#thebatman!alfredpennyworth

[tarrenterror25]

thoughts no one asked for but my mind has no mouth and must scream

Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.1K

Tags: horror, mentions of experimentation/chemicals, medical stuff, vampirism, blood, side effects of vampirism, victims of vampirism, blood withdrawal, biting, found family

Notes: This has bounced around in my head for awhile (as with most of my thoughts) and finally I had a breakthrough with it! Not only do I love vampires, but it was inspired by me thinking about how Alfred might be with someone who needs a different kind of taking care of from the standard illness and cuts and bruises. I hope you guys like it! I wrote most of this in one sitting and it's been in the drafts for awhile so I'm finishing it up, but it's not super cleaned up or anything, just wanted to get it out the drafts finally.

Line in the moodboard is from "I'm Not A Vampire" by Falling in Reverse.

Was it desperation?

Was it curiosity?

Were you looking for a cure of some kind? Jealous of whatever breakthrough he was on the verge? Were you merely clumsy and contaminated yourself?

Whatever the reason was didn't matter anymore. All you know is that you should not have messed with Kirk Langstrom's work.

It changed you.

Altered you.

God, it felt like fire under your skin, in your bones. It's was like you could feel the change brewing in your insides, your blood raced through your body and you could hear it. Your pulse throbbed at the points and it felt like hammers pounding.

You went home hoping to take a few days and get over your sickness, but it only progressed. For days you were sweating, coughing, not keeping any food down, and your body was constantly cramping making you fold and want to cave in on yourself. You asked yourself if this is what dying felt like, you were in so much pain. After a week, you caved, you picked up your phone to call for help. Just before you could finish dialing the emergency number, you blacked out.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a dark alley laying on the damp ground. You sat up and found yourself covered in blood; it was on your hands, your clothes and....your chin.

A bloodied and mangled body lay next to you.

And then the Batman showed up.

You were hysterical when he found you and he explained that you had been on the hunt for weeks now, feeding on the citizens of Gotham, lurking in the shadows, and evading him. You thought he would hurt you, arrest you, but what you didn't expect was for him to help you up and take you back to his home.

The Batman, Bruce Wayne, was and is still convinced he can help you, cure you, it'll just take some time, until then you've been at Wayne Tower recovering from your prolonged frenzied episode of draining Gothamites of their blood.

Enter Alfred Pennyworth.

When Bruce brought you to his home, he set you on a table in the batcave and the butler set aside his cane and immediately rolled up his sleeves to get to work on you.

The first few days at the Wayne home were tough; Alfred watched over you since Bruce was busy moonlighting as a vigilante. The butler set you up in a guest room to recover.

He kept a journal on a nearby end table in your room where he would take notes on your condition. He asked you standard medical questions, jotted down some observations, it was all very clinical and made you feel like....well, like a monster.

"Is...all of that really necessary?" you ask from where you sit up in the bed. "Well, if we are to cure you, then yes," Alfred replies matter of factly. "How come you never ask me anything else?" "What do you mean?" he asks placing his hands behind his back and looking to your curiously. "Like...how my day is? Or about the weather? Just...normal stuff." His brow quirks up a bit and he closes the journal, removing his glasses as he looks to you. He says, "Miss, you have been in this room for the past few days and as the one tasked with watching over you, I know very well how your day is and as for the weather, Gotham isn't known for its varying climate apart from the rain and fog, so not exactly a riveting topic." You actually chuckle at his snark and he smiles seeing that you take to his style of humor. "Then I'll ask about you then," you say.

From then, Alfred would come in, take his notes and make sure to sit with you to chat with you about...well, anything.

As for your vampirism, Bruce and Alfred were able to make note of your symptoms and condition: No sunlight. It won't disintegrate you like in the movies, but some component from Langstrom's formula made you susceptible to it. It hurts the hell out of your eyes, like they'll melt right out of their sockets and it makes your skin crawl, like a violent itch that's inside you. Artificial lights are okay, but it still hurts your eyes so Alfred keeps the curtains drawn in your room and tries to keep the rest of the home dimly lit if you're up and about. This does mean you've become a bit of a night owl. They found that you can see much better in the dark than the average human. In fact, all of your senses were heightened, not to superhuman levels, but far more than the average person. Also, yes, you indeed had fangs. They ache when you hunger and elongate. When they aren't out, they are still quite prominent in your mouth. You practice in the mirror talking in a way that doesn't bare them too much.

