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mr007pennyworth · 3 years

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Alfred/Diana - Headcannon

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I had an interesting conversation with a friend last night about how we pictured the idea of the Alfred and Diana relationship.

Now it's an odd one on my behalf you see because they don't do things as you'd expect with Bruce/Diana, the whole scenario that encompasses them is vastly more mature and for lack of a better description, slow burn.

It all starts, with Diana.

Its been fourth months after Superman is back and she’s travelling again. But this time, the calm she’d held on to before the fight that had her wandering for peace, has left her, she restless and she’s unable to find the feeling again. Her composure is degrading and she’s jumping between city’s hotels and far off lodges trying to find something that she isn’t sure exists.

The world of man is infuriating and she finds she need something, something she isn’t sure it can offer, its worrying.

It’s a plane trip later she finds herself in a plane on her way back to New Jersey.

She’s no idea why, but something is telling her to return to Gotham.

The drab city is still raining, still grey, but it’s not bustling like Metropolis or Las Vegas. There’s more water on the pavement than there is chatter.

Bruce is happy to see her, turns out Barry’s here, he’s been around quite a bit actually he asks for to stay for dinner, they start talking ‘shop’.

It’s pleasant. But until she hears the familiar tinkle of a tray being put down she doesn’t realized she’s missed Gotham until she see’s Alfred.

The greying Butler hasn’t changed, he’s still dry witted, still composed, still smartly dressed if not country wise, still casually berating Bruce under his breath and still shaking his head and tutting like an exasperated father. Which she guesses, he more of less , is.

When she eventually makes her way over to the tea tray once she's finished the first cup, she finds herself recalling Alfred showing her how to ‘make’ tea all those months ago. She finds herself, asking him, to show her again.

It’s there she suddenly finds the feeling. The feeling settles in her stomach and she can’t keep the smile off her face as he walks away with a cheeky ‘leave it to mash’. His voice.

The calm has returned and she suddenly finds she’d hadn’t realized she’d missed Alfred until he was right here beside her.

Dinner was amazing, she doesn't usually eat as much but Alfred’s cooking always made her eat double. She stays the fortnight, drinks tea and eat toast with Alfred at one in morning as they watch Bruce run about Gotham on the computer, she watches Alfred tinkering, they talk, they joke, they discuss life and she finds there isn’t anything about Alfred she doesn't like, even his parental hovering is adorable. She grows use to breakfast, lunch and afternoon tea. Misses it almost as soon as she leaves.

She back to traveling a few weeks later, before she knows it two more months have passed and she only ends up returning to Gotham when she hears there’s been an attack on the lakehouse, Alfred got hurt.

Diana only realizes she’s there when she’s dropping a travel bag on the marble floor of the lakehouse and staring Bruce down for an explanation. Bruce doesn’t hang about, he’s late for work, Alfred’s in the guest room bed resting.

It’s a small but well placed stab wound. Enough that a seventy one year old veteran found that he couldn’t ignore at the end of the fight. A&E, stitches, a few nights in the hospital and he was into Bruce's care. Good luck with that, the boy tried, he eventually made a cuppa properly and had no problems helping Alfred in and out of bed. He had no bedside manners to speak of but he was gentle, mostly from regret but Alfred took what he could.

Diana finds herself at a loss before she plans. Alfred can’t make Bruce dinner, can’t clean, he can’t do his job and she knows he’ll fret and panic and Bruce will make this worse, he can’t help it. He just does.

She’s done all this human stuff before, shopping, cooking, cleaning. Its easy, its pants easy. Its’ so easy, it’s calming and she finds herself happy to have something to do that's so mundane all of sudden. Although, its not Bruce she cares about, he’s just part of the package. The painkillers knock Alfred out enough that she can go about most of the time without worry, she helps him sit up to eat and bed baths him no matter his protests, he’d do the same for her, she notes, he’d not hesitate to help should she ask so she is determined to show she’d do him the same.

It’s late one night that Alfred is on the sofa infront of the fire something changes, it’s been three weeks and Diana is still at the lakehouse, it’s become her job to argue with Bruce about fights and chaos and clean blood up, it has become Alfred’s job to sit, drink tea and watch it all play out. Diana finds herself at wits end and dubs Bruce ‘an annoying little brother’ that very night. Alfred snort but doesn't say anything. Diana laughs to herself before setting to change Alfred's bandages, it had become infected twice, had to be reopen already to be cleaned and redone. Its depressing the Butler and making him feel his age but Diana’s presence is massive help to his recovery.

There standing outside the bedroom when it happens. Diana trying convince Alfred to stay in Bruce’s room, Alfred trying to convince her he’s fine and she should retire herself. His hand sits on her hip, her hand on his arms when she notes how strong they feel. Alfred’s looking at her in a way she can’t describe, its not heated as such, nor longing or even hinting at what he’s really thinking, its perhaps curious before he speaks. “Are you okay?”

