#jason and alfred

[cliosunshine]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

jason todd x gn!reader; alfred pennyworth

warnings: none

word count: 1.9k

author's note: I kinda hate this ngl, it's like I've lost all my (albeit very poor) preexistent writing abilities; enjoy!

"Alfred, could you please pass me the cocoa powder?"

The butler hummed, handing you the box as he looked over the batter you were mixing up, "Of course, Miss Y/N."

"Thanks."

The manor was eerily silent, except for the quiet exchanges between you and Alfred. Bruce was busy at some event overseas that required his presence as playboy billionaire, while Dick and Tim were both working. Damian, Steph and Cass were in school/uni and Jason was on a week-long mission with the Outlaws. Oh, and today was your day off.

"Miss Y/N, I think you should need to add the flour first."

Forgotten, half-empty teacups were placed on each opposite end of the kitchen island. You peered down at a safe distance at Alfred's old recipe notebook, worried about staining the pristine pages with your cocoa powder-stained fingers. Instead, you squinted your eyes to read the instructions better.

"Ah, yes, you're right. Thanks Albert."

"No worries."

You tried yout best not to mess up the measurements as you lightly swayed to the jazzy melodies playing from the living room's phonograph. You learned from your first visit at the manor that it had belonged to Bruce's grandfather and the records Alfred often played eased Jason's mind. You smiled at the thought of your boyfriend.

"Alfred, do you think Jay will like these?"

The butler, now seated, finished his sip of tea before speaking.

"I sure do, Miss Y/N," He reassured you, "Brownies were Master Jason's favourite dessert when he was younger, and he seemed to favour Mrs. Wayne's recipe very dearly."

You attached the handle of the stand mixer as you turned to smile at Alfred, forgetting to put the setting on low as a cloud of flour engulfed you.

You coughed up flour as you blindly reached for the power lever.

"Oh no, wait- How do I stop this?!"

You could've easily passed as Caspar's cousin by the way the flour managed to find its way in your hair, on your face and all over your apron. Lucky for you, Alfred managed to shut the machine off as he directed an amused smile your way.

"I reckon that it is time for me to step in, Miss Y/N."

You huffed as you dusted yourself off, a downturned smile betraying your disappointed expression, "It's supposed to be your day off, Alfred! I just wanted to make something nice for you and the others once they returned to the manor..."

The butler cleaned the counter from and removed the handle attached to the stand mixer, taking a silicone spatula out of one of the drawers.

"Mixing the batter by hand will help," He commented as he began delicately incorporating the dry ingredients to the butter, chocolate and sugar concoction you were at least able to make.

It was your time to sit down with your cup of tea now. You admired the dexterity of the older man: every little movement was calculated, not a single step misplaced.

You had been coming to the manor for over two years now, and whilst the others were excited to welcome Littlewing's s/o to the family (Dick's words not yours), the one person you were the most nervous about meeting and desperately wanted to be liked by, was Alfred.

You had heard countless stories of the man from Jason, and it didn't take you very long to figure out he must've been and still was a very important role and a save haven for him.

You also had the privilege of trying some of Alfred's baking that Jason managed to sneak from the manor and well, it made you nostalgic for a childhood in where you'd probably never eaten white chocolate and macadamia nut cookies but god could you feel it in your soul.

And as far as you were concerned, anyone who could manage to speak to your soul with their cooking/baking deserved all your respect.

"Miss Y/N, could you hand me the chocolate bar?"

"Of course," you stood up and walked over to him, watching intently as he chopped the dark chocolate with fine precision, "Is that the same brand Mrs. Wayne used?"

"It is, yes. It must've been over half a century now, when she first showed me how to execute the recipe without any difficulties," he reminisced as the kept working the knife against the cutting board.

You could only nod as you kept your gaze on the wrapping by the bowl.

"You know, Miss Y/N," began Alfred, "you remind me an awful lot of her."

You froze mid-sway, devoid of words as you continued to look at the wrapping.

"What?"

Alfred's gaze met yours, and something hidden behind his blue eyes - affection, sadness - made you take a deep breath.

"How so?" You pried, now very curious at his statement.

He looked to his right, where there, on the wall by the kitchen's fireplace, a picture of Thomas and Martha Wayne was hung.

"The first time Jason brought you here," he began, "you carried yourself with the same modesty yet determination and strong will power. it had been a while since someone reminded me of her so strongly - master Bruce felt it, too, that day."

His eyes shined with unshed tears as he continued.

