Hello everyone!

Hope all is well with you all, I know it's been a while.

As you can tell I changed something regarding this story.

There used to be over 40 chapters, but I mashed some chapters together to lower the total amount.

Nothing was deleted, don't worry about that ;)

Enjoy this new chapter!

Gotham

It was quite the sight to see Harvey standing behind a bar, cleaning glasses, tapping beer and laughing with customers. I'd never seen him like that before. He seemed to actually be enjoying working as a bartender more than being a cop.

"Refill?" Harvey asked me as I set the empty glass down on the counter.

"By all means." I laughed as he grabbed the glass and filled it with water.

"You know, I also serve beer or perhaps if something stronger strikes your fancy?" He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. "I bet I can guess your favourite beverage."

I lifted the glass to my lips and took a tiny sip. "By all means, Harvey."

Harvey rubbed his scruffy chin, tapped it with his forefinger, licked his lips and then snapped his fingers.

"G and T." He said with confidence.

Bloody hell.

I don't know how Harvey had managed to guess correctly, but he had.

"Ha, I guessed right, didn't I?" He smiled.

I shrugged and finished my drink.

"Does Alfred know you're here?" Harvey asked. Which wasn't an odd question, but the way Harvey asked it was as if there was more behind his words than random curiosity.

"He doesn't. I mean I spotted you from the window and came inside. Unless Alfred and I have a telepathic connection, I'm certain he's unaware I'm here."

"Good. Not that he isn't welcome, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't enjoy you spending time in a dirty bar such as this one." Harvey replied.

I rolled my eyes. "You've obviously never been to a pub in England."

"I'm sure I'll love it."

"Of that, I have no doubt." I smiled and reached for my purse.

"Whoa, whoa. What are you nuts? It's water." Harvey said stopping me before I could grab my wallet.

"Come on, Harvey. I always made you pay at the diner."

Harvey shook his head and pushed my hand away. "That was actual food. I can't make you pay for something which doesn't even contain alcohol. I ain't accepting it, Rosey."

"Okay, okay." I knew when I was defeated. "It was nice to see you, Harvey."

"Likewise. Don't be a stranger. If anything, this is probably the safest bar in all of Gotham seeing as I work here." He grinned and I couldn't disagree with him on that.

"I'll make sure to stop by every now and then." I told him. "Have a good day, Harvey."

I grabbed my purse, closed my coat and walked out of the bar. The door closed behind me and a soft jingle from a bell sounded.

When I walked down the street earlier today, I stopped in front of this large window belonging to a bar I'd never seen before. Imagine my surprise when I noticed who I spotted standing behind the counter.

At first I was certain my eyes were deceiving me. But as I stepped closer in front of the window and then the man looked my way, there was no doubt about it that it was in fact Harvey Bullock.

After everything which had happened, Harvey told me he had quit the GCPD and that it was one of the best decisions he'd ever made. He was his own boss now, he'd quit drinking and he even had a girlfriend. Harvey Bullock had a girlfriend. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I guess this was really a time for people to quit their jobs and start something new.

It had been a few weeks since I quit my job at the diner. Mostly at Alfred's request along with some other reasons. Before that I had stopped working for Bruce as his private tutor, per his request. Neither Alfred nor I agreed with Bruce on it. But it wasn't my choice, after all I had been hired by the Wayne heir himself from the start.

As for the reason why I was currently in downtown Gotham and not at Wayne manor, all had to do with previous happenings. Now that I had been without a job for nearly a month, it was time for me to get back into the business of working.

Before discovering Harvey and his bar, I had been at the museum of National History. Once again trying to apply for a job there, which I had also done back when Alfred got me fired from my job as a teacher at Anders Prep. Luckily for me, today had gone differently and I was now on the list of possibilities for a job at the museum.

I gleefully made my way back to the car, ready to go back to Wayne Manor, to give both Bruce and Alfred the happy news.

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Wayne Manor

It was clear a lot had happened while I was away, but the moment I arrived at the house I was still unaware of the disaster which had struck at Wayne Manor. Disaster in the way of ruin and destruction.

Every was quiet when I walked through the big wooden oak doors. Too quiet. Automatically I first entered the kitchen, but aside from a cooled down kettle on the stove, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

All became clear when I made my way through the corridor into the study room. Clouds of dust and smoke floated around the room and piles of stones and rocks were scattered around the fireplace. Even one of the paintings had been torn to shreds.