You don't have super strength, but you're stronger than you should be. Alfred came into your room and discovered "claw" marks on the wood floors. This was during the end of your first week when your withdrawal was setting in.

Blood.

Bruce and Alfred discovered that unfortunately you needed a sizeable intake of human blood in order to stay sane and lucid otherwise you would frenzy again. The pair was doing all they could to find a decent substitute, but you couldn't keep any of it down.

Finally, Bruce had to cave, you couldn't take it anymore and you needed sustenance. He left to retrieve something for you from the local blood bank. Alfred stayed beside you until Bruce could return.

You skin is clammy, sweat covering your body, your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as the will to stay conscious and sane threatens to leave you. It's Alfred sitting in the bed with you, holding you, cradling you to him, telling you to fight your urge just a little longer that helps you stay lucid. You weakly wrap your arms around him, in tears because your body aches terribly, your teeth hurt, the root of your fangs throbbing in your gums as they beg to come out and tear into flesh. "I..I can't," you weakly say. "Yes," he says firmly as he holds you against him hoping to stifle your trembling body. "Yes, you can, just hold on a little longer." You look up at him with half lidded eyes. "I don't want to hurt you, Alfred," you plead softly. "You won't," he says firmly. The conviction in his voice, the trust he places in you wills you to hold out just that much longer. Finally, Bruce returns with sustenance for you.

Fast forward to now.

It's deemed that you aren't safe to leave the home unless it's an emergency. Bruce just doesn't want anything to happen to you or anyone else. He's not sure how tempted your condition will be to harm an innocent.

When he's able, Bruce continues working on a cure for you. In the meantime, he has finally managed to make a synthetic blood substitute for you so no more runs to the blood bank.

Alfred came to terms that you would be living with them for awhile so he's taken it upon himself to try and make you more comfortable with your condition.

You have a special part of the fridge dedicated to you. Alfred helps concoct the blood mixture and puts it into drink pouches that conceal the contents. And he was the one who suggested to Bruce to add flavor to them.

He's bought you black out curtains for your room and did his best to soundproof it a little so you won't hear him when he's bustling about doing his chores or work while you sleep.

Since he's the only person you really get to see, the two of you have grown quite close, like really close.

Alfred can't stay up for very long once the sun goes down, but he tries to for you. Since you can't really go anywhere, he's done his best to bring entertainment to you. It's become a hobby to sit on the couch together in the parlor and watch movies complete with popcorn and box candy, well, for Alfred anyways.

Human food was tricky now. Consuming it was off the table. You learned this when tried to scarf down a plate of food Alfred brought to you. It only took some ten minutes before it unceremoniously came back up. It left you in agony for a couple of days. Even tasting it was hard because it made you gag, but you could smell it. Despite not being able to consume it, you asked Alfred to teach you a few things around the kitchen.

You're a decent match at chess and since the two of you have nothing but time, you've convinced him to partake in other board/card games. There's a scoreboard on the fridge with tally marks under the three of you for each of your respective wins at Uno.

You asked Alfred if you could dive into the collection of books in the library since you're up alone at night with nothing to do. He happily obliges and eventually it becomes part of your routine for him to read to you in the morning. He wakes up, gets his morning coffee and eats breakfast just as you settle into bed for sleep. He comes to sit by your side and reads a few pages to you until you sleep.

Cooking, reading, gardening, games, and even some Batman related research, all things you and Alfred started doing together.

You physiology changed and you're kinda curious if...everything else works the same.

It does.

While sitting outside with you, soaking up the moonlight, Alfred looks at you for what feels like a minute too long to be any normal look. You find yourself glancing over at him more than usual, thighs pressing together when he gets close to you.

