So I've been getting some questions asking when Arya will be Batgirl or Gendry will be Robin, sorry to disappoint but I don't plan on changing the stories of any of the Game of Thrones characters. I'm just adding Batman and his lore to the story and having them interact within the established GOT lore, NOT drastically changing other characters.
Alfred: Chapter 2
It was a warm summer night, people watched quietly from their windows, a few even braved onto the streets. When the City Watch had notified Alfred when they spotted a small caravan of five wagons approaching the city walls, he knew at once that it was Master Bruce. Despite the young heir wanting his return kept secret, the servants spread their rumors to the streets, and soon from the streets word spread to the nobles. The Prince of Gotham had returned. The news spread slow enough that he doubted the other cities had heard yet, but it was only a matter of time.
The caravan pulled through the stone, torch and lamp-lit streets. They disappeared for a time, but then reappeared as they rode up the hill to Wayne Castle. The carriages were pulling up in front of the castle as Alfred walked out to meet them. There were two simple wooden carriages followed by three wagons full of crates covered by giant, old sheets. Alfred was curious what Master Bruce had returned with that he did not want others seeing. He also wondered what the boy looked like as a man, if he would even be recognizable at all. Alfred got his answer as the door of the first carriage opened and his breath caught in his throat.
A hand wielding a wooden cane was the first thing Alfred saw appear from behind the door. The cane made a light knock as it hit the stone beneath it, and a man who looked older than three-and-twenty should followed it. This stranger had a beard of trimmed, but not overly well, and thick, black hair long enough to brush his shoulders. He wore a black traveler's cloak preventing Alfred from seeing anymore of his features. Another man stepped out of the other side of the carriage, a dark skinned man with graying hair who must have been as old as Alfred at least. The two strangers approached Alfred slowly, the elderly gentleman looking around and taken in his surroundings, the cloaked man limping slowly up the pathway to where his faithful servant stood. As soon as they locked eyes Alfred knew without a doubt that it was Bruce before him.
"Good evening Master Bruce, I have kept the castle as close to ship-shape as possible, I have the cooks on hand ready to prepare anything you should desire and…" he was cut off as the cloaked stranger wrapped his arms around him in the embrace of a long, lost loved one.
"It's good to see you old friend," Bruce said quietly so that only the two of them could hear. "How long has it been?" he asked pulling back to look Alfred in the eyes once more.
"Fourteen long years Master Bruce, I see the road has not been overly kind to you," he replied with a smile and a quick look down to the cane.
"Ah yes this, we have much to talk about, and much to prepare. Let us go inside as to not give the city folk anymore material to speak over in the bars and inns than they already do," and with that Alfred led the two travelers into the castle and up into Thomas Wayne's study.
Bruce had Alfred lock the doors and sat in Thomas Wayne's chair, which Alfred thought was fitting. He laid his cane against the chair and poured himself a glass of water. Alfred stared at his long, lost master fitting in his former master's chair with astonishment. Even with the ungainly hair and beard, he is the spitting image of Thomas Wayne. When Bruce finished his drink he laid the glass down and began to speak.
Bruce summed up his travels, everything that had transpired with the League of Shadows, Daenerys Targaryen, and of his return home. Of the mentor he had killed, of the love he had lost, of the determination and skill he had gained. Alfred could only sit there with his eyes wide and his mouth gaped open, unsure of how to respond. This is surely not the boy that left here those many years ago.
"Well Master Bruce, it seems you have been busy, but where does the cane come in? Were you injured when in this League of Shadows…?" Alfred said confusedly.
"Ha! No Alfred," he laughed as he stood up, dropped the cane to the ground, and walked around the room. "I sustained scars in my years away yes, but this is just a disguise. The cane and limp, all of it is to throw public suspicion from me when it begins."
"When what begins Master Bruce?" he looked from Bruce's eyes to this Lucius Fox's for an answer.
"I'm just as in the dark as you are ser, Bruce wouldn't tell me a thing. Just that we needed as much steel, plain or Valyrian, as we could carry and that we had to wait til' we got back here to speak of whatever it was he had planned," Lucius said with a smile to Alfred.
"You have Valyrian steel?" The metal was a rare and precious item in the world nowadays.