Diana finds those words sting, soothe and twist all at once. She swallows and looks up, no one asks her that, she’s a goddess for gods sake, she’s always supposed to be okay right?

Alfred clearly thinks not.

“I am with you” is all she can find to say and Alfred looks to the bedroom.

Its an unspoken question. But Diana doesn’t stop him when he nudges her through the door and shuts it behind them.

Nothing happens. I don’t know what you expect but it’s routine and calm, she showers, Alfred waits on the bed, she gets in, asks with nothing but her eyes whether he was going to change, his waist coast and shirt comes off, boots obviously, but remains on top of the covers as she settles into his side as he lays down, he reaches for the light on the side, the room goes dark, she can feel his heart beat under her palm and Diana after that night finds she might struggle to sleep alone again.

She flits in and out of Gotham for over a year. Mostly to visit Alfred, finds after every visit she’s eager to get back. But she can’t stay, she likes to move and Alfred has nothing to say but ‘We’ll see you later’ as if he knows she’ll always come back.

Bruce invites her to dinner one day, its romantic, mushy, flowers, lame chat up lines and money flashing. It feels wrong. Don't get her wrong Bruce is okay, he’s a nice enough idiot. He’s not Steve but nor is he Alfred. He’s chaos and a burning flame, and she doesn’t need nor want that. The gala they attend is just as annoying, Bruce is primping and she’s a trophy.

She finds herself craving Alfred’s company.

The same night Bruce bring her home instead of to the hotel and she watches him get called out to fight. She wanders into the cave to see him leave and approaches Alfred who stands leaning on the worktable looking thoroughly frustrated. She knows Alfred has hopes she get with Bruce but it’s looking more every day as if they weren’t ment to be.

He hadn’t seen her go out with Bruce so when she touches his shoulder and he looks up to see her in that dress, she watches with a smile to see his eyes light up. Its a warming look, an appreciating tone as well, there’s a tick in his jaw that relaxes and his whole composure changes, the exasperated father leaves and the mild mannered butler returns, she calm him and much as he calms her.

The first kiss, isn’t all confetti cannon bright. No, it’s sudden but its tentative.

Alfred is standing with her in the kitchen, they’re somewhat discussing how Bruce is getting on there nerves. Its here where Diana finds she has a genuine bond with Alfred, over many many things not just Bruce. Its his comment about how he’s upset that the boy can’t appreciate a woman as herself properly that has her feel for the first time a actual woman. She feels wanted and its sparks something.

She suddenly needs Alfred to understand that he’s wanted as well, she wants him, she’s found she requires his voice, his care, his fuss and she can’t handle him thinking that he’s just a spare part for Bruce’s game.

Her arms are around his waist in a moment she finds her fingers curl into his waistcoat and there’s a look of confusion for a moment on the butler’s face before he holds her to his chest with a a sigh of relief, she wonder’s if he thinking she’s seeking comfort rather than trying to comfort him.

Its a very long moment before either of them move, Diana simply turns her face to look to him pretty much at the same time he does to her and their a breath apart, a breath later it’s captured in a kiss so irrefutably gentle that Alfred could have sworn it to be a dream. Until, it held, it continued, she kissed him back with a bit less questioning and he tightens his hold to just preserve the sensation. Each drag of her lips is like holy water and he’s not sure when she backed him up against the fridge. Neither of them say anything, there’s no mad declarations, not flowers, no poetic crap.

Its perfect.

Apart from a few more late night kisses and Alfred silently agreeing to sleep with her because she wanted him to be in the house and not alone. Its a close friendship that's got possible on coming benefits. Alfred doesn’t ask her out, buy her gifts nor chat her up. He simply offers support, makes dinner and keeps her feeling at home.

When the sex happens, its no emotional breakdown of rampaging passion or some porn movie bollocks. Its Bruce’s fault.

His grappling hook snaps, he not only slams into a building at speed but falls 28 feet into a skip full of bricks. Alfred had to drive out in the middle of the night to rescue his adoptive son from said skip and makeshift him to a body board and get him home, alone. Three broken ribs, broken arm, twisted ankle with plenty of bruises and a concussion, left Alfred and Bruce and down in the cave for three full days unresponsive to calls. Diana worries, she can’t help it. Neither of them have answered and she hasn’t seen any new reports. She packs and heads back, again.

When she lands back at the lake house two days after the accident, the place is dark. There’s no sign of Alfred or Bruce. The cave is locked. She pulls out the emergency key Alfred gave her and lets herself in, she turns on the lights, checks the kitchen for any sign of a note. When she see’s Bruce’s car is gone and so is his overcoat she assumes he’s out. It is half one, work?