But what stood out the most was the smell. The smell of cows and farmland, only ten times worse than what you'd smell from the inside of your car when one would drive through the countryside.

"Alfred! Bruce!" I shouted loudly. I'm sure they were alright. Even though the past had proven differently, things weren't the same as back then. They had to be alright.

"Alfred!" I walked into the fireplace and yelled down the cold grey steps.

"We're down here, Miss Wood!" Bruce's voice echoed from down below.

"My word." I gritted my teeth as I descended the steps carefully. There was rubble positively everywhere. What had happened while I was away?

Alfred suddenly appeared in front of me as I was about to reach the bottom step. "Careful, love. Wouldn't want you to fall now, would we?" He extended his hand and helped me down.

"What on Earth have you two been doing? I was only gone for four hours." I frowned at him but then noticed the big gaping hole behind him. "Where is the door?"

Alfred scratched the back of his head. "I,- we,- uh,-"

"We blew the door." Bruce shouted from inside the newly appeared area.

I leaned closer to Alfred. "I was only kidding about that tank, you know." I whispered to him.

"We didn't use a tank. We used,- a bomb." He spoke carefully.

"You used a bomb?" I screeched.

Bruce finally decided to appear in front of us, his eyes were beaming.

"I took your advice to heart, Miss Wood. Look, it cleared a perfect path!" Bruce smiled happily.

"Your advice?" Alfred repeated.

I didn't dare to look at him. For I was certain he was giving me a death glare. "Bruce, I didn't tell you to blow up the house."

"Technically not, no. But your story, about how your father used dynamite to blow up old pyramids in other to get inside a tomb, got me thinking. And as you can see, it worked." He pointed proudly at the gaping hole in the wall.

"So I see,-" I pressed my lips in a thin line. "How did you manage to make a bomb in the first place?"

"I read about it." He nonchalantly answered, as if it wasn't rocket science. "Oh, and Alfred helped of course. He knew lots of things about bombs thanks to the army."

Now it was my turn to stare at Alfred with great disbelief. Of course he did.

"Well, at least that solves the problem of the inaccessible door." I muttered. One thing was for sure, I was not going to help them clear all of the rubble from the house.

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Thomas Wayne's secret room was even more of a mystery than my father's office had been.

Whereas my father's so called 'secret' room held an old dark wooden desk and multiple display cabinets, Thomas's room had different pieces of furniture. Computers, file cabinets, a fridge filled to the brim with blood and bullet proof clothes. Whatever it was that Thomas hid for all these years, it really was something unlike I had ever seen.

Bruce was not fazed one bit by anything, in fact he was impressed with everything in there and his eyes shone bright the entire time he was in that room.

Alfred had an entirely different feeling about it. Initially he had been proud of what Bruce and him had achieved, which was blowing the door out off the wall. It was then I also learned that the cow smell I noticed earlier, was from the manure they'd used to build the bomb.

It wasn't until it was late at night and Alfred entered the bedroom that he dropped the facade he'd been holding up throughout the day.

"That room needs to be cleared." He said as he shut the door.

I looked up from my book and set it aside. "You intend to move everything up to the study?"

"Absolutely not!" Alfred's voice rose. "Bruce has no idea what he's getting himself into. He's a boy. A young boy. He should be in school, learning, studying, perhaps chasing after girl. Not meddle around in a room which contains gallons of blood in a bloody fridge!"

He didn't need to remind me of what was down there. I absolutely agreed with him that this was something Bruce should not deal with. I knew he wanted to do everything he could in order to expose Wayne Enterprises, and I was certain the secret to it was somewhere down there, but it was clear that there was more going on.

Thomas Wayne definitely had more secrets than what was going on behind the scenes with his company.

Alfred made his way over to the bed and set down where a deep sigh escaped him. He buried his head in his hands and for a couple of seconds didn't move.

I moved the covers aside an crawled over to him, placing my legs around his waist and pressing my chest against his back.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

Alfred raised his head and stared ahead. "I don't know. I have to think of something."

"Bruce will throw a fit."

"Major fit." Alfred sighed. "But what else can we do? He won't listen to a single word, I'm sure."

I shook my head. I probably wouldn't have either. If anyone had told me not to look for my father, I would have fought them to the death if I had to.

"Want me to talk to him?'

Alfred turned around to look at me. His eyes were red, as if he'd been crying. "No. Thanks, love. But it's my responsibility, he is my responsibility."

