A Bat and a Butler

Random one shot drabbles about Bruce and Alfred from Bruce's birth up until he adopted Dick.

Rated T for language and sexual references.

I do not own Batman or anything related (if I did I'd be getting paid for this and I'd kill the New 52 and put the Batfam back together).

Chapter 1: Hired

Alfred's POV

I gazed up at the enormous mansion. Wayne Manor… I pity the man that will have to clean this house. I adjusted my tie before raising my fist to knock. Before I could, the door was opened by a woman around my age.

"Oh! Excuse me, I nearly walked into you!" She exclaimed as I took note of her blonde hair and blue eyes.

"No, Madame… It was my fault entirely… Are you Martha Wayne?"

"Heaven's no. I'm Leslie Thompkins. I run a clinic in downtown Gotham and I'm the Wayne's personal physician."

"A pleasure, I am Alfred Pennyworth." I replied taking her hand as I noticed her blush.

"Pennyworth… Oh dear. I'm sorry about your father. He was a fine man."

"Thank you… If you would be so kind, where might I find Thomas Wayne?"

"He's in his study. I'll take you to him." She replied.

I followed her through the elaborate manor. Eventually, we reached the second floor and I was admitted into Mr. Wayne's office.

He had dark hair and eyes. He was a rather large man. He was a skilled surgeon with a billion dollar company that had been within their family for generations.

"Thomas, this is Alfred Pennyworth." Dr. Thompkins stated before departing.

We shook hands before he clasped my shoulder and said, "Your father was a great man… He practically raised me since coming to work for my father when I was only six. Even when my father passed on, your father remained at my side when I needed him most… I offer my sincerest condolences."

"Thank you… And I offer my gratitude for you allowing his body to be flown back to England."

"Of course… I'm glad you could make it. He once told me you were in the service."

"MI6 to be exact… I was also with the military for a while as a surgeon."

"That is quite impressive… What are you doing now?"

"My mother wrote me and asked me to come home in order to help with the funeral preparations… You see, my father left England to come to America to work so our family would have a better life."

"Well, if your family needs any monetary support, money is no objection." He sincerely replied.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Of course… I wrote your mother and asked her to come in order to collect some of your father's things. However, she sent you in her place… Is she well?"

"She is well. She is needed at home to care for my siblings."

"And how many siblings do you have?"

"Seven."

He whistled before replying, "That is quite the number."

"It is and I am most anxious to return home to care for them."

"Oh then, we'll get started immediately."

********Break********

Just as we had finished gathering my father's things, a crack of thunder was heard only to be followed by an enormous flash of lightning. Rain began to beat against the mansion.

"I didn't think the storm would start for another hour or two. You're more than welcome to stay the night, Alfred."

"Thank you, sir. It seems I have no other choice."

A few minutes later, I was shown to a room.

"I hope you'll find everything to your liking… You're more than welcome to join us for dinner… It won't be much though. Our chef can't make it due to the storm."

"Not to worry, if you'll show me to the kitchen, I'm sure I can manage something."

********Break********

"Alfred, this soup is excellent!" Mr. Wayne exclaimed as a woman suddenly appeared in the dining room.

I took note of her dark hair and striking blue eyes as we swapped introductions. I couldn't help but notice how much she was showing. Her baby could be due any day now. I pulled out a chair for her and she sat down as I placed a bowl in front of her.

"Why Alfred, this is delicious!" she exclaimed.

********Break********

A few hours later, we all retired for the night. I had only slept for a couple of hours when I heard a woman screaming coming from within the house. I leapt up and hurried towards the source of the noise.

"Alfred! It's time! We can't get to the hospital and the doctor won't get here in time!" Mr. Wayne screamed.

"Then, I'll need water, towels, a knife, surgical gloves-"

"What!"

"I'll need those items now!"

********Break********

I watched the new parents holding their son… A baby with a full head of black hair and his mother's eyes, but his father's features. Bruce Thomas Wayne.

A few hours later, the doctor arrived. Mr. Wayne pulled me over to the side as the doctor cared for his wife and newborn son.

"Alfred, thank you for everything… How many babies have you actually delivered?"

"Just one." I replied as he blinked.

"So I see… Would you like a job?"