Here you go! Alfred waking up Bruce Wayne, a.k.a. Batman.. Hope its not too boring.. TwT
Enjoy!
~Retainer
Disclaimer: I owe nothing..
Master Bruce was the easiest to wake in the morning since he actually liked to wake up early and do what Billionaire Bruce Wayne does at day and whatever Batman does at night.
Alfred shot out of bed at 6 AM like he had been doing the last 30 years of his life. Then, he took a shower, changed into his butler suit and began to prepare Master Bruce's protein shake (which he might add, it looked disgusting.)
Unlike the young masters, the owner of the Wayne manor preferred to be woke early so he can do his usual morning work outs.
After blending various ingredients, he put the drink on a platter and walked upstairs. On his way upstairs, he took some clean bandages and the first aid kit.
Although Master Bruce was the owner of this house, he refused to sleep in the master bedroom. Instead, he slept in his bedroom ever since he had when he was only a child.
Alfred stopped in front of the door and knocked three times. He always knew that his master wouldn't wake up to his knocks but, he did it every morning any way. After hearing no response, the butler walked in the spacious room.
When Bruce Wayne was a child, this room was filled with various toys, books and the walls were painted light blue. Being a teenager, the toys and books were replaced with electronic devices, video games and the blue walls were plastered with rock band posters also, his room always smelled like… dirty socks (no matter how Alfred cleaned and sprayed.)
Now, the bedroom was mostly empty except some simple furniture and books. Personally, Alfred preferred the old rooms better.
The first thing he noticed was his expensive suit strewed all over the floor. He sighed and picked up the clothes in an orderly manner and laid it on the end of the king-sized bed.
The second thing he noticed was his alarm clock was smashed and its pieces were rolling around. Not again… His master had bad habit of breaking alarm clocks.
Master Bruce was sleeping on the very tip of the enormous bed, all curled up in the fetal position.
When he was Bruce Wayne, his face was serious and the weight of his family and business made him stoic. When he was Batman, his face was bruised and filled with many cuts that came with his night job.
But, when he was asleep, his face was relaxed and the corner of his mouth was even tiniest bit curled upwards.
How Alfred hated to wake him from his slumber! However...
"Master Bruce, it's time to wake up."
Instead of shooting out of bed like the butler himself, his master mumbled something incoherent and swatted him.
Alfred moved swiftly out the way before he got hit.
He tried again.
"Master Bruce," he said as he gently shook him.
"Mmmphm," he mumbled and rolled backwards from Alfred.
The last method had to be done.
Alfred set down his tray and smacked his master's back with his gloved hand.
"OW!" Bruce Wayne sat up, blinked several times and looked at his trusty butler. "Was that really necessary?" he grumbled.
"Yes sir, or do I have to remind you that after breakfast, you have a meeting with the Korean ambassador? First, let me change your bandage. Turn," he ordered his master.
Like a well-trained puppy, the muscular man turned to the order of the old British man as he began changing his bandages from a nasty cut he got from cat woman last night.
Although, Alfred found it strange that the bed covers had scratches on it also.
Catwoman... *smirks*