"Alright. Just, don't blow anything up again." I chuckled and that managed to get a small smile out of him.

After that we went to bed, ready to fall into a deep slumber from all the excitement of today. But Alfred didn't sleep. At least not through the night.

The man tossed and turned, groaned and sighed. He got up a few times during the night, but always returned after a couple of minutes. Sometimes he simply sat straight up in the bed, quietly staring at something as his hand stroked my back. By the time I woke up the next morning he was no longer there.

I decided that I didn't want to be here today, when Alfred would confront Bruce about Thomas's room. Alfred promised me there wouldn't be an explosion, but we both knew there would definitely be a metaphorical explosion.

Bruce was not going to let this go without a fight and I honestly wondered if Alfred would be able to win.

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The call could not have happened at a better time. The National Museum of History rung me up that morning with good news regarding my application and if I was willing to come by that same day to discuss my contract.

I kept it a secret from Alfred and Bruce, both of them had different matters on their mind and I wanted nothing more than to get out of the house. I didn't even say goodbye to the two of them, though I suspected Alfred understood why I wasn't around.

After my visit to the museum, I made my way over to Harvey's bar to say hello to him. It was only early in the afternoon and I doubted things had blown over at Wayne Manor.

The bells jingled as I opened the door, despite the clear 'closed' sign on the door Harvey was walking around inside.

"We're closed!" The bearded man said loudly wiping the table in front of him.

"If I promise to have an actual drink this time, may I come in?" I smiled as Harvey's head shot up.

"Rosey!" He exclaimed. "Of course, come in."

I followed Harvey to the bar where he poured me a gin and tonic as I sat down on one of the barstools.

"I wasn't expecting to see you that soon again." He said handing me the drink. "Should I worry?"

I laughed. "No. I was in the area. I got a new job actually."

Harvey arched his eyebrows. "Don't you work for the rich little boy anymore?"

"Not as his tutor, I also quit my job at the diner."

Harvey nodded and poured himself a drink as well. "I heard, I went by there a few weeks ago. The old man told me that you'd quit. Probably for the best, if you ask me. Gang war was going pretty strong in that area."

"Seeing as the GCPD was right around the corner, I'm not surprised."

The door opened, followed by a jingly noise. Harvey and I both looked in the direction of the sound and just as Harvey was about to yell, 'we're closed!' he paused mid sentence.

The man who entered the bar was Jim Gordon. A face I was not expecting to see. Just like Harvey, or more unlike Harvey for he had retired and started a new job, Jim was currently without a job. Jim had gotten fired from the GCPD. It was no surprise he would visit his former partner during the day, especially given the fact that he worked at a bar.

"Hey Jim." Harvey greeted him.

Jim nodded. "Hi, Harv." Then he stopped as he eyes landed on me. I gave a small wave of my hand.

"Mr. Gordon."

"Miss Wood. Wasn't expecting to see you here." Jim said honestly as he took a seat next to me.

"I'm also sorry to interrupt, but I'd like to talk to you, Harv. Before customers come in?" He raised his eyebrows and averted his gaze from me.

A quiet spell fell over the bar and I knew that three was becoming a crowd. I cleared my throat and chucked my drink down.

"This time, I'm paying." I looked at Harvey as I slipped him a five dollar bill. "I'll see you next time. Goodbye, Mr. Gordon."

"Miss Wood." He bobbed his head.

"Good luck with your new job, Rosie!" Harvey shouted behind me.

I reached the door and was about to grab the handle when it flew open. In front of me stood a pretty woman with red fiery hair. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together.

She blinked and suddenly her thin lips turned into, what could only be described as, a fake smile.

"I'm sorry. I thought the bar was closed." She said.

"It is, but Harvey is a friend of mine." I replied as I tried to move past her.

The lady didn't budge, instead she crossed her arms and cocked her head. "Really? I have no idea who you are though, and I happen to be his fiancee."

Ah. At least it was clear who this woman was. Though technically Harvey told me he had a girlfriend, it was apparent that there was more going on.

I extended my hand towards her. "Scotty, right? Harvey told me about you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Scotty wrinkled her nose. "Sure."

Clearly this conversation or greeting was going anywhere. I retracted my hand and gave her one last smile before pushing her gently aside with my shoulder.

A loud 'hey' echoed after me as I made my way down the street, deciding it was now time to head back to Wayne Manor. Where I could only hope I would not also be greeted with a hostile situation.

