Post by Alfred Pennyworth on Aug 13, 2013 4:09:42 GMT
Alfred simply smiled. "Well I'm cashing in one of my favors now, Master Wayne," he said cheerfully. He listened to Julia describe her talents. She seemed very capable. He didn't know if he should feel pride or shame. He was proud of her capabilities but saddened for how they had been used and abused. It wasn't his place to say where or how she could be of use, though. He was merely the butler. If there was nothing for her to do here he'd see about using his connections to get her a job with forensics. If she was as good as she claimed her talents would prove useful there.
He grinned devilishly at "Brucey", starting at Master Wayne in amusement. No, somehow he doubted that would be a name Master Wayne would tolerate.
Sperm donor? He smiled wryly. Perhaps she had inherited some of her mother's brusqueness and lack of tact. At least she wasn't a cowed sheep. She was very liberal with her choice of words.
He grinned. "I'd say you could call me whatever you pleased but I have to admit I'm not too fond of the name Sperm Donor," he said, amused. "Alfred. Mr. Pennyworth. Father. Dad. Any of these are fine. Anything else you'll have to run by me," he said with another wry smile. The girl must be a devil with nicknames.
He'd need to talk to Master Wayne privately at some point. If she was as well versed with the underworld as she said, intelligent, and crafty she might notice things Master Wayne would prefer she didn't. And her obsession with poisons...While potentially useful was also potentially dangerous. He'd have to keep an eye on that. Although she hadn't admitted to her obsession he could tell it ruled her based on how often her eyes flicked back to her suitcases when she seemed uncomfortable. She'd look at them and be instantly calmed. While that wasn't necessarily a bad thing as it was clear the girl needed comfort, he'd be lying if he said it didn't trouble him. Poisons could be deadly and used to terrible ends. Of course some of Master Wayne's obsessions were deadly too. So far Master Wayne and Batman had avoided running off the deep end but Alfred watched both closely. He was surrounded by people with interesting fascinations. He wondered if Julia knew her limits better than Bruce. Probably not if she ended up in this desperate state. Well if he could look after someone as unintentionally self destructive as Master Wayne and Batman he supposed he could handle Julia.
He wasn't ready to sort through his feelings at suddenly becoming a father. He was just taking everything in stride at the moment. He relied on his good sense of humor to pave the way.
He grinned devilishly at "Brucey", starting at Master Wayne in amusement. No, somehow he doubted that would be a name Master Wayne would tolerate.
Sperm donor? He smiled wryly. Perhaps she had inherited some of her mother's brusqueness and lack of tact. At least she wasn't a cowed sheep. She was very liberal with her choice of words.
He grinned. "I'd say you could call me whatever you pleased but I have to admit I'm not too fond of the name Sperm Donor," he said, amused. "Alfred. Mr. Pennyworth. Father. Dad. Any of these are fine. Anything else you'll have to run by me," he said with another wry smile. The girl must be a devil with nicknames.
He'd need to talk to Master Wayne privately at some point. If she was as well versed with the underworld as she said, intelligent, and crafty she might notice things Master Wayne would prefer she didn't. And her obsession with poisons...While potentially useful was also potentially dangerous. He'd have to keep an eye on that. Although she hadn't admitted to her obsession he could tell it ruled her based on how often her eyes flicked back to her suitcases when she seemed uncomfortable. She'd look at them and be instantly calmed. While that wasn't necessarily a bad thing as it was clear the girl needed comfort, he'd be lying if he said it didn't trouble him. Poisons could be deadly and used to terrible ends. Of course some of Master Wayne's obsessions were deadly too. So far Master Wayne and Batman had avoided running off the deep end but Alfred watched both closely. He was surrounded by people with interesting fascinations. He wondered if Julia knew her limits better than Bruce. Probably not if she ended up in this desperate state. Well if he could look after someone as unintentionally self destructive as Master Wayne and Batman he supposed he could handle Julia.
He wasn't ready to sort through his feelings at suddenly becoming a father. He was just taking everything in stride at the moment. He relied on his good sense of humor to pave the way.
