#alfred pennyworth

[noka-exe]

doomed family

[casscainmainly]

Together.

Batgirl (2000) #67 // Batgirl (2000) #27 // Batgirl (2000) #18 // Batman and Robin: Eternal #3 // Truth & Justice #16 // Batman & The Outsiders (2019) #9 // Batgirl (2000) #29 // Batgirl (2000) #60 // Batgirl (2008) #6 // Batgirl (2000) #59 + Batgirl (2024) #3

[everwalldigan]

Bruce is canonically the type of parent that would buy something in bulk for his kids if they said they liked it ONCE and I think that’s beautiful. He’s definitely the biggest supporter of safe foods and always makes sure there some in stock. Like when Alfred’s there he usually takes care of most of the groceries but Bruce will go to the store and just buy out their whole stock of a type of food just cause dick just remarked that it tasted good at dinner. It’s not available in the local grocery stores? He’s single handedly mass importing to America.

[incorrectbatfam]

batkids reactions to TikTok ban

Alfred: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of somebody who has been like another member of our family. Somebody who lifted our spirits in times of need and provided advice in times of crisis. Our very own TikTok.

Steph, in a black veil: *weeping*

Tim: *hugs her*

Duke, wistfully: I can still hear its AI voice.

Barbara: Shh, it's okay.

Bruce: May I say a few words?

Alfred: Of course.

Bruce: I didn't know TikTok well, and that is a regret I will carry for the rest of my days. But the way my family interacted with it, it's like it became a Robin on its own. I may not have much to say, but I will always remember the one-of-a-kind way it told Reddit stories on top of Subway Surfers.

Jason, angry: It should've been me, damn it!

Bruce: On behalf of all Americans, I would like to send my condolences to the Europeans, whose feeds will be dry without us. I would also like to send our regards—and data—to China, who has been supporting us through this difficult time. In lieu of flowers, please sign up for RedNote.

Cass, nodding: Anything but Meta.

Dick: That's right. We'll figure it out together.

Kate: *bursts in*

Kate: We have a situation.

Dick: What's up?

Kate: TikTok's back.

Steph: *screams*

Tim: Don't mind her. It's always a shock to the widows. What happened, Kate?

Kate: Lazarus Pit? Flashpoint? Who knows. The point is, TikTok is back.

Dick: That's fantastic!

Kate: I wouldn't celebrate so fast. It's back, but it's different.

Bruce: What do you mean?

Kate: We have to proceed with caution. TikTok is in its Red Hood era and the League of Assassins just scooped it up.

Bruce: You heard her. To the Batcave!

[thatcutenerdygirl]

Alfred... Why are you so nice?

[kenwio]

Joker's kid! reader x batfamily

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Author's note: I've been reading a lot of batfam x reader, and today I got this idea in my mind. I don't know if someone wrote something similar, and I apologize if so.

Warnings: English is not my first language, and it may contain grammar mistakes.

All in all, it's just a quick sketch I wanted to share with the world. I hope you will enjoy reading it. And I may write something more on this.

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Joker's kid! reader, who hates his father, because he never cared, he sees you as his pawn, way to lure Batman in

Joker's kid! reader, who, without any connection to the real world, understands, that the way Jokers acts is just not right

Joker's kid! reader, who barely has any sanity and has so many mental issues, that they don't even know how to untangle their emotions or what they feel

Joker's kid! reader, who hopes that one day, Batman would put their dad into the prison for good. But this hope is crushed every time more with every Joker's escape from prison

Joker's kid! reader, who hoped that his mother would take them with her, but when she never did, was too busy with building her new life. After that, they started to think that they were too much of the burden

Joker's kid! reader, who has to hide in the corners of the crime alley, because they have nowhere to go until Joker breaks out and find them again. They are so scared, hungry, cold, but they know there is practically nothing they can do

Joker's kid! reader, who is afraid of Batman. They themselves saw how many times their father. Yet, they can't help but feel something light bubbling in their chest as they look at him.

Joker's kid! reader, Who is weirded out by how Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood and Nightwing act around batman, but they found themselves fascinated by it

Joker's kid! reader, who saw and decided to follow Batman out of desperation. They just wanted to this all end, and at least, Batman could do that, they saw her

Joker's kid! reader, who was scared by how long Batman was silent, how he stared at them. How he crouched down to their level. It felt like he was looking in their soul. Of course he knows who their are, he just never expected them to come to him. They may never know, but he was so relived to see that the this kid was not following their father.