Wayne Manor

I was still feeling anxious as I drove back towards the manor. Not only because of what occurred between me and Harvey's girlfriend, but also because of what or rather how I was going to tell Alfred and Bruce I had found a job in the city?

The gates opened and I made my way through them, unaware of the blow out that had taken place between Bruce and Alfred.

Everything appeared exactly the same when I had left. The entrance hall of the manor was spick and span, the only difference was that Alfred's coat and umbrella were gone. He probably left to do some something, even though I could have sworn I saw Alfred's car parked in the garage.

The house seemed quiet, but considering current events Bruce was probably down below the fireplace. Dropping my coat on a chair, I quickly made my way to the study and headed down the hidden staircase.

"Bruce? Are you down here?" I asked loudly. He probably hadn't heard me as I was met with no answer.

I popped my head around the corner of the blown wall, rather happy that I hadn't been there when the two of them blew the door to smithereen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to walk into.

This morning, this secret room had been prim and proper. Computers, tables and chairs, a miniature fridge filled with blood and mannequins wearing bullet proof vests. Now it looked as though a hurricane had gone through the room.

Half of the electronics and furniture lay in broken pieces on the ground. There were glass shards and one of the mannequins had toppled over. What had happened in here? My heart suddenly sank. What if something bad had happened? This house was no stranger to sudden break-ins and attacks. What if something had happened to Alfred and Bruce?

Footsteps sounded behind me, light and fast paced. I turned around and saw Bruce appearing through the hole in the wall.

"Miss Wood." Bruce said, a little out of breath.

"Bruce? What happened in here? Why is everything broken?" I asked as I looked around us. "Are you okay? Where is Alfred?"

The boy looked up at me. His face pale as his fidgeted the hem of his vest. "Gone."

I arched an eyebrow. "Gone? What do you mean gone?"

"I fired him." Bruce said as if it was a logical answer. "He broke his promise to help me find out what happened to my parents and how to expose Wayne Enterprises. Thus, I had to let him go."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Alfred, fired? I narrowed my eyes and looked around the room once more. "Did he do this?"

The Wayne boy nodded and I let out a deep sigh. This was bad. I knew Alfred wanted to stop Bruce at all costs ever since they discovered what was hidden here. But to think he took such drastic measures in order to get his point across.

"Where is he now?"

Bruce shrugged. "I don't know. He had a suitcase with him. I told him if he was ever in need of any recommendations, I'm willing to give them."

Suddenly I wasn't feeling so sorry for Bruce anymore. Sure, the way Alfred had handled this was wrong, but to fire him over it. After everything Alfred had done for Bruce and the Wayne family.

Instead of continuing my conversation with Bruce, I walked past him and made my way up the steps. It didn't take long before the echoing sound of another pair of footsteps gained up on me.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked.

"I'm going to leave." I replied not stopping my tread.

"Leave? Miss Wood, you don't have to leave. You haven't done anything wrong."

I suddenly stopped causing Bruce to bumped against me. I took a deep breath and turned around as Bruce took a step back.

"Alright, listen. I know Alfred must seem like the meanest and rudest git on the planet right now. But did he tell you why he did what he did?"

Bruce made a face and shook his head. "It doesn't matter why he did it. He shouldn't have done it! That computer meant everything to me! It was the only way to figure out all I needed to know. And now,- now it's gone! Alfred ruined everything,-"

He sat down on the hardwood floor and started to cry. His body shook as his sobs filled the study room. Perhaps I had approached this wrongly as well. After a few seconds I let out a deep breath.

"Bruce, I,- ugh, listen.-" I crouched down and looked at him. "Alfred and I are a couple. We love each other. That means wherever he goes, I go. Especially after what you did,-"

"What I did?" The boy said completely dumbfounded. He looked up, his cheeks and eyes red.

"Not just you. Alfred was wrong with smashing your father's room to pieces. He should not have done that. I also believe it was wrong of you to fire him, because he was probably doing what he thought was best."

Bruce blinked his eyes and another tear cascaded down his face. "I don't want you to leave."

Never in a million years would I have imagined to hear Bruce Wayne say those words to me. He probably realised that firing Alfred meant that he was now going to be alone. The only other adult in Bruce's life currently, aside from the occasional encounter with Jim Gordon, was me.

One thing Bruce had to learn however was when he was being rational with his emotions and when he was having a wobbler. Now was one of these moments.

"I'm not leaving you. I am however going to go and search for Alfred and I don't know when I'll come back. Now, you're welcome to join me if you want?"