Alfred started off as being wary of you, but the more time he spends with you, he sees just another person, no matter the "how", a victim of circumstance. It ignites his need and desire to protect. And his kindness towards you where others would be scared has attracted you to him.

When the two of you finally admitted feelings and took things further, that's where it gets dicey.

Your first kiss with Alfred had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as soon as his lips met yours and when his hand gently found its way to your waist you had to firmly push him away.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he says. "I've crossed a line haven't I?" You just stare at him, your hand still on his chest. Some hypotheticals churn in your mind before you grasp the front of his pressed shirt and tie and pull him to you for another kiss, a little more passion this time. He's taken aback by the strength with which you pull him to you, but responds to you. As soon as his tongue meets yours, you push him back again, hang your head and shake it. "No," you say with a sigh. "Can't do that." It was...awkward to explain to Alfred that your uh, feelings down below made you feel other things as well. "It feels the same like...like when I'm hungry. Like...really hungry," you explain. "I understand," he says with a soft smile and takes your hand in his. "We'll take it slow for now? How does that sound?"

Taking it slow was...difficult.

The two of you spent more time together, did more together, and never went past a chaste kiss or a warm embrace, but in your bones you wanted more. It was started to burn you like fire.

Even when the two of you graduated to soft touches and caresses, your heart pounded fervently. You needed more, but if you became too passionate you'd frenzy. But the slow pace was agonizing and borderline felt like torture.

But Alfred's understanding; the two of you find other ways to satisfy your needs in a way that doesn't compromise either of your safeties.

You jokingly suggested wearing a gag to keep you from biting him and the two of you laughed, but then a silence fell between the two of you. You both looked at each other and blinked, silently both considering the idea.

Some days, Alfred feels thankful for your circumstance as being at the Wayne home can be lonely. He appreciates the extra company to entertain. There's a dysfunctional element to household, but it certainly is starting to feel like the makings of a family.

[batmandetektiv]

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[cannibalcoyote]

Alfred Pennyworth: Alone

Imagine your dad(Bruce Wayne) is an absolute ass, and Alfred ends up becoming your emotional support after you go through a terrible event:

- Lil warning: sexual battery, battery, kidnapping, hints alluding to rape, Bruce is an asshole, depression, thoughts of self harm -

Being the daughter of Bruce Wayne carries a lot of weight, you are expected to be great at everything, get amazing grades, have good friends, be a good person, etc, but the truth is that you can't always be that person.

Sure, I get good grades most of the time, but they never seem to be enough for dad. My friends are great and supportive, they know all about my feelings, and they never use me because of my last name, but that doesn't mean my father approves of them. And last but not least, I am who I am, I can't be the socialite and extrovert my father wants me to be, I can't dress the way he wants me to, and I can't act the way he wants me to.

This isn't done out of rebellion, I really want to be the daughter my dad wants, I want him to be proud of me, but I just feel like a hollow shell whenever I try.

———————

Today I went to hangout with some people, I decided to try and be friends with people my father has openly approved of, but everything just feels so shallow.

They all dressed fancy, most of them wearing expensive brands. I even dressed like them in an attempt to fit in, but I felt like such a fake. Remembering my fathers look of approval when he saw me and when I told him about my plans makes me push away my discomfort, just wanting to get through the day.

We had gone out to eat after school, and now were just messing around in a park. It was getting late, and I really wanted to head home, but I don't even know where I am anymore.

I'm in a group of about 5 people, 3 of them being guys and the other 2 are girls. The guys and girls are dating, so just me and this other guy are basically third wheeling. The couples want to go to the movies, but I know they are just going to be making out, so I decline, stating I'll just wait in the park for their movie to end; the other guy also declines, stating he'll also wait.

The guy - I think his name is Chase - and I went and sat on a bench near the outskirts of the park. It was really getting dark now, and I desperately wanted to go home and curl up in my bed and forget about this day, but Chase simply will not stop talking. He's actually not that annoying, and he's not half bad to look at with his brown hair swept to the side, his green eyes looking at me intently.

I stand up and Chase stops talking, his expression almost looking irritated that I interrupted.

