A/N: Decided the one-shot needed an epilogue. This is set approximately three years later. Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy …

Hallee lounged in a patio chair as Bruce kicked a soccer ball in the backyard to Alfred, who was surprisingly agile for a 55-year-old man.

She had long ago convinced him when he wasn't technically on duty, he needed to dress down, so on this afternoon he was wearing a long sleeved light blue buttoned-up shirt, rolled up on his forearms, along with a pair of jeans and athletic shoes.

Two months after they had gotten romantically involved, Hallee had told him she was tired to trying to hide their relationship from Bruce. After several close calls of the boy discovering them in compromising positions, she wanted to openly express her affection for the man she loved.

Just when they agreed to sit Bruce down and talk with him, Alfred upped the ante and secretly went to Bruce to ask his permission to marry Hallee. Bruce was ecstatic and helped Alfred surprise Hallee with a proposal the evening the pair was to reveal their relationship to Bruce.

Hallee sighed as she watched the two most important men in her life chase after the ball.

She had encouraged Bruce to pursue any athletic interests he wanted, so like any good father figure, Alfred got to the privilege of strengthening the pre-teen's skills in soccer, karate and boxing.

He drew the line at swimming, so that duty fell to Hallee; she often pondered if Alfred had deliberately refused simply so he could see her in a swimsuit.

They regularly took Bruce on outings into the city, and the older he got, the more he took his role in Wayne Enterprises very seriously. The board had grown accustomed to the young man's inquiries, and under Alfred's watchful eye, they tried to support to Bruce's choices and decisions.

Selina had become a regular fixture at the manor. Alfred and Hallee had both tried to sway her to live with them permanently but she repeatedly refused, saying she liked the streets better. She did, however, seem to always appear around dinner time but was usually gone when they roused in the morning.

Alfred was a bit frustrated that Selina had taken to crawling into bed with Bruce but Hallee reminded him Bruce's hormones hadn't kicked in yet and he really didn't see Selina as a girl. When the time came, she promised she would sit the two down and have "the talk" with them.

For a short time Alfred and Hallee discussed having children of their own but ultimately determined Bruce and Selina were more than enough to handle.

Hallee snapped out of her reverie as a gangly Bruce came to stop in front of her, the soccer ball cradled in one arm. Alfred trailed behind him.

"Aunt Hallee, is it time for dinner yet?" he asked. She laughed and shook her head. Bruce had hit another growth spurt and they could barely keep up with his appetite and changing clothes sizes.

"No but you can go make a peanut butter sandwich if you like," she said, waving him toward the manor.

Bruce grinned at her and ran at full speed for the kitchen. Alfred came to a halt in front of her and she shielded her eyes to look up at him. Damn, he was as handsome as the day she met him, she thought.

"Ready to go in, luv?" he asked, a mischievous sparkle in his eye as he extended a hand to her. "I think I need a shower. Care to join me?"

Hallee grasped his hand and let him pull her up before she swatted him.

"You're incorrigible," she said, stifling a giggle.

Alfred drew her close and she looped her arms around his neck.

"Ya bring outta me, darlin'," he replied. Hallee snorted and shook her head.

"What am I going to do with you?" she teased.

"I'm afraid yer stuck with me," Alfred said, smirking. "Now about that shower …"