I kept my gaze on him and for a moment it seemed Bruce was actually thinking of coming along. But then he sniffed, stood up and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

"That's alright. I guess this is the way it's going to be from now on. I made a decision and I realise that these are the consequences."

My jaw didn't physically drop, but in my mind it did. Inside I could see myself shouting at Bruce for behaving in such a unbelievable childlike manner. I followed his example and stood up myself while wiping my sweaty hands dry on my skirt.

"I see. In that case, I'll take my leave now. There's food in the fridge if you get hungry." I added, in case he was acting tough and would get hungry later.

Without giving him another glance I walked out of the study and took my coat off the chair I had tossed it on earlier. It was time to start searching for Alfred.

Rosalind's house

About three hours had passed since I left Wayne Manor and so far I've had no luck in finding Alfred. The first place I'd gone to was my house. I drove past it, hoping to see Alfred sitting outside on the steps. Unfortunately, he wasn't there.

After that I went to the airport, then I went to the train station. After that failed, I called multiple hotels and motels in the Gotham area. I even went back to the bar to ask Harvey if he'd seen Alfred anywhere.

I didn't dare to enter Wayne Enterprise to ask, I mean the chances of Alfred going there were probably zero to none. As was going to the GCPD. I knew Alfred wasn't officially missing, he was just somewhere unknown to me.

I parked the car in front of my house. Still no sign of Alfred in the neighbourhood. I felt no need to return to Wayne Manor for the evening. Aside from the fact that Bruce deserved to be alone for a while because of his tantrum, I couldn't stand the idea of sleeping in Alfred's bed without him being there.

But where could Alfred be? I wasn't even sure if there were people in his life who lived in Gotham where he could go to?

What if he wasn't even in Gotham anymore? I couldn't imagine him not contacting me. I stuck my keys inside the door and it opened after one turn.

The last time I was in my house was about a week ago, but I could have sworn I had locked the door properly after I'd left. As I continued into my house, tossing the keys on a low cabinet, I noticed there was a light on in the living room.

It was only a small light, but again, I could have sworn I also hadn't left any lights on when I left. Not that it mattered, this time I would just have to remember to turn them off. The thing which bothered me the most, was having left the door unlocked.

After everything that happened over the past couple of months, I could not, not be careful. I reached for the brass candlestick standing on the cabinet. Ready to protect myself in case it was needed.

I stepped into the living room and gave the room a quick glance. It was impossible to hide in there, especially if you were an adult. The only place one could hide was behind the couch, but I'd only have to take two steps forward to figure that out.

"Rosa,-"

I swung around with force, arms at the ready to hit the person behind me with the heavy candlestick. But as I was going, it immediately clicked who just spoke to me. Luckily, Alfred was strong and fast on his feet. He stepped aside as my weapon hit the wall, leaving a dent where it landed.

"Bloody hell." Alfred exclaimed as I yelled shite at the same time.

"Alfred!"

"You're lucky I saw you grab that heavy thing. You kind ruined your wall there." He replied casually.

"I could have killed you." I exclaimed placing my hand against my chest.

Alfred scoffed. "I sincerely doubt that, you weren't exactly quiet. If I were a burglar I would have caught you by now."

That was Alfred for you, all bravado in the face of danger. "Well, glad I amuse you. But what are you doing here? You realize I've been looking everywhere for you?"

A small smile formed on Alfred's face, endeared by the fact it had not gone unnoticed by the woman he loved that he'd been gone.

"Have you now?" He said coyly.

"Yes, I have. I,- Hang on, how did you get inside?" I crossed my arms and cocked my head. I'd never given Alfred a key to my house and I also didn't see any broken windows.

Alfred coughed and cleared his throat. "I might have made a copy of your keys,-"

I narrowed my eyes, for a moment thinking I must have misheard him. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

"I made a copy of your keys." He repeated.

"When?"

"The moment I was able to independently leave the house after Reginald." Alfred confessed. He sounded partially ashamed by it, but it was obvious he did not feel guilty at all.

"I can't believe you did that." I exclaimed. "For heaven's sake, Alfred."

"I'm sorry, love. You're right, I should have asked you. You can chew me up later for it. Just not today, alright?" He let out a deep sigh and I realized today had been rough enough for him already.

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him. "You're right."

Alfred pressed a kiss against the side of my face. "Thank you. I take it you realized I was missing because Bruce told you?"