"I think I'll be heading home now." For a moment I glimpsed anger flashing through his eyes, but it was gone just as immediately, instead being replaced by an extravagant smile.

"Sure, I'll walk you to your bus stop." I almost feel like blushing, but he probably only offered because I'm a young girl alone in Gotham at night. I smile instead, and say 'thank you' before beginning my walk to the bus stop. It's not too far, only about a half mile walk, but as we pass an alley, Chase motions for me to follow him though it, stating it was a shortcut.

I don't feel comfortable, I don't like alleys in the first place, adding in the fact that it's night makes it even worse. I go to tell Chase no, but looking into the alley I realize I can't see him anymore. Fear surges within me, is he okay? Where did he go? I hesitantly step into the alley when I hear him urgently shouting my name.

I run to his voice, hoping to see that he's okay, but as I turn into a corner within the alley I'm quickly shoved into the rough brick wall. My head is aching in pain, as well as my back. I try to shove the person away, but they secure my hands with theirs, their chest grazing against mine. I don't know what's happening, I can't tell who this is because it's so dark.

I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as one of their hands gropingly wanders over my body.

"Oh, don't tell me you're crying." That mocking voice stabs me, betrayal radiating through my bones. That voice belongs to Chase, I feel like fighting and dying at the same time.

My free hand acts without thought, a loud smack ringing through the tense silence. He seems stunned, but he soon reacts in violence as well, punching my lower abdomen, my body hunching over. He gives me no time to suffer, as he pulls my body back up, holding my face up with one hand and delivering a forceful punch with the other.

I can't remember much after that other than falling to the ground, the last thing I saw was him walking towards me with a sickening grin.

———————

Pain radiates through my body, everything ached, but my pelvis and hips felt like they were  burning. My shoulder stings, and my face felt like I had been beat; my eyes aren't even open, yet I already want to go back to sleep.

It's only when the memories of last night resurface that I jump awake, my body feels like its being torn in half, but I ignore it, instead hastily surveying my surroundings. It's still dark, though how late, I do not know.

It takes me a few more moments to realize that my clothes are strewn across the floor, it's at this moment when the sickening feeling strongly radiating through both my body and mind finally makes sense. The intense need to vomit sweeping over me.

My eyes flood with tears as I hastily put my clothes on, it hurts to move but I really need to get home. I walk to the bus stop, paranoia running rampant within me, I find myself flinching at anything and everything.

I look at the clock in the bus and realize it's 11pm, I was supposed to be home by 8pm at the latest. I look at myself through my phone camera, attempting to fix my hair and clothes so that my father doesn't realize what happened to me; knowing him he would probably just be angry with me.

I shakily exit the bus, just walking hurts so much, but I put on a neutral expression, entering my home slowly. The lights are off, maybe he went to sleep early for once?

Those thoughts of hope are sharply stripped away when the cold light filters through the room.

"Where have you been, young lady?" I lower my head subconsciously, knowing I'm in trouble. I keep myself facing the door, I don't need him seeing my tear-streaked face, he'll probably just shout at me.

"I was just hanging out with my friends." I try to make it sound like I did nothing wrong, but I know it's just making him angrier.

"You were supposed to be home by 8pm, mind telling me what you were doing till 11 at night." His tone is becoming sharper and more demanding, this tone always leads to him yelling at me. That's honestly the last thing I need him to do, but what am I going to say, 'Hey dad, will you please not yell at me?' Yah, he'll probably scream if I say that.

I maintain my silence, hoping he'll just send me to my room.

"I asked you a question." I stay silent, praying that he'll just drop the conversation.

"LOOK AT ME!" His tone is deep with anger, his shout reverberating through the halls. He slammed his hand against the door, right near my head. I jump in surprise, but refuse to look at him out of both fear and self-preservation.

I can feel his glare deepen as he backs away from me, his sigh of frustration letting me know his shouting is done.

"Go to your room, you're grounded for two months." I don't argue, I don't fight, I simply nod my head and shuffle away, trying to hide my limp as I head to my room.

