Gotham Alfred Pennyworth Novels & Stories

He told her. “But I am fine.” Penelope protested. “I believe you.” He said but tucked her into the bed. He left and took the tray back with him. She listened to the soft pads of his feet exit the room. The tears started streaming down her face without restriction. *** It was past noon back in the heart of the city. “What deal have you got for me, boy?” Alfred inquired impatiently, standing on the golf course.” “For a man who built an empire from the scratch, you are quite an impatient man.” Freddy retorted. Alfred looked away from him.

My heart was pounding in my chest as the cold from the floor made my body tremble. "The truth is, Emily, if you and your silly cousin didn't ruin my chance to get back at Ethan for everything he had done, we wouldn't even be here. So blame yourself," Alfred's voice deepened, but I could still sense some remorse. I steadied my breath, looking around the room to understand the dynamic. Gloria was the woman scorned, while Alfred was a coward with a vendetta. I looked at Wayne, wondering what his driving force was. Was he the ruthless mastermind or someone I could appease?

My eyes widened at the sight of Alfred standing in the doorway. “Hello, Miss Gray,” Alfred said. “And Miss Wilson. Come in. May I show you around the house?” “Yes. Thank you, Alfred,” Amy said. We entered the house, and I whispered to Amy, “Why is he still here?” “Alfred is a Beta,” Amy explained. “He knows the house and wants to assist us with our mission to help other Betas.” “That’s great,” I said. Amy was right. Alfred had no part in Pat and Amelia’s evil crimes. He would be the perfect liaison for the people who needed the house’s services.

It was not that Axton was wildly arrogant, but he had the confidence to believe so. It was because he had already run an investigation and found out that the most formidable person in Insurgent Trifecta was their director, Joe Pennywise. Joe was a Tier-4 master fighter who had yet to reach his peak. Moreover, the man was not especially gifted in martial arts, and as administrative staff, he did not have much time to train. Axton was certain that there was nothing impressive about Joe’s capabilities.

"No wonder Penny suddenly dared to talk back to me instead of acting meek like she usually is. She's found herself a powerful backer!" Frowning, Vincent asked, "Who is that man? What is his relationship with Penny?" "I don't know about his true identity. We only know that he's from a small city in the south. Penny calls him her fellow senior apprentice," Tomas resentfully said.

“I mean, you’d have to be if you have five million lying around for blackmail. And you’re clearly a man of influence if anyone’s going through this much effort to find you. Whatever your name was, it must be one worth forking out five million dollars to protect.” It wasn’t a question as much as a poorly-veiled attempt at prying. I couldn’t help it. “It’s Alfred,” was all he said, his tone curt and final. “That’s the only name of mine you need to worry about. And I assure you that you’ll get your money’s worth for your help. You have my word.” I’d been promised things before and had them ripped out from where I’d buried the words in my heart. But while I had no intention of believing anyone a

While the computer was booting, Alfred came to join him. "Welcome back, Alpha," He saluted me and then saluted Mason and Gwen. Gwen smiled at Alfred; she had a soft spot for him. Trust Gwen to be picky. She had developed a soft spot for Alfred since the fight with Simone. I did not know why but she appreciated his effort. I hoped she would one day see Scott's worth and appreciate him too. He was a great person.

"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.

Alfred was a butler who had practically raised me since I was a little boy, he was already quite an adult, but he had won my affection so he also stayed in my mansion. Today was not an ordinary day, today was the award day for the most successful investors in the city, they would recognize who has presented more profits in the last quarter of the year. It was a full show, openings with live music, celebrities among other very important people in the country. Of course my girl would go hand in hand with me, behind a successful man there is also a feminine mind that encourages him to continue like that and that's the way Beth did it.

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.