Alfred Pennyworth Gotham Novels & Stories

Recognition and resignation watched over him. "I shouldn't have...worried too much," Alfred said, at last, "I always knew...my daughter was...in the right hands, but I still worried. I should have known that it would be you, Number 6." At the mention of that name, his eyes changed from blue to hot-blazing amber instantly and his claws slipped out again. This voice was low and deadly, "I will kíll you if you address me with that name again." "I'm sorry... I did not know...you by any other name." He has trouble breathing properly, but Alfred was determined that it wouldn't stop him from speaking.

"Unfortunately." Dorian let out a snort and followed me up the front steps, walking side by side to the door. I didn't know if it was the cold or the familiar sense of dread making my hands shake as I rang the doorbell. The door swung open almost immediately to reveal our family's butler, Thomas. still somehow alive. Honestly, the only way I could adequately describe Thomas was that he looked like Alfred Pennyworth, yep that Batman's butler, only that his loyalties laid with my father. His grey hair was slicked back and he was wearing the same black suit he always wore all through my childhood and a slight bow at the waist. The second difference was that he didn't have a British accent.

Tyson lunged at Alfred, he froze and broke him too. Wolan was coming at him again. Alfred beat his foot on the ground, everything in the room flew up, floating in the air. With the windforce, he propelled Wolan out through the window, flung Srymium out through the window, also Jacob. Alfred was throwing Tyson out when Anthony, who applied his gravity power and didn't go up, took a stake from the tactical rucksack and hurled it at him. Alfred saw Anthony throwing the stake. He hurtled Tyson against Anthony to stop him, but he wasn't quick to divert the stake, it speared into his heart. He grunted, his face took a pain and disbelief form. Tranquility settled.

Alfred was a young and handsome man who fascinated Scarlet in all the ways possible. She loved him too much but clearly, she loved money and power more. Her greed and lust for a better life had forced her to come to this cafe and now that she thought about it, it wasn't exactly a bad idea. After all, she always wanted to be with the powerful in society. Ten minutes later Alfred walked through the Gilmore doors, looking handsome as ever, and today, he was in his sportswear. He would have been okay if they had been humans, but his woman wanted something else.

We'd be saving a large percentage of people with different neurological illnesses and that is worth waiting five years! The elevator door opened and I walked down the hallway until I got to my apartment door. I punched in the codes and the door unlocked but I was not prepared for the sight that welcomed me. “Surrender now, doctor octopus! You have nowhere to run to!” Alfred exclaimed with one leg on Easton's chest who laid on the floor. “Oh really? You underestimate me, Spider man. I'm not your regular villain!” And with that, Easton raised him up and threw him on the couch.

He asked, annoyed. “Mr. Genovese doesn’t meet without an appointment. His assistant will be here in a few minutes.” The man said and Alfred sighed. The door opened precisely after two minutes, and Sebastian’s assistant entered the room. “How may we assist you?” He sat behind the mahogany desk. “There is this girl and I want her dead! I’ll pay three million dollars in advance. Just make her disappear.” Alfred said. “What’s her name? Do you have a picture?” The assistant asked, and Alfred presented the photograph in his direction.

Alfred tore off the leader's head before throwing it on the ground and a smirk appeared on his face as he stared at blood flowing. ______ "Too weak" Alfred scoffed and looked away, he shifted back to his human form and went back into his car, he ignited the car engine and drove off after. ****MINUTES LATER, LEONARD'S MANSION**** Leonard drove in and parked his car before coming out. "Alpha Prince" the guards immediately rushed to him.

he revealed and shut the door as he stepped out his countenance fell and he kept staring at his diamond watch that never gave him more time "keep her locked in, I can't afford my plans falling through" he ordered Alfred "Sir, she can't be right candidate for this mission, we have to search deeper or you will forever lose your superiority over this city" Alfred warned

Tony: exactly and please don't try to play the hero, we both know I'm someone dangerous and could bring your family to their knees to pull a trigger. Nick: no need to remind me, see you there. I took the briefcase full of money, went down to the garage, loaded my gun and left. NATE -Alfred, I need you to lock the doors of the mansion tonight, I don't want you to open them to anyone unless it's me. If you want you can activate the alarms so you have a better security -I finished dressing, tonight would be a very hot night. -Alfred knew my dirty business, he knew my every move, after all he was the only man I trusted, I knew he would never tell on me.

"It's almost dinner time. May I bring your meal, or would you prefer to dine in the downstairs dining room?" He spoke with an iconic British accent and carried himself with the demeanor of a traditional noble estate butler. "I'd like to have dinner in the room," I quickly straightened my body, adjusted my skirt, and said, "Thank you. How should I address you?" The butler straightened up, revealing a faint smile. "You can call me Alfred," he humorously replied, "but I'm sorry, my last name is not Pennyworth." My face instantly reddened.