"Ha, I managed to get my hands on some over my years yes. Brought my whole stock of it with me," Lucius replied as Bruce picked his cane back up.
"Allow me to explain old friend, it is complicated," Bruce was looking directly into the fire in the heart of the fireplace. "The night my parents were murdered, I felt something, caught a glimpse of something. I traveled around the world, looked in all of the shadows, and I discovered there is something out there in the darkness. Something…terrifying, something that will not stop until it gets revenge…"
"Wh-what is it Master Bruce? What will not stop in the darkness?" Alfred asked, fearing he already knew the answer.
Bruce turned from the fire, the light from it dancing along the right half of his face casting it in its orange glow. The other half remained obscured in darkness. "Me."
Bruce: Chapter 2
Bruce looked from his loyal servant to his new master at arms before continuing on with his plan. He had not quite noticed how aged his old friend had become. Alfred's hair was gone from the top of his head, now sticking to the sides in a short, finely trimmed coat. His hair had turned silver, but his equally finely-trimmed mustache was still teetering on the edge of black. He had wrinkles of either age or stress under his eyes and at the corners of his lips. He wore the same white tunic with black satin vest he wore when Bruce had left, the bat of Wayne still proudly flapping its wings on his breast pocket.
Bruce continued, "I have learned many things in my absence, all of it for one, solid purpose. I am going to fight the crime of this city. Let the kings and lords squabble for land and glory and crowns. I will fight here, a war more real than one fought for arrogance or greed to be sure." The look in Alfred's eyes could tell that he was saddened by this news.
"I'm sorry Alfred, but this is what I must do. If you wish to leave, I understand, I cannot ask either of you or anyone for that matter to help me with this. If I need to do this alone…then I will." Bruce was partially shocked Alfred had stayed these fourteen years without a word from him, he could not ask Alfred of more emotional and physical burdening. Not after all he had done.
"You are not alone Master Bruce, and you never will be," Alfred said with a look of determination. Faithful to the end, now he could move on to his actual strategy.
"I will strike in the night, quietly, efficiently, unpredictably. I will need tools, weapons, but no killing, I've had a lifetime's worth of that and it weighs heavy on my soul. I care not to take on any more of a burden. I will need to keep my identity hidden, hence the cane and limp. If some figure of the night comes to Gotham the same time as its wealthy, physically able prince does as well…let us just say the Starks in the North would know by the morrow. But if that prince returns crippled, immobile, isolated; than that should dissuade most from suspicion.
"That is one way you will help me Alfred, we'll hold parties here, make it seem I'm simply King Robert's equal for drinking and doing nothing. We will pay off a few whores to say they were in my bed, so I did not feel less of a man because of my injury. If Bruce Wayne is partying and bedding whores while this stranger is fighting crime in the streets on the same night…that should be enough to convince the people of Gotham we are not one in the same.
"Lucius, I will need your help with my armor, I want it light but sturdy, mobility is necessary too. I have a certain idea of what I want it to look like. I will have need of your help with a few other items, and we will take a closer look at those sketches of yours." Bruce ended his long speech and awaited a response.
"Master Bruce, are you sure you are not hearing any voices in your head? Perhaps from all of the time alone on the road, or drinking too much sea water?" Alfred asked concerned.
"Haha, no my friend, I am not becoming as mad as the Mad King. I am determined, willful, and ready to take my city back, but no, not mad," Bruce replied calmly and with a smile.
He could see in Alfred's face that he had not convinced him, but that his ever-faithful servant was still going to stay at his side. For that Bruce was beyond grateful. While he felt waging this war could be done alone, Bruce was afraid of what he would become from it.
"So what do we do now Bruce?" Lucius asked with a small grin.
"We prepare. Alfred, see to it that ravens are sent out to the neighboring cities and castles, within a few days ride should do. Invite them to a party we are going to hold a fortnight from tonight. Lucius, we will unpack the steel and supplies ourselves. I do not trust anyone seeing what we have brought or where we will be taking it," Bruce told his two allies listening with rapt attention. Lucius looked pleased, Alfred on the other hand still had a look of confusion about his face.
"And where will that be Master Bruce?" the Dornishman asked.
Bruce smiled, "Alfred, do we still have those maps of the caves below the castle?"