Joker's kid! reader, who was shocked by how gentle Batman's voice sounded, how gently he put his hand on the shoulder, how he led them to his batmobile, how he gently buckled up their belt, how he put blanket on them (why would Batman have a spare blanket in the batmobile?).

Joker's kid! reader, who had to spend so much time in the medbay, not only because they were malnourished, but because they had so much health issues.

Joker's kid! reader, who is visited by Batman on many occasions, and were shocked by his care. Why he was so caring? Gentle? Was it a part of some elaborate scheme?

Joker's kid! reader, who had to learn identity of Batman and batfamily, because they would be moved to the manor. At one hand, it was a good change, but they were so scared.

Joker's kid! reader, who recives unpleasant glances from all the family: Dick looks at them like they are sick animal, Jason looks like their are a ticking bomb, Tim like they are remnants of his nightmares, Damian like they are disgusting criminal.

Joker's kid! reader, who think they all will hate them more because they keep breaking things (they just don't know how to use them). Alfred looks at them with such an intense gaze, that they couldn't help but shiver.

Joker's kid! reader, who looks at interactions between Bruce and wounders if this is how familiar is? Is it supposed to be warm like this? Is that care? Is that what happiness is?

Joker's kid! reader, who thinks that they are so out of place. They do not deserve this, not after what their father has done.

Joker's kid! reader, who just want to have be a part of family too

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Thank you so much for reading! Please, feel free to share your opinions. I hope you have a good day!

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Alfred, they all love you

I imagine alfred combed all the robins' hair in the middle section since they were kids (and they're still doing it) only damian's the only one who's been able to escape this fate

[residentwordsofaffirmationdealer]

my fave damian wayne panels from batman and robin

and an additional panel not of damian but of the bats and birds playing with his pets

[why-i-love-comics]

Batman & Robin: Year One #4 (2025)

written by Mark Waid art by Chris Samnee & Matheus Lopes

[e-m-inem]

I think everyone underestimates the amount of networking and actual ceo-ing Bruce has to do to keep up his image and no it's not just 'Throw a Gala every now and then'.

Where is Bruce's monthly book club? His golf days with other old rich men that he absolutely guilts into putting the corrupt money back into charity?

His kids?

Business asshole Tim™ who gives the corrupt assholes (everyone, essentially) roundabout advice that means the corrupt money is actually benefitting society one way or another.

Jason, legally dead, is usually there at the fancy rich people events, but usually disguised as security or more commonly you'd find him working with Alfred and acting as one of the wait staff.

He also helps Steph.

Steph, known public menace™ goes around breaking up business deals and the silent truces that are not so well hidden.

Cass and Duke, lesser known public menaces™: also help Steph.

Cass, like Jason, eavesdrops and reports back to Steph and Duke who actually make use of the information.

Duke takes advantage of being new to all this and plays naïve, saying the acquired information to the wrong people and making some innocent suggestions.

Anyone brave enough to speak to Damian about his animals gets a rundown of all the Wayne pets and ends with them submitting a donation of a Damian approved amount to an animal charity

And Dick. Richie Wayne.

.

I can't properly think of anything for him, he would do everything everyone else does and then some probably. In fact, he was probably the one who gave everyone their little schticks and mini missions in Galas

[the-deadrobin]

SEVERAL THINGS CRUSHED ME, HERE-

Also "mixture of delight and despair" has become Bruce's thoughts for all his children at this point.

Also, also, "Good Soldier" EXCUSE ME😭😭 DESTORY ME, WHY DONT YOU? Especially since Alfred is the one that put that plaque, oh me oh my, this is quite saddening.

Freshly adopted Jason, who is so used to taking care of his mother that the first morning in the manor, he wakes up in early hours to cook for Bruce, too.

Logically speaking, he understands that Bruce doesn't need it — he is a healthy adult, and they have Alfred — but it is six in the morning, and his mind is foggy, so he just follows his instincts. Maybe he does not even realise that mom is not here, after all.

Alfred finds him in the weakly dimmed kitchen when he finishes his walk around the Manor before starting with his chores. He is amused at first, stopping quietly behind the child. He is doing great (that's a surprise since Dick intentionally just stirred more trouble), and Alfred can't help but smile a little.

'Good morning, master Jason. If you are hungry, you should wake me up the next time. I promise to take care of you.'

Jason blinks owlishly, still awfully sleepy. His eyes are barely opened, his hands working on the automat.

'Breakfast,' he mumbles, frowning a little. 'For mom- I mean, for dad.'

Alfred's smile falters. His original impression shifts in a late realisation.

Oh.