If it hadn't been for Bruce, it would have taken a couple of hours before I'd realize Alfred was gone. But the whole situation left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was like watching two students fight. "He told me everything. How you went out of your mind with a baseball bat. Then he fired you for it, despite you trying to reason with him."

"He said that?"

"Well, not that later part. But I figured you tried to explain your actions to him."

Alfred nodded with understanding. It was clear what happened hurt him. He did what he thought was best, if he'd known Bruce was planning on letting him go, he probably would have approached it differently.

"How was he doing? Did he regret it?" But as he said it, the man shook his head. "Don't answer that, of course he didn't."

I bit my bottom lip. Bruce had felt no remorse. Sure, he was upset about the prospect of being alone for the evening and the day after. But he showed no interest in taking Alfred back.

"Does he know you're here?" He then asked me and I nodded.

"I told him I was going to look for you and that there would be food in the fridge in case he'd get hungry."

"How did he respond to that?"

"He cried." I told him honestly and Alfred's furrowed brow became a frown.

"He cried?"

"He told me I did not do anything wrong and was more than welcome to stay."

That comment seemed to hurt Alfred's feelings as he stepped back and walked into the living room. He rubbed the back of his neck as I followed him and sat down on the couch.

"Unbelievable,-" He muttered under his breath.

"He'll come about." I noted calmly.

"You think?" Alfred sighed.

Quietly I reached for his hand and pulled him down next to me. Alfred had been with Bruce ever since the boy was born. To be laid off that quick and easily after everything they'd been through was breaking his heart.

"Yes. Let him have his wobbler. His parents will always be a painful subject, and to him it feels as if you murdered his dad by trashing that computer."

Alfred blinked and hung his head. Of course he was aware of this already, but to actually hear it from someone else made it clearer. "You're right. You're absolutely right. I should have approached it differently."

"You did what you thought was right at the time. Now we just have to find a way to work it out."

"Bruce is only a boy. This is too dangerous for him, he doesn't know what he's getting himself into!" Alfred began to slightly raise his voice. I held his hand tightly with my own, squeezing them with reassurance.

"But we know. Or maybe we don't, but we are more aware of the possible hidden dangers within. We'll guide him from the sidelines and take charge of the situation if things do get too dangerous."

Of course neither of us knew the lurking dangers ahead of us, but it was clear we both wanted to protect Bruce from the dark world his father lived in with Wayne Enterprises.

"Right. If he comes around that is,-" Alfred closed his eyes and leaned back in the couch.

"Well,- if he doesn't,-" I smiled as I turned on the couch towards him. "We'll just have to find you a new place to live. I heard the Grand Gotham Hotel is quite nice."

Alfred opened one eye to glare at me. "Hotel?"

I nodded vigorously as I moved my left leg over his body and positioned myself on top of his lap. "Naturally, I mean where else would you go? Sleep under a bridge?"

Something shifted beneath me as I said that and my stomach fluttered. Alfred grinned. "There must be other place I can sleep under. In fact, I've got just the right place on my mind at this moment."

I chuckled and arched an eyebrow. "You sure? The couch can be rather uncomfortable."

"I'm not planning on sleeping under the couch, love." He growled as he placed his hands on my behind.

"Sleeping isn't even an option, considering you've still got your clothes on,-" I commented as I unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Suddenly I yelped as Alfred grabbed me and threw me back on the other side of the couch before crawling on top of me.

"I changed my mind, I'd rather sleep on top of something." He concluded as his hand travelled down the inside of my inner thigh. I gasped.

"Glad to see you agree." He grabbed hold of the top of my panties and pulled them down.

"Alfred,-"

But Alfred cut me off with a kiss. His tongue slipping over the threshold that were my lips. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers caressed that tiny bundle of nerves.

When it came to lovemaking with Alfred, things were rather unfair. That man knew exactly which spots to hit and how to hit them. It only took a few seconds before I pulled back for air and cried out with pleasure.

"Sorry about that, my darling." He grinned.

"As if you are sorry,-" I breathed heavily.

Alfred didn't reply. He went back to what he was doing. This was going to be a long night.

I wanted to end this chapter on a light note, instead of a sad and hurt Alfred (and Bruce).

We all know Bruce is going to take Alfred back anyway ;)

Let me know if there is something you'd like to see happen, who Rosalind should interact with in season 2.

Last season it was mostly (aside from Alfred and Bruce) Edward, Harvey and Reginald.

Have a great day and until next time!