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I’m Batman (HP Xover) C7
🕑 Added 2022-05-12 05:28:02 +0000 UTCAs soon as those words left Bruce’s mouth, the hospital room became deathly silent. Alfred couldn’t help but react with a look of absolute shock and surprise.
“C-Can you repeat that, Young Master Bruce? I think I may have misheard you...” Alfred asks, not sure if he actually heard those words come out of the 10-year-olds mouth.
Alfred has only been in the service of the Wayne family for a couple of years, but he has never heard this little boy speak anything like this before.
He’s never even seen Bruce act so serious and stoic as he is at this very moment.
“I said, I want the man that killed my parents dead.” Bruce’s eyes still haven’t left Alfreds as he speaks the words a 10-year-old should never say.
“Do you understand what you’re saying?” Alfred asked incredulously.
“As I said before, I remember more than I let on to Officer Gordon. I may not remember almost all of my life, but I do remember what happened that night.” Bruce uses his acting skills to the max as frustration plays out on his young face.
“Bruce, I don’t think this is a good way of handling thi...” Alfred takes a seat on the side of Bruce’s hospital bed and tries to steer him in the right direction, but he’s cut off almost immediately.
“I remember everything, Alfred!” Bruce exclaims with as a small number of tears begin to fall down his face. ‘I didn’t know I was such a good actor. I don’t think I can squeeze out many more tears though.’
“Y-Young Master Bruce...” Alfred felt truly lost for words.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Bruce turned away, looking out the window as the sun began to set.
“He killed them, Alfred.” Bruce’s voice starts as a whisper but slowly builds as he continues to speak. “They gave him everything he asked for and he killed them for it.”
“Bruce, your parents were good people.” Alfred says as he wipes a stray tear from his eye. “They wouldn’t want you to even think about killing someone.”
“My parents are dead, Alfred. They don’t want anything anymore.” Bruce pulls out a line he remembered hearing in a movie in his past life.
“...” Alfred remained silent this time as he found it hard to refute what his young charge was saying.
Seeing that he was getting somewhere with this, Bruce knew it was time to put the cherry on top.
“You know what he did after shooting my father? He smiled, a big happy smile as if he was having the time of his life. I was so scared that I couldn’t even move or make a sound.” Bruce explains as he turns and looks back into Alfred's eyes.
He could see the sadness and shame, along with many other negative emotions, in his butler's facial expressions.
After a long silence between the two, the room became dark as the sun fully set. Noticing this, Alfred sighed tiredly and stood up from his seat on the bed.
“I-I need to think about this.” Alfred says as he walks to the door. “I’m sorry Young Master Bruce.”
As Alfred reaches for the door and unlocks it with a click, Bruce hit him with one more line.
“I know his name.” Hearing this, Alfred freezes with his hand still on the lock of the door.
“How?” Alfred asked, not looking back or taking his hand off the door.
“He introduced himself.” Bruce replies as more tears cloud his vision.
“W-Why?” Alfred whispers as a lightbulb goes off in his mind. ‘He was planning on killing them from the very beginning...’
*Click*
Alfred re-locks the door and turns to face Bruce, who is still sitting up in his hospital bed with a few tears rolling down his cheeks.
“What’s his name?” Alfred asks with a murderous look on his face.
This was the look of a hardened soldier that has killed more people than he can remember.
“I’ll tell you, but first you have to promise to help me. I know my limits. I’m just a child and it would be stupid for me to go off looking for this guy. I need someone that can help me.” Bruce bargains as he stares straight into Alfred's eyes.
“Even if I do agree, how do you think we are going to be able to do this?” Alfred asks as if he wasn’t an extraordinary soldier and Bruce wasn’t the heir to a billion-dollar company.
He was smart because Bruce technically isn’t supposed to know those things.
From what he’s gathered since waking up, Bruce is only supposed to know that his family is famous and wealthy.
“We’ll figure that out once we find him. Now, are you in or not?” Bruce asked.
He’s really risking it right now, but if Bruce’s going to live the way he wants then this is the first step.
He’s mainly going off what he knows of Alfred from media in his old world and the little he’s seen in this one.
Bruce is direly hoping that he doesn’t scare Alfred away. He would hate to lose such a valuable person.
In his opinion, Batman without his trusty Butler would be a huge travesty.
The room became silent once again, as Bruce simply stared at Alfred, waiting for his answer.
“...” Alfred's mind was moving a mile a minute as he contemplated what to do or say.
Soon, the need for vengeance took over as Alfred finally opened his mouth.
“I’m in.”
(A/N: I plan to write chapter 8 before going to sleep later, so expect that later.)