You looked at the frame on the wall.

"Nobody really knew that master Jason had a partner, not even master Timothy had been aware of the fact, so bringing you here after months of master Dick's pleading was bound to be a memorable event."

"Yeah," you chuckled, "it took Dick breaking into Jason's apartment in the middle of the night while I was staying over, for him to finally give in,"

The corners of Alfred's eyes crinkled.

"You're good for him, miss Y/N. Your calm presence grounds him immensely."

You felt you face heat up at the compliment. Clearing your throat, you nodded once bashfully.

"Did you preheat the oven?"

"I sure did. 180°C, right?"

"Correct."

Alfred handed you the pan and you slid it in the oven.

Now all you had to do was wait.

You checked the grandfather clock by the hallway. It was 5.30 p.m.

"Well," you clapped once, "time to clean up."

The butler dismissed you with his hand.

"It is alright, Miss Y/N," he stated, starting to put the sugar away, "I will take care of it."

You kept quiet and as his back was turned, you grabbed as many ingredients as you could muster and made your way to the pantry.

"Nonsense," you exclaimed as you returned and dusted off the scale, "I presented the idea in the first place, so it is my duty to clean everything up."

Alfred closed him eyes in mock frustration, making you chuckle.

"Are you planning to stay for dinner?"

"Oh no, don't worry about that, I'll be home in a jiffy. I don't want to intrude, especially on your day off from everybody, in fact I should go right now-"

"How long has he been away, Miss Y/N?"

Body stilling, you turned halway as your hands stopped untying the knot at the back of your apron.

"Uhm-...6 days,"

"Then I cannot allow you to spend another evening by yourself."

"No, Alfred, really, it's ok-"

"You should stay, sweetheart."

You whipped your head at the voice by the kitchen door, the movement nearly giving you whiplash.

Jason was leaning against the doorframe, both his arms and his legs crossed. His face held an expression you couldn't quite pin point - his eyes seemed to have been gazing longingly at you and Albert, as if remembering something.

"Jaybee!"

In a hurry of both excitement and stupor, you flung yourself at him, making him react quickly in order to catch you.

You pressed you face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply. He smelled of soap and leather. He must've taken a shower before coming to the manor, as his civilian clothes also hinted.

Jason reciprocated the hug and lifted you up for a few seconds, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You felt him let a breath of relief as his shoulders sagged, finally relaxing after almost a week.

"You came early," you smiled.

"Mission went smoothly for once," he shrugged, clearly trying to hide his own happiness.

Your feet found the ground and you pecked him on the lips once, aware of Alfred's presence in the room.

The older man had a relaxed expression on his face.

"Welcome home, master Jason," he greeted him, "It's good to hear everything went well,"

Basking in the quiet and easy atmosphere created in the kitchen, Jason let a genuine smile leave his lips, one of those that reached his half-closed eyes and made his nose slighly wrinkle. You loved seeing him that at ease with someone other than yourself.

Pulling away from him, you went to check the brownies baking in the oven.

"What were you guys making?" Asked Jason, curious about the apron on you and Alfred and having half an idea thanks to the smell of chocolate engulfing the space.

"Miss Y/N was very enthusiastic on making you and others brownies." Explained Alfred, "Martha Wayne's recipe, to be precise."

Jason's eyes lit up at that. He let out a groan as he approached the oven, where you were squatting to get a better view of the pan.

"God, I love you"

You looked up as heat spread all over your face. Alfred cleared his throat and made him way out of the kitchen, giving the both of you a last, knowing smile.

You got up and followed his retreating figure with your eyes.

"You've been here all day?"

"Mh...since uh, 10 in the morning." You said softly, keeping your gaze on you boyfriend and checking for any visible injuries on his face. Not having found any, you sighed in relief.

"Alfred invited me. We made lunch together, and we also made blueberry cupcakes for Damian's class"

Jason leaned down and kissed your forehead in appreciation. He loved when his two favourite people spent time together.

He had to admit he was may more nervous than you at the thought of introducing you to Alfred, more than he was about Bruce, but after he saw the proud look the older man sent his way at the end of the first dinner you spent in the manor, he knew he had made the right choice.

The right choice in bringing you to the manor, the right choice in committing to you, the right choice in letting you see him, flaws and all.

"Stay with us for dinner, doll"

"Wait, what happened to big, scary Jason Todd who can't bear to stand anywhere near his siblings?"

Jason grinned misceviously.