'Master Jason, you shouldn't really-'

'Finished,' he yawns, putting a one — just one, nothing for himself at all — plate in front of Alfred.

It is a very simple dish, scrambled eggs with some black paper and toasted bread — but not even made in a toaster, just on the pan; this kid probably doesn't know how to use toasters. It smells nice, Alfred compliments mentally.

'Can you-' He yawns. 'Pass to-'

And then little Jason falls asleep helplessly, falling right in Alfred's arms. He catches him, of course. This boy weighs nothing at all.

'Hey, Al,' Bruce sticks his head in the kitchen, no less sleepy. 'What is going on?'

Alfred explains to Bruce what happened, and he is no less distraught. He helps him to put Jason in the bed and eats all the breakfast he prepared, with a mixture of delight and despair.

And when Jason wakes up, embarrassed by the faint memories of the early morning, Alfred puts a big plate in front of him, filled with so much food that his big blue eyes light up instantly.

'Bon appetite, master Jason,' he smiles. 'Your cooking had passed my personal standards for a cook. You are a good soldier.'

Jason giggles, his mouth already stuffed with bacon.

'That I am.'

And that he always will be.

[frownyalfred]

if someone tried to flirt with Alfred to fuck with Bruce not only would Alfred see it coming from a mile away he would verbally eviscerate them before leaving them standing there bewildered with a cup of tea too hot to drink,

person before: haha wouldn’t it be funny if I flirted with his butler? that would be so funny

person after getting verbally eviscerated by Alfred in that slutty little vest: do I…do I want to fuck the butler now???

[fuk3d]

A Moment In Time

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warning(s): Mentions of neglect, verbal abuse, and self-doubt.

Word Count: 1,074

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time getting back into writing fanfic since 2016 LMAOOO. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this is pure shit so pls feel free to give me constructive criticism. AND PLEASE TELL ME IF THERE'S MISTAKES CUZ THATS EMBARRASSING HAHA. Also writings cringe as hell so soz.

The Wayne resident felt empty, soulless, cold, and you couldn't bare the stillness of it all. So you step out onto the balcony, coffee in hand with the chilling air biting at your fingers harshly. You absentmindedly sipped on your coffee, the warm sensation from your cup steadily combating the freezing cold. The garden's atmosphere was filled with tranquility, the sun's rays slowly touching everything in its path. 

If only it could be like this forever.

You breathe in a shaky sigh and flutter your eyes to a gentle close, small puffs of air exit your mouth as you exhale out slowly. This would be the last time you’ll be gazing down at the alluring range of flowers scattered across the garden, its colours radiating brightly from the warm sunrise as it gently caressed the horizon. You can’t help but think back to all of your greatest achievements, your not so finest moments, and the bitter reminder of lonely memories that are left dormant inside your mind.

What more could I have done? Why didn’t I try harder? Why? Why, why, why, wh-

“Young (Name)? Are you alright? It’s cold out there, you should come back inside, where it’s warm.” Your eyes snap back open and you turn your body to face your family butler, Alfred. You blink, then you blink again, until you sputter out your reply with a wobbly smile. “Alfred! I’m- I’m fine, I just wanted to have my coffee out on the balcony.” ‘one last time’.

You turn to breathe in the fresh air for the final time before leaving the balcony area in silence. Today is your 18th birthday, and yet it doesn’t feel like it. A birthday is supposed to be a milestone, something to be celebrated with friends and family, with loved ones.

You shake yourself out of your stupor, a shudder leaves your lips, the icy temperature sending chills throughout your body. You find yourself sitting down near the kitchen table, your lukewarm coffee still in hand. And Alfred all but quietly makes your favourite breakfast, just how you’ve liked it for the last 18 years of your life. It’s been hard, you think to yourself. The unwarranted isolation from Bruce, the hurtful, cut-throat words thrown towards you from Damian as if you were a burden, the excuses from Dick, claiming he already had plans made so “Maybe next time! Yeah?”. And you remember so vividly of Jason pushing you away, as if the bond you two shared didn’t matter anymore. The fond memories, the time spent together, gone, just like that after he had died.

And how could you forget about Tim? Or about Cass, Barbara, Stephanie, and Duke? None of them rarely ever put in the effort to spend even a fraction of their time with you. But it doesn’t matter to you, right? No, not even a single bit, you don’t care anymore; of course you don’t care! Because you’re done, you’re done being in the shadows, done being stuck within those four tiny walls that had been called ‘your room’, and done with not being anyone's choice, especially not even your fathers. 

