Only one review for poor Alfred? (sniffles)
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I'm feeling lousy today (not related to subject above, just feel like feeling lousy) and being in an evil author mood, Bruce will be suffering along with me today.
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Hangover
"Urggh."
"You all right, Master Wayne?"
"I feel horrible."
"Hangovers do that to you, sir."
"It's like – it's like my head's imploding. Thanks, Alfred."
"You're welcome. I hope it helps. By the way, you have a meeting today, with the board of directors. Shall I–"
"No. No, I'm going."
"Very well, sir. And as for your date later with Svetlana…?"
"Ohhhhh, damn. Tell her I'm ill. And, uh, tell her I'm highly contagious and that she shouldn't come see me."
"As you wish. If you don't mind me saying this, sir…"
"Unnhh… What?"
"It bloody well serves you right."
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You may remember Svetlana as the girl with horrible taste in clothes from "No Way in Hell".
I'm aware that Bruce just pretends to drink a lot but lets make this an exception. Sometimes things become too much for even the Batman to handle.
Do check out my icon, please. (puppy eyes) I made some of these in conjunction with my Mary Sue-bashing drabbles.
At a book fair recently, I came across a Batman Handbook which gave all kinds of nifty tips on how to throw a batarang, build a Batcave, resist Poison Ivy's pheromones and eveything else you need to know to become a caped crusader. Cute!