"Nothing at all, princess. In fact, nobody could make it for dinner today,"

"What about Damian and Steph-" you couldn't finish the question that Jason shushed you, chuckling as you shot him a glare, knowing very well you hated to be interrupetd.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. Now, why don't you get get cozied up by the fireplace and let me arrange a charcuterie for the three of us?"

"Ohh, fancy"

"-wait, where did you get the French wine?"

Now, brownies on the cooling rack, Bruce's French cheese and wine on the coffeetable by the main fireplace, you, Jason and Alfred had settled into a comfortable silence, the only source of sound coming from the phonograph by the patio doors. Jason visibly relaxed even further from its soothing melodies, Etta James' voice carrying throught the room and making him melt in the expensive leather couch, shoulders bumping with yours and head almost resting on top of yours.

Alfred looked at the two of you from his place in the armchair and couldn't help but feel his heart burst with love and happiness at seeing his boy, Jason, relaxed and completely at ease for the first time in a very, very long time.

[livsoulsecrets]

Batfam + References to being family (Part 25)

Part 24

In Batman #71, there's Alfred telling Bruce "I've known you. Since you were a child. My child."

In Batman #76, Tim and Damian have an argument about dealing with Bane and Tim yells, "Since he took our city and broke our father!"

In Batman #81, Damian says "The bluter was family. Father is family. [...] And them... They're family."

In Batman #81, Bruce says "Once inside the cave, he [Damian] can let in his brothers and sisters."

In Batman #83, Bruce receives a message from Alfred after his death: "But there are good lives. And you, my son, are living one."

Batman #85 shows Bruce visiting Alfred's grave, which reads "Alfred Pennyworth - Beloved father and grandfather." Bruce tells him the boys came over, they ate together and sent their love.

Batman: Pennyworth R.I.P. has a flashback where Alfred tells Jason, "That's why you can always count on family."

In Batman: Gotham Knights #17, Bruce asks to formally adopt Dick and he accepts:

In the same issue, Dick also tells Bruce, "Me and Alfred and Barbara and Tim... Jean Paul and Jim and Leslie and Cassandra... [...] You already have a family."

Part 26

[thewrittenpodcast]

jason and tim dick and damian jason and damian jason and dick cass and bruce damian and tim anyone and cass cas and anyone jason and alfred are the best duos fr

[shyjusticewarrior]

I actually think Alfred had good intentions towards Jason in Robin & Batman: Jason Todd #1 even if I don't agree with his conclusion.

However it is a little confusing given that Batman: Legends of Gotham portrayed Alfred as convincing Jason to stay when Jason felt like he wasn't meeting Bruce's standards for Robin.

There's two more issues of this comic, so maybe Alfred will change his mind about what's best for Jason. Time will tell.

[frogaroundandfindout]

Batman #15

[noka-exe]

doomed family

[barbaras-grayson]

Nightwing (2016-): Fear State

[ineveryfandom]

bruce and dick, father and son? classic. batman and robin, partners in justice? exciting. bruce and dick, brothers with a huge age gap? more likely than you think.

-

Jason: *loses in a game against bruce*

Bruce, patting his back: it’s alright son, let’s play again

Dick: *loses in a game against bruce*

Bruce: that’s for calling me old

Dick, screaming at Bruce: HOW COULD YOU?!

Duke, new to the fam, very concerned: what’s happening?

Tim: you don’t wanna know

Duke, nervous: …is it something really bad?

Tim, gravely: yes

Dick, shaking Bruce: HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU DRINK MY SMOOTHIE?!

Duke:

Alfred: *pointedly looking at the broken window*

Bruce: dick did it

Dick, in space, on call with Alfred: i wasn’t even anywhere NEAR there

Cass: fuck!

Bruce: language

Steph: let my girl say fuck

Bruce: language.

TV playing in the background: ..nd SCORE! unfortunately, the Gotham Guardsmen have lost to Metropolis Metros once m—

Dick, from the couch: motherfUCKER

Bruce, angrily: metropolis BASTARDS

Cass:

Cass: not fair >:[

In a restaurant

Barbara: dick can you pass me the salt

Dick, with headphones on, not hearing her:

Barbara: dick? dick. dick!

Bruce: ill get it

Bruce: *reaches for the salt near dick’s plate*

Dick: *suddenly has his arms around his food, his fork clattering to the ground, their drinks spilling everywhere*

Bruce:

Dick:

Barbara:

Dick: ...in my defense these are some real good nachos

Dick: *waltzes inside bruce’s room, not saying anything*

Bruce: ...?