Its when she spots a dim light coming from the guest room that she finds Alfred.

The butler is laid out on the bed, in nothing but his open shirt and boxers and looks bone deep exhausted, she shocked for a moment, surprised and it takes a second for her to enter the room fully. She hadn’t known Alfred was missing the lower half of his right leg, nor the extent of the scars, he’d never been this naked in front of her. He’s got bullet wounds, stab wounds, burn marks, old tattoos. He’s the definition of an old solider and it stings to know should a brilliant man had been hurt so much. She bites her lip when she looks back down at his leg and wonders if he’ll ever tell her what happened.

He’s unshaven, he’s somewhat clean, she can smell soap and aftershave but he’s clearly been like this a few days. She can also smell alcohol but that's to be dealt with later. Alfred’s eyes blink open when she touches his jaw. He looks confused, before it morphs into mild concern, a tinge of fear before mild resignation that it was too later to hide what she'd seen of him. A battered old dog.

Diana wanted to say something, ask questions but her mouth wouldn’t work.

Alfred wanted to get up, sort himself out, act normal but he couldn't move, he’d been strained by helping Bruce, carrying the weight of the boy wasn’t easy and his body was paying for that fact he’d spent three days on a few hours of sleep trying to patch up the Batman. Diana cleaned up the room, got him in bed, made dinner and slept with him. Bruce didn’t come home.

It was the early hours of the morning, Alfred had woken coughing and they’d been sat in bed talking as the sun rose when it happened.

Alfred's voice was sin when it was tired, so low and gravely, so strangely luring. They were so close, laid in bed like this, her head on his chest, she wasn’t sure when that happened but it had. Alfred was content to hold her.

As she traced an old scar on his torso she found herself wanting to read him. She wanted to KNOW Alfred. There was a thrumming tension to the butler’s body whether he appeared relaxed or not, it felt hot. She eventually labeled it as arousal.

It became evident as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, as she let his hands wander to her hips as she sat up, moved closer, somehow ended up in his lap. She felt herself crave his touch as his fingers brushed her thighs and she watched with a smirk as he unashamedly in that low light admired her with a heated look as if he’d never have the chance again.

“You have no idea what you do to me love” the monotone admission of Alfred’s feelings kindling the moment that became the kiss. That lead to the sheets falling from the bed. Her hands roughing through his silver hair as he spent every second of that early morning light showing her just how much he appreciated every inch of her. Featherlight kisses, a gentle touch with a calloused hand and a heavy grounding weight, a gasp, a groan, his name on her lips, a giggle and she found herself beneath him scratching at his back, before long she was breathless and admiring the stamina he showed as he drove her into pleasures she’d rarely felt. Three, four times before the sun finally made to the sky in full.

When Bruce returned, he paused in view of Diana sitting on Alfred’s knee watching as he showed her something on the computer.

Bruce didn’t say anything but offer a questionable look, Diana merely smirked and stood fetching her phone, Alfred, although nervous of the boys opinion, raised an eyebrow in challenge, he received none.

Bruce continued to try with her. She relented to play face. But it wasn’t until the moment Barry caught them snogging on the sofa and reported it to Bruce did he give up the game. Diana needed something more than him and Alfred was clearly it.

No-one ever pronounced out loud what it was. Diana never told anyone she was with Alfred, just that she wasn’t single, Alfred never claimed she was his girlfriend nor a partner, simply that he did indeed love her. Bruce never told Victor who simply fell about laughing at Bruce’s plight when he guessed from Alfred dry joke one night.

Barry told Clark who became protective, trying to see whether Diana understood the implications of having a human relationship with a man his age just as he did with Lois, the slap stung, he was afraid to admit that. She made it clear, that what it was, wasn’t clear. They loved, they lived. Alfred was frightened to commit anything and she could understand he was, his age and his life where not suitable for such things.

Diana didn’t wish to cement anything to prevent the fear that Karma may try to take it from her like before.

In the end, it was something and nothing that became all encompassing, Alfred was her calm, he was her shore. She was his spark, she was his wings.

She still travelled, she wandered. Just for something to do now, there was nothing left to find. She get back to Gotham to drop onto the sofa and lean on Alfred as he read, or as one night, bodily shove him down onto said sofa and her way with him because well, needs must and he shouldn’t look so hot in that tux.

Bruce eventually rebuilt a new manor, Diana moved in, Barry as well. Dick returned home to some surprise and they watched as Selina married the billionaire. “Alfred’s fucking an Amazonian goddess, you are aware Bruce?” was spat out across the dinner table one night as Dick decided he was fed up of Bruce questioning whether Alfred could deal with grand kids. “If he’s getting that action he can handle anything”

Diana and Selina continue to laugh about it to this day.

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