Alfed stepped out of the window onto the ledge. He looked at his
silent companion.
"So you're the one my boys have been confiding in when I'm away," he said quietly. Then he took a closer look. The ledge and gargoyle were absolutely filthy. There was even popcorn kernels scattered over the ledge. He'd have to have a talk with his boys later about their eating habits. None of them could stand up to the original Bat Glare.
He knew something like this would be the case...was that grease marks from the popcorn butter? He hadn't realized that it would be this bad, though. He quickly glanced down to make sure he was not being watched. The coast was clear.
Alfred got out his supplies and set to work cleaning the gargoyle. After a few minutes he realized that conversation might make the time go by faster.
"You know, I do try to do my best by the boys, but they don't always make it easy. I worry just as much as the rest of them, but I can't ever show it. They always show confidence to their teams, no matter what. I wonder if they ever realize that I'm doing that for them? Do they know how scared I am that they won't come back one night?"
"The worst time is when they come home hurt. They always just want to get patched up and head right back out, no matter how bad the damage. Do you know I've lost count of how many times I've drugged Master Bruce's food to keep him home? I do believe he'd head out in a full body cast if I let him."
"He keeps dancing around Dinah and Selina. At times I wonder if he'll ever figure out what he wants? I've known since he was a boy he'd never go for one of those society ladies. He needs someone who can keep up with him, day and night."
Like father, like son I suppose. I do love Leslie, but the time's never been right to ask..."
"Moving on. It seems the third generation has the same problem. I think everyone but Master Dick and Miss Barbara realize that those two will be getting married one day."
"I do hope that Master Timothy will be different. For a time, I thought that he would be able to escape the night life and just 'do his shift,' but I see it's too late for that now."
"Miss Barbara seems to finally be coming out of her shell. It seems like perhaps she and Master Dick are finally realizing that they belong together. I do hope that there will be wedding bells in their near future. They've danced around each other for long enough."
"I just don't know how to get through to them sometimes. They have harder heads that you."
Alfred lapsed into silent thought as he finished cleaning the gargoyle. He wouldn't have his boys sitting on a dirty haven. A few minutes later, he was gone, as unseen as any of his boys.
silent companion.
"So you're the one my boys have been confiding in when I'm away," he said quietly. Then he took a closer look. The ledge and gargoyle were absolutely filthy. There was even popcorn kernels scattered over the ledge. He'd have to have a talk with his boys later about their eating habits. None of them could stand up to the original Bat Glare.
He knew something like this would be the case...was that grease marks from the popcorn butter? He hadn't realized that it would be this bad, though. He quickly glanced down to make sure he was not being watched. The coast was clear.
Alfred got out his supplies and set to work cleaning the gargoyle. After a few minutes he realized that conversation might make the time go by faster.
"You know, I do try to do my best by the boys, but they don't always make it easy. I worry just as much as the rest of them, but I can't ever show it. They always show confidence to their teams, no matter what. I wonder if they ever realize that I'm doing that for them? Do they know how scared I am that they won't come back one night?"
"The worst time is when they come home hurt. They always just want to get patched up and head right back out, no matter how bad the damage. Do you know I've lost count of how many times I've drugged Master Bruce's food to keep him home? I do believe he'd head out in a full body cast if I let him."
"He keeps dancing around Dinah and Selina. At times I wonder if he'll ever figure out what he wants? I've known since he was a boy he'd never go for one of those society ladies. He needs someone who can keep up with him, day and night."
Like father, like son I suppose. I do love Leslie, but the time's never been right to ask..."
"Moving on. It seems the third generation has the same problem. I think everyone but Master Dick and Miss Barbara realize that those two will be getting married one day."
"I do hope that Master Timothy will be different. For a time, I thought that he would be able to escape the night life and just 'do his shift,' but I see it's too late for that now."
"Miss Barbara seems to finally be coming out of her shell. It seems like perhaps she and Master Dick are finally realizing that they belong together. I do hope that there will be wedding bells in their near future. They've danced around each other for long enough."
"I just don't know how to get through to them sometimes. They have harder heads that you."
Alfred lapsed into silent thought as he finished cleaning the gargoyle. He wouldn't have his boys sitting on a dirty haven. A few minutes later, he was gone, as unseen as any of his boys.