It's only after sitting on my bed for a few minutes that I finally let silent tears fall. Everything I do is wrong, and the one thing I do that makes him happy ended up being the worst decision of my life.

Maybe I should just stop trying.

———————

It's around 4 in the morning, I've been trying to go to sleep, but every time I close my eyes, I think of when he... when he... oh never mind. The memories are fresh and refusing to yield, so I've taken to pacing around my room, just walking back and forth and back and forth, sometimes accidentally running into my bookshelves.

Normally on a night like this I would be tucked away reading my favorite book, but everything I do right now just feels so out of place.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that Alfred had knocked on my door and opened it when I didn't respond. I only noticed when his hand lightly touched my shoulder, which caused a massive reaction.

I almost screamed, but it came out more as a fearful whimper; my entire body jumping away, my feet taking a few steps back to gain distance. My eyes are wide and distraught, scared of who would be in my room, but I calm slightly when I realize it's only Alfred.

He looks surprised, well, that's putting it lightly. He looked more shocked at my reaction, almost looking suspiciously at me.

"Please forgive my intrusion Y/N, I simply wanted to check on you. You've been pacing for a while." His voice furthers my ease, but I also feel guilt tightening my chest. I forgot Alfred's room is below mine, I must've been walking loudly, and I guarantee that me running into a bookcase isn't quiet.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to awaken you." Alfred's always been like an uncle to me, he's helped raise me, and he's always supported me in being myself.

"Do you mind telling me about that bruise?" His question startles me, I wasn't expecting that question, mainly because I wasn't aware I had a bruise. My eyes widen, and I quickly rush away into my bathroom, turning on the lights and gazing in horror at the purple splotch that was darkly forming over my left cheekbone.

I can't handle it anymore, I lean back against the wall, covering my eyes with my hands as I cry. I slowly slide down to the floor, bending my legs up and hiding my face against them as I sob.

Alfred walks over to my clearly distraught form, kneeling down and observing me for a few seconds. It didn't take him long to put it together, the bruised face, the red marks on my wrists, my tangled hair, the fact that I had thrown away my clothes from this night and replaced them with clothes that drowned my figure.

He sighs in silent anger, not at me, but at the disgusting person that did this to me.

He slowly pulls me into his side, and I welcome his fatherly response, crying against him as he whispers to me everything will be alright.

———

I don't know how long we stayed like that until I fell asleep, awakening the next morning in bed to see a note from Alfred saying to come to the kitchen for some pain killers and an ice pack, and that we would be having a chat over breakfast.

I'm scared, scared that I'll have to relive the memories of last night, but I'm also thankful. Thankful that someone like Alfred cares about me like how my real father should.

[kaechan]

Alfred is looking so dapper and handsome I can’t....

Andy Serkis is gonna be amazing and I can’t wait. (The others guys are too but I am just ready to see Andy’s portrayal of my beloved Alfred) 

[lifeinbrick]

Pennyworth: No Way Home… The Batman spin-off nobody asked for… #lego #thebatman #batman #alfredpennyworth #brucewayne #justiceleague #batcave #dccomics #spidermannowayhome #legobatmanmovie #pennyworth #legobatman #legodccomics #legodc #legojusticeleague #legothebatman #legostagram #instalego #legophotography #legominifigures #minifigures #afol #toy #toys #toystagram #toyphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CaZifIursVz/?utm_medium=tumblr

[gothamsrobins-sj]

yes, I’ve watched ‘The Batman’ trailer over 50x by now. and yes, I will continue to watch it over and over again. It’s gonna be so good omg. <3 

[dixiecotton]

Repost from @robsfootsteps • In a new COLLIDER interview, The Batman cinematographer Greig Fraser spills some tidbits about the movie, saying that the relationship between #BruceWayne and #AlfredPennyworth will be pivotal to the film. "I can tell you is what some of the actors have gone away and said. It is a character based movie about the characters, about Andy Serkis’ character and ROBERT PATTINSON’s character. It’s a very good script, like all of Matt’s scripts it’s very good, very well thought out. We’re having a ball making it. We’re going our best. It’s a lot of pressure. I don’t think Matt takes non-pressure movies. Batman is a lot of pressure. He’s gutsy, he’s a gutsy director." VIDEO of interview at source: https://collider.com/greig-fraser-interview-rogue-one-the-mandalorian-the-batman/ #thebatman #mattreeves #greigfraser #cinematographer #andyserkis #robertpattinson #brucewayne #gothamcity https://www.instagram.com/p/CCWefqhnSFo/?igshid=8o5hhzusgxdf

