Alfred Pennyworth Gotham Novels & Stories

Alfred thought quickly in the speed of light about how to get out of this mess, this wasn't how he had planned things to go but he knew very well that he couldn't end up in a cell, most especially not in a place where no one Knows him. How would his family even know what had become of him? 'Oh yes! He had just heard them call this aloof man 'Your highness' he probably is the leader of the vampire, if he can't help me then who else in fang city would?' "Oh, your gracious highness" Alfred cried in a pathetic loud voice trying to put on a sincere show. Raymond who hadn't gone far was startled by the wolf man and turned around again, he signaled to his guard who left Alfred and he immediately fe

“You think you’re in control here, Alfred? You think this little setup makes you a big man? You’re still the same pathetic coward who hid behind your family’s money while you bullied a man who was worth ten of you.” Alfred’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed. “Careful, Jonas. You’re in no position to make demands. You brought the money, I assume? Fifty billion is a lot of cash for a 'loser' to scrape together. Or did you have to sell a few of Oliver’s organs to make the down payment? Especially now that he is dead.” Brandon Kristoff, standing just behind Alfred, let out a harsh, barking laugh. “He’s got the bag, boss. Let’s just take it and finish this. I’m tired of the smell of thi

Valery is responsible for everything that happened to Clara and this haunted her day by day, She looked so okay even though she was lost in deep thoughts, It’s a three-bedroom mansion at the highest point of the city, Alfred Is a rich person but he had chosen to live alone earlier, his house is made of bricks surrounded with so much flowers on the outside, He put a very beautiful fence Around this compound and not even the neighbors had a glimpse of what was going on In his compound, He lived a very secretive life and now he introduces this to Valery. Alfred is on a mission, he is halfway his mission He knows the Gaylord are up to something but he wants to overpower them, He wants to outsmar

“He used to run with Enzo, the guy in that underground downtown.” The guy squinted. “Who is asking?” I shrugged. “Businessman. Looking for someone who can move things.” He took a long sip, burped, then nodded lazily. “Alfred runs some rat hole cartel out near the port. He still acts like he’s made of fire. He is an idiot.” That was enough. I slipped him a folded bill and left without another word.

Naturally Alfred has never hold the phone this entire time instead he had made a skeleton that he conjured to carries it for him and acted like a cameraman for him. Quite honestly the Skeleton Boy Camera man does it’s job very good, it felt like everything were filmed by a professional cameraman, and even when in motions, the camera almost didn’t vibrate at all. At all time Alfred always in the middle of the shots, looking as he was filming a documentary. “Sire…what should we do about this?…it a family heirloom…I kinda feel bad to take this actually..”. (Alfred)

He didn't strike me as the knight in shining armor. That was Anthony. “If he's alone in there we have enough to nab him and that rogue, and we can make him watch while we take turns with the Luna wench.” Alfred snarled, and I made a noise of approval in my throat. “And if he isn't? Don't underestimate your enemies, dear boy. If there is one thing I know it's that those bloody Gotham wolves are full of nasty surprises.” I growled, catching the irritated look that flashed across his square face when I called him boy.

I took in the environment and saw everyone at work but they immediately stopped whenever I got close to greet me, well if they didn't know the consequences. I walked down to the basement where there are cells and my beautiful torment room. Alfred was already in there chained to a chair. You must be wondering what he did, let me explain, Alfred was a bartender who owned a lot of money because of his Dad yet he couldn't meet up with the deadline to pay.

Alfred barked, not even glancing my way as his latest shot arced gracefully toward the green. I swallowed hard, jogging to retrieve the ball from where it had landed near a bunker, my polished loafers sinking slightly into the soft turf. I clenched my jaw, the irony of the situation not lost on me. Alfred Carter, with his empire of wealth and influence, could command and dismiss as he pleased, perched at the pinnacle of a world I’d worked tirelessly to navigate. And I? I was here, playing the part of the loyal foot soldier, waiting for a crack in his armor to plead my case.

Tony: Exactly and please don't try to be the hero, we both know I'm someone dangerous and I could bring your family to their knees to pull a trigger . Nick: You don't 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 close the doors of the mansion tonight, I don't want you to open it for anyone except me. If you want you can activate the alarms so that you have better security”I finished getting dressed, tonight would be a very hot night. "Is it Tony?" he asked, Alfred knew my dirty business, he knew my every move, after all he was the only man I trusted, I knew he would never give me away.

Who knows what the real reason was now. Within those two months, Alfred began to act strangely, and I noticed that money was being freely given to Ivy in large sums. Last week, he took her to a lavish party at the Lycan Kingdom, which was where the problem happened. Alfred, who was drunk, attacked an officer who was flirting with Ivy. The Lycan King, Darren Weston, ordered Alfred to turn himself in for punishment.