Dick: *looks at the pictures on the walls*

Bruce: can i help you??

Dick: *checks himself out in the mirror*

Bruce: please do that in your own room

Dick: *turns on the lights and rummages in the drawers*

Bruce: i already ate all the snacks there

Dick: *leaves* *doesn’t close the door*

Bruce:

Damian, also in the room:

Damian, in realization: jason got it from him

[favoritebatfam]

Brucie Wayne accidentally killing the joker

This happens before Red Hood is revealed as Jason, but after he shows up. Bruce is at a gala and has been very stressed lately, which is why he was so caught off guard with the Joker arriving. A big thing about today? It’s Jason’s adoption day anniversary. Bruce is barely clinging to being good.

However, Joker has a new laughing gas that he thought would make everyone fall into a catatonic state of laughter, striking a blow against all of Gotham’s elite.

That’s what he thought it would do.

Instead, it lowered inhibitions and increased their emotions. It also reduced their ability to think things through. Doing this to Bruce, who is stressed with Red Hood making moves and Justice League stuff getting more stressful and it being the anniversary of the day he could finally welcome his beautiful boy into the family, only to be face to face with the reason he lost his kid?

It only takes one comment about the old Robin for Bruce to go feral.

He isn’t thinking things through, isn’t focused on how hard he is hitting things, or where they are moving until he’s on a balcony with the Joker, and he’s distantly aware he’s been screaming about the clown having done enough-

Everyone watches, spellbound, as Brucie Wayne, under the influence of this new gas, pitches both the Joker and himself off the balcony, twenty stories above the ground.

Red Hood catches Brucie Wayne.

No one catches the Joker.

The morning papers scream about how the Joker died from Gotham’s prince being drugged, and how the city’s new crime lord kidnapped Brucie before he could die.

Everyone in Gotham is in disarray.

Dick is panicking after seeing the headline. (He was in Bludhaven.)

Tim is cursing himself. (He was home sick with the flu.)

Jason is struggling with his emotions.

Alfred is loading his shot gun.

[non-binary-lil-star]

Hc all the batkids decide to give Bruce Happy Mothers day as a prank

. Dick comes up with the idea and gets everyone to sign a Happy Mother's Day card that he made

. Jason buys him a watch with a small card saying "Happy Mother's day, loser"

. Cass buys him a mug that says "Best Mother in the world" (Shiva will later find out and fistfight Bruce because of it)

. Tim makes a gadget that Bruce had projected but had no time to actually build, and leaves it on his desk in a small gift box

. Duke has No Idea how other people are going about the prank and decides to buy him flowers

. Damian paints Martha Wayne (Tim helps by finding him several reference pictures)

They all think they're going to make Bruce Very Uncomfortable. Because well, he's not a mother. He's their father. Guys, Bruce starts sobbing by the end of the day. He hugs them and won't let go. Plan sucessfully backfired.

[mantareidraws]

Giving battinson the big birb hug he so desperately needs 🫂

[business-as-usual-bats]

Idk if anyone else remembers, but Batman canonically carries around Bat-cookies according to the Batman/Scooby-Doo crossover.

I LOVE to think Batman carries them around as snacks for Robin. I love it even more to think he uses said cookies to bribe Robin into good behavior in a similar fashion to Scooby Snacks.

Little Dick Grayson: I don't wanna go to some stupid Gala! U can't make me!

Bruce, in desperation: would u do it for a bat-cookie?

Dick: woah! Bat-shaped! Cool!

Bruce: andddd you can have another one after the party

Dick, mouth full of cookie: okay :)

Bruce, internally: thank fuck a parenting hack that works

Batman: stop! Don't kill him!

Red Hood: and why do I give a fuck what you-

Batman: would u spare his life for a Bat-cookie?

Red Hood:

Red Hood: I'm not a kid anymore-

Batman: they're fresh, look, still warm

Red Hood: ...

Red Hood: this works ONCE. This ONE time. Gimme that damn cookie.

Batman: of course

Red Hood: Fuck I've missed these what the hell does Alfred put in em

Bruce: go to sleep, Tim

Tim: I'm almost done-

Bruce: go to sleep now and you can have a bat-cookie

Tim: a what?

Bruce: a bat-cookie. See? Here, first taste is free. Try it.

Tim: bribery? Really?

Bruce: positive reinforcement

Tim: giving me treats like I'm some kind of dog?