[laurathefangirl]

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Question: was there any character you would have liked to see more in the Gotham cast? This is part 2 since the video was long. The “he dated my cousin” makes me laugh every time 😂 #gotham #gothamcast #dragoncon #dragoncon2019 #robinlordtaylor #davidmazouz #donallogue #seanpertwee #dccomics #dcuniverse #batman #thebatman #thepenguin #alfredpennyworth #harveybullock (at Dragon Con) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7otmPHHBf0/?igshid=1jbrrw7saeuiz

[henriete41]

The Batman 2021 cast . https://www.instagram.com/p/B7EWQmxA5Y9/?igshid=r060wgsxl8x2 . #TheBatman #Batman2021 #RobertPattinson #BruceWayne #Batman #AndySerkis #AlfredPennyworth #ZoëKravitz #SelinaKyle #Catwoman #ColinFarrell #OswaldCobblepot #ThePenguin #PaulDano #EdwardNashton #TheRiddler #PeterSarsgaard #JohnTurturro #CarmineFalcone #JeffreyWright #CommissionerGordon #JaymeLawson #RottenTomatoes https://www.instagram.com/p/B7EkchLj-HX/?igshid=edi1lxd8nelg

[filmblog89]

Good Cop Bad Cop #commissionergordon #batman #brucewayne #dc #catwoman #dccomics #gotham #jimgordon #theriddler #batgirl #selinakyle #joker #thepenguin #thebatman #gcpd #alfredpennyworth #barbaragordon #harleyquinn #gothamcity #oswaldcobblepot #thejoker #darkknight #harveybullock #penguin #riddler #robin #robertpattinson #dcuniverse #detective #ednygma https://www.instagram.com/p/CdBVpD_DgML/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[naarrt]

#sentimentalsaturday @andyserkis and I years ago on the @comic_con floor! Congrats to Andy on his amazing career since then! Always been a fan of this man. Now playing the new Alfred in the @thebatman Great to share this memory with you. 🦇 #andyserkis #thebatman #alfredpennyworth #myprecious #gollum #comiccon #saturdays #naarrt #nathananderson https://www.instagram.com/p/CauwtXnpLNc/?utm_medium=tumblr

[historyofthebatman]

“The ABC’s of #Robin” - ‘B’ is for “#BorntoKill”: When #BruceWayne returned to #theBatman mantle after his apparent death, he discovers how to be a father to #DamianWayne through forming a Dynamic Duo with his son, the 5th (canon) and new Boy Wonder. The early stages of this adjustment is seen in #TheNew52’s #BatmanandRobin arc ‘Born to Kill’, originally published in 2011’s #Batman and Robin (Vol 2) 1-8, written by #PeterTomasi and illustrated by #PatrickGleason and #MickGray (cover to 2012’s issue 6 presented). The new #DarkKnight and Robin go up against a new lethal foe of Gotham City named #Nobody whose mission is to rid #BatmanIncorporated. During this hunt for Nobody, Bruce is trying to calm Damian’s literal and natural killer instinct and skill; Bruce wants to do right by his son and doesn’t want to nurture the assassin taught by his mother #TaliaAlGhul. The arc illustrates not only this struggle between Bruce being a father to Damian and heroic mentor but also Damian’s temptation to kill, reinforced by Nobody who wants to bring him under his murderous wing. In the end, fed up with physical and mental torcher, Damian succumbs and kills Nobody, resulting in Bruce and Damian having a heart to heart (while #AlfredPennyworth heals their wounds) Bruce teaching him that murder continues the cycle of violence each day they swore to rid within their city. “Born to Kill” is an essential modern Robin arc showcasing Damian’s new role as Robin, his dynamic with his father and how, in comparison to others who have taken up the mantle such as Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, the Boy Wonder persona can be more morally complex than being the #CapedCrusader’s sidekick. ✌🏼❤️💛💚🦇 #HistoryoftheBatman #DCComics #ComicBooks #Comics

