Dear Mr. President- Pink
Alfred reads his letters once a month.
His people love to write to him, because he actually writes back. It takes a whole week straight of every month to do it, but he writes back very devotedly. He loves his people, and all the innocent little questions they have for him. He even reads the most violent letters- he knows even these people can be helped.
He does the President's personal letters sometimes, too. "They really love you, you know?" he speaks to the newest one, smiling as he sits in the office and reads a letter. "They trust you to help them so much," he says, eyes glazed over as he sets it down. "How do we do it, I wonder," he whispers distantly, looking at the ceiling.
"We don't," the president replies, between the sound of scribbling of pen and paper.
Alfred smiles at this reply, and picks up another letter, his skilled, callused hands opening them.