Alright, folks, here's my first foray into the Bruce/Jonathan pairing. I blame the waynecrane community at Livejournal for totally and completely corrupting my soul. This is a short drabble (295 words), and doesn't really require great knowledge of "Batman Begins". Though that helps. Enjoy!
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Alfred huffed, setting the basket down at the top of the steps. He wasn't quite sure when it had happened, but the laundry seemed to be more and more difficult to carry with each sequential trip up. He toyed with the idea of calling Lucius Fox and seeing if Wayne Enterprises had a patent on reverse laundry chutes.
Master Bruce would probably want it in black. Alfred sniffed disapprovingly, but smiled. The thought of a bat-emblazoned laundering system was rather funny.
Hefting the laundry basket once more, Alfred strode towards the linen closet in the master bedroom. The bed was empty, making him wonder where his charge had wandered off to this time. It was too early for the night's gallivanting to begin, but what else would he be doing?
Come to think of it, Alfred thought as he reached for the closet door, I haven't seen the master all day-
Ah.
Bruce and another man were backed into a corner, a tangle of lips and limbs. Bruce's arms were wrapped around his partner, one at the hips and the other disappearing into his jacket. The other man was kissing his neck and trailing his hands down suggestively. The millionaire looked like his was thoroughly enjoying this treatment when he opened his eyes long enough to notice the intrusion.
"Uh, Johnny?" he said softly. "We've got company..."
"Hnh?" Jonathan tore his lips away and turned his head. His bright eyes stared warily at the manservant. No one said anything for a long while.
Then Bruce reached out and pulled the door back closed.
Alfred stood there for a few moments, then sighed. This was the third time he'd had the laundry interrupted.
Oh well. At least I didn't catch them in the pantry again.