[acapulcopress]

Filtran imágenes del Batimovil de Pattinson en 'The Batman'

Laura Cordova ] CIUDAD DE MÉXICO. * 4 de marzo de 2020. | Gluc. Las noticias sobre ‘The Batman’, la nueva película que protagonizará el actor Robert Pattinson continúan. En semanas pasadas salieron imágenes del traje que portará el personaje principal, luego se filtraron vídeos en donde se le puede ver conduciendo una motocicleta aparentemente junto con su compañera Catwoman; ahora el director Matt Reevens comparte una serie de fotos en

donde aparece el batimóvil. Reevens reveló por su cuenta de Twitter la manera en que luce el vehículo del caballero de la noche. En el tuit únicamente escribió “TheBatman” y agregó tres tomas del batimóvil realizadas desde distintos ángulos. En todas aparece el conductor envuelto en una atmósfera oscura. Destacan ciertas características nuevas y mejoradas ya que, como se puede ver, ahora el motor estará expuesto y tendrá adornos cosméticos al exterior. Este es un modelo muy distinto a los anteriores, pues es mucho más clásico y su principal detalle es que posiblemente esté basado en un ‘muscle car’, auto de tamaño medio con rasgos deportivos y cualidades llamativas. En todas las versiones pasadas el batimóvil fue diseñado desde cero y no tuvo relación con ninguno de los que existen en la industria automotriz. Recordemos que es el vehículo que utiliza Bruce Wayne para combatir el crimen; sumamente rápido y completamente equipado para enfrentar cualquier circunstancia. La cinta se estrenará el 25 de julio de 2021 y justo ayer surgió el rumor de que Johnny Depp será el nuevo Joker. El elenco confirmado lo componen Robert Pattison (Batman), Zoe Kravitz (Catwoman), Paul Dano (Riddler), Colin Farrell (Penguin), Jeffrey Wright (James Gordon) y Andy Serkis (Alfred Pennyworth).

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[lifeinbrick]

Every bat needs a cave… #lego #thebatman #batman #legobatman #robertpattinson #robertpattinsonbatman #brucewayne #wayneterminus #batcave #alfredpennyworth #pennyworth #waynetech #batmanrobertpattinson #justiceleague #dccomics #legothebatman #legodc #legostagram #instalego #toystagram #legophotography #legominifigures #minifigures #afol #toy #toys #toyphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CZp73RqIB8Q/?utm_medium=tumblr

[poetponyofmidgard]

How are WE feeling about prospect of #andyserkis as #alfredpennyworth in #thebatman ? I’m excited about this a seeing him direct #venom2 @andyserkis @batman @reevesooo @dccomics @pennyworthonepix @venommovie @lordoftherings_official @middle_earth_memes_ @thehobbitmovie @jrrtolkien @tolkien.lovers @cultofthebatman @thesmellofcomics @batmanknightfan https://www.instagram.com/p/B4ufKOEJnIn/?igshid=q5qyo9zie7ef

[dixiecotton]

Repost from @johnkregan Updated an older one with Pattinson and Serkis as Bruce & Alfred @heroichollywood @hero.daily @entertainmenttonight @batman_dccomics @dceubat @batman @bat_universe @batman_o.f.f.i.c.i.a.l @batmanknightfan @gothamknightreturns @the.dark.batfleck @the.batman @long_live_the_bat_ @dccomics @dc.marvel.unite @dcunews @_dcnews #batman #brucewayne #alfredpennyworth #thebatman #mattreeves #joker #photoshop #ootd #birdsofprey #comiccon #comicbooks @wbpictures @itsryanunicomb #conceptart #robertpattinson #andyserkis https://www.instagram.com/p/B4hpJD4HeCQ/?igshid=1gnu3gyt166u6