*𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳.

[ 𝙰𝙻𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙳 (𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙽𝙻𝚈) : 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙸 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽. 𝙸 𝚃𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝚂. 𝙸 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽, 𝙾𝚁 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈'𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 . . . 𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙽𝙴. 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙼, 𝙸 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂 - 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂, 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 LIVES. 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼. 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 . . . 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻. 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗬𝗘𝗧. 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃. ]

* 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗥 : privately written A.LFRED P.ENNYWORTH of d.c's 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂 / 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚂𝙴. referencing a mix of canons but primarily comics, this blog operates on personal interpretation of his myriad of canons to streamline them into one butler.

originally established 2016, recovered from death [𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳] SEPTEMBER (2024). mostly iconless, occasionally sporadic activity, featuring mature themes and canon-typical violence.

[ 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗  : 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 ] —  [ 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 :  𝚂𝙾𝙾𝙽 ]  —  [ 𝗜𝗡𝗕𝗢𝗫  : 4 ] — [ 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗦  : 5 ]

seeing b.ear mc.creary in concert tonight, got myself VIP tickets as an early birthday present and holy shit he's amazing. got to have a bit of a pre-show with him talking and playing acoustically, and I got to meet him and talk a bit of music with him. now I get to see the actual show and I'm so goddamn excited hell yeah, let's go!!!

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂. cloaked in the mist, someone has slipped their way past the gates. tonight certainly was an ideal night for infiltration : cold fronts off the g.otham bay mean heavy cloud in the hills of the estate. that, and the manor should be empty, given the g.ala at wa.yne enterprises requiring the denizens of the house. unfortunately for their uninvited guest, A.LFRED PENNYWORTH RARELY LEAVES THE MANOR UNPROTECTED. while he has yet to ascertain how they entered, there is movement in the library. considering the library's secrets ( both intellectual and physical ), this is of course cause for alarm. typically, thieves are focused elsewhere - for more obvious valuables or seeking information more accessible ( supposedly ) in the study.

on quiet feet he moves, his many decades of espionage ever carrying him forward. prepared, armed and rather displeased to be pulled away from his evening revisiting the m.anchurian candidate. rather than enter the library the typical way, he slips into the servants stairs : passages within the walls that only the family are aware exist ( and only two among them who have knowledge of their access, given the propensity for subterfuge among his charges ). the wood panel slides open soundlessly : he raises the rifle, and 𝙸𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾 - 𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝚂.

❝ put your hands where i can see them. you are trespassing on private property, ❞ while he had not anticipated something quite like @junmoone, after all these years little can unsettle him so. perhaps he will be surprised, it has been known to happen. [ * 𝗦𝗖 : 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. ]

❝ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙼𝚈 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴S, 𝙻𝙰𝙳. 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚃, 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝙾 𝙸𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈, ❞ the armoury in the cave is bereft of guns, but THE MANOR MOST CERTAINLY IS NOT. regardless of b.ruce's personal creed a.lfred has and always will abide by his own. bullets have been companions since he was young, guns a language he speaks expert and fluently. if @outlaste wishes to learn, no matter what the b.atman may wish, the butler will not begrudge him. he gestures to the array before them, disassembled. pistols, first. ❝ take your pick. ❞ [ * 𝗦𝗖 : 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. ]

𝙸𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁. no matter time or technology, regardless of age or experience : witnessing his son in this way takes the air from his lungs without fail. WATER TURNS BRACKISH AND RUSTY BENEATH CLOTH AND HAND. he wrings it again, watching the blood fall deep pink into the basin. and so he goes again, cleaning wounds to patch him up. gently, a.lfred runs his hand over his forehead, pushing dark hair back where @crimenight hangs his head. it is a quiet moment of tenderness he allows in the wake of such violence tonight. there will be many stitches this night, and he will need more antiseptic. exhaling, the fear persists : but EXHAUSTION is far more prevalent. a cool hand covers the bruised trapezius and grasps at his elbow. battered and broken, but alive. ❝ brace yourself, bruce. i'm setting this shoulder. ❞ [ * 𝗦𝗖 : 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. ]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙰𝙲𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳. terribly bold of @arkhengel, but then the x-men were known to be so. a.lfred hums, hands clasped behind him with all the airs of the aloof and unflappable officer. the man before him cuts a rather striking figure, HIS MOTHER WOULD WEEP AT THE SIGHT OF SUCH AN ANGEL. ❝ i'm sure i don't know what you mean. and, if i did - what about me gives the impression that i might tell you ?? ❞ [ * 𝗦𝗖 : 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. ]

❝ 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴 𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾, ❞ the parlour with its rich brocade and old fashioned comforts is tucked away in one of g.otham's lesser known and exclusive lounges. not the sort of place for rabble : the old guard of the city families tend to find peace here. ONCE UPON A TIME he and the w.aynes would retreat here - he and m.artha smoking up a storm while t.homas nursed a paperback ( tea spiked with whiskey, the dulcets of n.ina simone and biscuits from the j.ewish bakery in oldtown ). alas, today the tea is clean, and a.lfred finds himself with unexpected company. ❝ what, praytell, are you doing in this city, @atleur ?? ❞ [ * 𝗦𝗖 : 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. ]