Even so, that's not true is it? You can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to yourself. You do care, and it stings because you’ve been caring up until you forced yourself not to anymore.

With your heart held heavy in your chest, an indescribable ache creeps up your throat as you recount the gut-wrenching memories that you struggle to desperately shake from your head, your now empty cup sits cold on the table in front of you. 

“Breakfast served.” Alfred slides a plate of your favourite in front of you. Your lips are stretched into a light smile, yet it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thank you Alfred..” You say before the both of you are engulfed in comfortable silence. You eat your breakfast at a comfortable pace, savouring the delectable taste that fills your mouth before inevitably finishing your breakfast. Your family's butler busies himself by cleaning the kitchen counter, wiping it down with careful precision before moving down to wipe down the very kitchen table you sit at. “Hey, uhm Alfred?” You speak up before you can even stop yourself, the words stumbling out in a fervent storm. 

“Will you miss me when I move out?” Alfred can only stop and look at you, really look at you. And from the looks of it, you appear collected, indifferent even, but to your butler he notices nearly everything about you. The way you play with your hair when you’re nervous, or how you fiddle with your fingers when you’re uncomfortable and the slight furrow of your eyebrows as you concentrate. So you can’t help but shrink just a little at his expression, his features showing no emotion for you to understand what he’s feeling. 

“I know you’re busy assisting the families business with… their nightly duties and... and I realise I’ve been such a burden to you and the family, but I know I’ll miss you the most out of everyone so-” 

you’re abruptly cut off by the shuffling of Alfred’s feet walking towards you, his arms enveloping you into a hug. A hug that was desperately needed and long overdue. You reciprocate Afred’s action’s and tightly wrap your arms around him, your hands scrunching up Alfred’s uniform because of how hard your hands are balled up into fists. You’re stunned, too puzzled to speak as Afred’s begins to speak. 

“You will be missed dearly Young [Name]. You’re smile, you’re creativity, you’re ideas, our time together; I’ll miss all of these things, those moments that we have.” a pleasant warmth settles within you, Alfred’s hand makes its way to the back of your head, bringing you to his chest as he pats gently. It’s barely audible but it's there, a small sniffle once, twice, then a series of them start to fill the empty rooms' quietness. Tears start to well up within your tear ducts except you refuse to let them fall despite a few already running down your face. You cry, you just feel so scattered and a bit of a mess right now as your tears and snot stain Alfred's clothes.

You let yourself be in the moment, you let down your walls and stripped away the hard exterior around your heart. You’re vulnerable and…  it feels great. 

For once you feel relieved. Happy.

Credit to @adornedwithlight!

End Note: Just to rephrase, this is my first time getting back into writing fan-fiction so I'm rusty asf lol. And any writers that have been doing this for way longer than me, please give me some tips or advice on how I can improve my own writing LMAOO.

[batfamilyzine]

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Nobody does Batfam antics like the talented @noka-exe. We're thrilled to introduce them as our incredible guest page artist! 🦇🌟

[danilights2021]

WOW🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Fenton-Wayne CousinAU

Au where the Fentons and the Waynes are cousins, not close but like 3rd cousins. Still, one day Jack is looking through old family memorabilia and sees a single picture of Bruce, immediately he’s like let’s go visit!

Cue impromptu trip to Gotham! And luckily, and I do mean luckily, Jazz looks up the family on the way and has to viciously remind Jack not to mention the parents that Jack did not know were dead.

No dear, not even as ghosts.

And when they get there, Bruce is surprised by the ‘random family members’ but Alfred says it’s true, they’ve met once before as children.

And Brucie Wayne comes out in full force because literally there is a living source of prime material he can use at the next gala just traipsing through his house.

And the Fenton kids are wholly expecting to bond with the Wayne brood about their ditsy, himbo father. And the Waynes are like no Bruce is actually smart, it’s not like a shared family trait like you think-

But the fentons are like:

Danny and Jazz: yeah, Dad’s smart about specific stuff. Just deep, deep, DEEP, down. But he’s pretty obsessive about one or two things.

Waynes: oh?

Danny: yeah, you mention ghosts or fudge and he’s just whoosh, gone.

Jack, running from the other room: FUDGE GHOST?!

Jazz: No, dad just talking about you, you can go back to the kitchen.

Jack: *leaves*

Jazz: So what about your dad?

Waynes:……..

Waynes: .. . Orphans?

Bruce, randomly entering: Was I needed?

*cue collective spittake*

[the-flying-robins]

No nuance poll!!

I'd love to hear your reasoning in the tags!