. So I want you to stop fucking treating me like I've ruined your life, 'cuz Batman ruined mine first AND NO ONE SEEMS TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT IT."
Virgil's eyes blazed and crackled with lightening as he glared at Alfred. He simply gazed back, eyebrow raised. "He does tend to do that. I'll notify you when he is available. Otherwise, the kitchen is on the main floor next to the library. Feel free to help yourself to whatever happens to be your preference. Breakfast is at 6:45 sharp." Alfred began to disappear down the hallway, Virgil staring after him with complete disbelief. Did he just fucking ignore me? Pausing, Virgil took a few deep breaths. The static crackle lessened across his body. Then again he's been with Batman for, like, ever. Calling down the empty hall, Virgil's voice echoed, "G'night, doll."
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Post-Chapter Ramble: Hehe I kinda like making people mad. I know Virgil never really snaps like this in the show, but I had to. :3 Also, I'd really appreciate some reviews! I kinda feel like I'm writing blind here. Finally, I know this was a short one, but I promise next chapter will be worth it 3 ~L