Batman Superman Alfred Novels & Stories

The dashboard opened, revealing bundles of banknotes. She stopped and looked at him incredulously. “Fuck! What are you? Some sort of Mafia ?” “That's irrelevant,” he took out a fat bundle of cash.” This is twice the cost of that piece of junk which you were driving. Take it.” He waved the bundle towards her. Lisa wasn't sure if she should take him seriously or not. “Who are you? Superman?” He chuckled, and one corner of his mouth turned up in that amused smile he'd been wearing off and on all night. “I prefer Batman. I don't think I can pull off that atrocious red and blue leotard.”

Alfred was a renowned medical practitioner who quit the profession to dive into the herbal and mystic healing arts of the lost age. He groaned deeply as he sat up, his eyes darting to the little test tube Alfred was swirling over a benzene burner. “Is it ready yet?” “Sooner than later,” Alfred replied in his hoarse voice, pushing up his glasses. “You should lay back and let those herbs properly soak up the toxins from your wound. If you had gotten here even just a minute late, the blood oak pack would have been without an Alpha.” “I’m fine,” Tatum replied but hearing that he could have been dead, reminded him of when he rode his motorcycle off a cliff to his near death to escape capture from

This, being the absolute clusterfuck of a circumstance, of Alpha Warner, chasing them down from the shadows, inciting absolute terror among their attendants and guards, all trapped and immobilized in their carriages and atop their horses. Of even allowing them to feign a departure at all if Alfred had known the way the Lord and Alcina feels. "-if you already were aware?" Alfred smiles a small smile, eyes twinkling with that mischief that too many falsely believe he is too wise for. "Well," he says primly, glancing out the window once more. "If he could not even fight for Alcina's affections, then, however, could he be good enough for our little sister?"

I asked as I turned to face Nick. "Why don't you ask your dear best friend over here," he replied instead. "Ash what did you do this time?" Asher had a smug look on his face, "your boyfriend needs to learn that Superman is the best superhero of all time and Batman sucks," he replied with a shrug. "That's why you look like someone who ate a sour lemon?" I asked Nick. "Hey! Batman is a legend, he's just human and yet he does more than Superman whose weakness is the one thing found on his home planet, how pathetic," he said defensively and then rolled his eyes.

He glared at Adrian, his eyes filled with resentment. Adrian looked at him calmly, almost like an enlightened sage. "Kid, even though your strength is impressive, you're delusional if you think you can defeat me here!" Alfred roared in frustration. Alfred then took out something from his pocket and smashed it on the ground. With a bang, a cloud of smoke rose. Adrian hurriedly chased after Alfred, but the man had disappeared. Alfred was surprisingly fast, but Adrian was not too concerned. It was unlikely that Alfred would harm anyone else in the short term.

He naturally recalled the scene when he was with Logan that day. "Alfred, what is your real name?" "I'm called Alfred Evas." "What a nice name. You're now my friend. Come and see me next time." "Friend?" "Yes, we're friends or even brothers." … "Will you kill me if Hayden asks you to in the future?" "No, I won't kill my friend. I also won't let others bully my friend." … What Alfred said at that time emerged in his mind. He started to feel remorse. 'What am I doing…'

and with that, he turned around and was just about to leave. "Wait," Ben said and Alfred turned "what is it human?" "I already told you am Ben anyway thank you," Ben said. "For what?" Alfred said, "I don't know, maybe for not tearing me apart," Ben said laughing uneasily "here," Ben said taking his card and giving it to Alfred, just in case there is anything you need this 'human' help for, call me, that's my number, and what's your name if you don't mind?" Ben said

As Catelyn couldn't go out, she, Braylon and Alfred started video chatting. Although it was afternoon, Alfred seemed to have just taken a bath. It was summer, and he didn’t wear a shirt. With a towel on his shoulders, he sat in the study against the sunlight. His skin was lighter than wheat, and his build was muscular. He had eight-pack abdominal muscles and no fat on his body. He was a perfect example of a man who looked slender when dressed and athletic when stripped. Catelyn had never seen the naked Alfred before. When Alfred’s strong body jumped into her eye when the video was connected, she was amazed.

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)

"Did you hear? Zack of Zone 2 was caught trying to break into the cafeteria. The soldiers that caught him beat him before dragging him through the street for everyone to see. No one has heard from him since. That was two days." "Hmm. I guarantee you he's now under six feet of dirt." "Hope not. The guy got a wife and kid he needs to support. Also, if my memory serves, he owes me about a pound of clothing. Besides him, did you hear Alfred of Zone 5 was picked to be a hunter? "Who the hell is Alfred," I ask, Rebecca stopping to peek around a corner. The coast begins clear, Rebecca motions for me to follow. "Tall guy, sideburns, goatee, brown hairs."