Bruce: try it and then we'll debate the ethics

Tim [eats cookie]:

Tim:

Tim: okay

Bruce: Okay?

Tim: if I promise to sleep a full 8 hours I want two more and a glass of milk

Bruce: u drive a hard bargain but I accept

Dick: aw, c'mon, Damian. One picture. For me, to remember your first day of high school. Do it for a bat-cookie?

Damian: -tt- I've heard of these so-called "bat-cookies" Insulting. I am not a child. I refuse to participate in such an asinine tradition.

Dick: shame. Alfred made animal-friendly ones so you can share with Ace and Batcow. I guess they don't get any treats either, then

Damian: well

Damian: since it would please you so very much, I will overlook this patronizing lapse in judgment

Damian [tries one bite of cookie]:

Damian:

Damian: given Batcows higher food intake requirements, I will require at least a dozen.

Damian [takes another bite]: perhaps two dozen

Duke: you agree I did a good job today?

Bruce: yes? I suppose. Earlier, when you stopped that-

Duke: shut it. Don't care. Cookie me.

Bruce: excuse me?

Duke: I know about the cookies, old man. You've been holding out on me. The cat's out of the bag. I did a good job, I get a cookie. That's how it works, right?

Bruce: uh well

Bruce: that was a long time ago

Bruce: i had to discontinue that method after-

Duke: are you saying I'm not a valid member of this family because I was never Robin?

Bruce: of course you are! But I don't have any on me-

Duke: don't. Lie. To. Me.

Bruce: Okay! Okay. You're right, I'm sorry. Here, take it. Just... do me a favor, and don't go announcing to the whole cave you got-

Duke: YES. MY FIRST BAT-COOKIE! SCORE!

Every batmember in the vicinity: BAT-COOKIES ARE BACK????

Bruce: NO! stay back! Stay back you animals! Alfred! Alfred! It's happening again-

Alfred, sighing: I'll preheat the oven, sir

[batsandbirdsandothers]

Ghost!jason and Damian - definition of enemies to bros. From jason rightfully haunting damian's spoiled ass, to teaching the robin way, to a ghost mourning party.

Part 5 | Part 6 of Ghost Jason Series

AN: are we close to the end of the ghost Jason series??

[theendlessnessofbeingme]

Stephanie dying her hair black for an undercover OP

Stephanie: So what you guys think

Dick:

Tim: That is so freaky

Jason: You… you look like Bruce’s mom!

Stephanie: WHAT? No I don’t!

Dick: You do! And it’s so fucking freaky!

Tim: It’s a really fucking eerie resemblance. Are you sure you’re not related to him? Like a distant cousin or something?

Stephanie: Your all fucking insane. I don’t look like her!

Jason: Hold on. Alfred! Can you come here!

Alfred: There is no need to shout Master Jason. Now what is all the commotion?

Jason: We just need to know, does Steph look like Bruce’s mom?

Alfred: Bloody Hell. You do bear a very striking resemblance to the late Martha Wayne, Ms Brown.

Tim: Told you.

Dick: Come on let’s dye it brown before Bruce sees and has a fucking panic attack.

[ccccchepushilo]

I imagine alfred combed all the robins' hair in the middle section since they were kids (and they're still doing it) only damian's the only one who's been able to escape this fate

[batfam-is-a-feeling]

So I've seen a lot of Bruce fics noting how his kids aren't kids anymore and are growing up, but I want to offer you another point of view...

The batkids star noticed how they dad is getting old...

Like, everyone usually makes jokes about how Bruce is practically an old man, and all that, but sometimes they're just doing something and suddenly their dad looks so tired.

Tim always jokes about how everyone will leave Bruce with gray hair at an early age, but that week when he stopped to discuss a case, he noticed for the first time how Bruce's hair had many gray strands.

Bruce puts on some reading glasses because you can't spend all night looking at screens in the dark and expect your eyes to work the same. When Jason sees him, he's about to make a comment until his brain clicks. Suddenly, Bruce looks very old, and Jason feels his breath hitch.

Dick just did a risky stunt and Bruce catches him (because obviously he catches him. His dad always catches him) but Dick notices how when he gets up Bruce has to hide how he needs to stretch because of how his bones crunched when he caught him.

It's all these little things. The kids notice, and suddenly Batman isn't just an endlessly distant symbol. Batman transforms into Bruce, their father, who at some point won't be young enough to keep up with them...

(Anyway, sorry. If this is a mess, I can't speak English properly because I'm tired)