Fics like Patient: In Honor of Alfred Pennyworth

When Alfred was seven, his grandfather insisted on walking him to school and instead of doing so, he took him to the nearest park, and made a day out of their rebelliousness. There was a tradition there, Alfred had decided, so he leaned into it and found comfort in getting behind the wheel at five in the morning on a Wednesday to drive down to the private school Bruce was at. Found strength in the way when he walked through the gates, he ran over to him, smiled charmingly and let Alfred lead him back to the car. Bruce and Dick still mindlessly did Alfred’s tradition. They slipped into the same worn seats that Alfred sat Bruce at, that he sat across Bruce and Dick when he was still little, that he drove them both to when Jason arrived. But Jason was not like them. He was a genius, he loved to read, to cook. He had all A’s but he brushed them off like he didn’t deserve it. Alfred didn’t know what to do with boys who claimed they didn’t like hot chocolate. Especially not on Wednesday afternoons. - There were few things in life that Alfred Pennyworth regretted; having the patience to bear through Bruce's justice speeches were one of them. Jason's death was another.

Fics like Patient: In Honor of Alfred Pennyworth

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