#dc alfred pennyworth

[kettlefire]

Not Always a Villain (DP x DC Prompt)

Alfred Pennyworth is a man who always stands on business. Despite what the world might think, Alfred is truly the scariest man within the Wayne family.

He is a man of morals, that is correct. There are some lines Alfred refuses to cross. Harming kids is one of them. However, some morals become flexible when it comes to his family.

Alfred isn't Batman. Or any of the other vigilantes under Batman's wing. Alfred is simply a butler, and that's all that matters. He loves his family, deeply and truly. If there is a day when no love is shared, that is the day he is dead.

Despite all that, Alfred is detatched from the vigilante work. His job is to be there for the Wayne family. To offer them help in any way he can. And Alfred always delivers.

Even if it goes unnoticed, just how large of a role he plays.

Alfred is content with his role, with his life. He is more than happy keeping his darker traits hidden and tucked away. Unneeded in a family like the Waynes.

That was until a new villain appeared in the scene. A young man who seemed to strick fear in the hearts of everyone who encountered him. With snow white hair and blood red eyes.

Alfred barely spared a thought to it. Barely paid attention to the chatter about this villain. It wasn't his job to. Alfred was simply a butler, and that was all.

That was until the day it happened. Damian Wayne was sent to the hospital. Bloodied and broken. A truly brutal attack.

When Alfred looked down at the young master. Bruised in a hospital bed with a tube helping him to breathe. Bandages hiding most of the damage, but the whole family knew. This was an extremely close call.

In that moment, Alfred Pennyworth snapped.

He pulled some strings and checked in a few long, overdue favors. Before long, Alfred was on his own mission. He didn't breathe a word of it to Bruce or the others.

Alfred knew they would try to stop him. Or worses, they'll try to join in. This was something Alfred needed to do. Despite being an overall kind-hearted man, Alfred still had the heart of a stone cold killer.

He failed when it had been Jason. Alfred wasn't going to fail Damian. Not another Wayne kid will be failed. Not anymore.

Alfred had been so set on doing it. In taking out this villain before things escalated further. This young man was clearly cold-hearted, willing to hurt anyone and anything.

That's what Alfred thought.

What he believed until the moment he was face to face with the young man. It had been so certain. The man was unbelievably cold. Laughing in the face of Alfred's words, only stroking the old man's anger.

That was until Alfred had landed a hit, and everything shifted.

Blood red eyes suddenly shifted to bright lazarus pit green. The cruel look in those eyes suddenly changed to a horrified guilty expression. The man had stopped the fight in an instant.

Pulling away from Alfred. Terror and guilt clear as day as the villain seemed to retreat. In that moment, it all seemed to click in Alfred's mind.

This wasn't a villain. He wasn't a monster only determined to hurt anyone in his path. He wasn't the Joker.

Even when green eyes turned red once again. Even when the young man struggled and fought against him.

Alfred didn't yield.

He slapped special cuffs on the man, removing the powers he had. Dragged the villain all the way back to the cave.

Even when the anger and recognition flooded everyones' expressions. Alfred didn't stand down. He held strong, refusing to let anyone get their hands on the young man.

The young man that seemed too much like a young boy.

Alfred pushed the crusade to help. Laid his case out. Pulled the trust card. The supposed villain wasn't the person Alfred had beef with.

Not after hour long interrogations. Getting as much information as they could. It was a struggle, but it found an end. Alfred had no qualms with this young man.

No, he quickly learned who was to blame. Who was the person who deserved Alfred's anger. Deserved to pay for what was done. Alfred had a name, and soon... Very soon, that person will be in an obituary. A name was all Alfred needed.

Alfred was going to take down this Freakshow. Even if it was the last thing he could do.

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Alfred: If you keep on stealin my kitchen utensils, I'm goin to kick you out of the kitchen!

Robin!Jason: That's a whisk I'm willin to take!

[mylifeingotham]

Check out this Alfred Pennyworth edit by Tv Addict (@TvAddict12) on YouTube

Link to og vid https://youtube.com/shorts/HMT6tQ9RfeY?si=dyIfgE--ZB6X9BSd

[llamaisllama777]

DON'T MESS WITH ALFRED....

Like at all.

Okay, he's dead, Al.

AL! STOP HE'S ALREADY DEAD!

[niphredil-14]

i just saw my dad watching the show Pennyworth, and blurted out, “oh, is this pre dilf alfred??” smh

[bobbenkatzen]

Bright Knight: Year One

After frightening a would-be criminal into falling into the toxic Ace Chemicals, the young 20 year old Batman instinctively reaches out to save the man under the Red Hood.

Rough Night

Another horrible night in Gotham. Thankfully the silent Alfred is always prepared to tend to any wounds.

Batman and Robin

After much convincing, 15 year old Tomás Wayne  (don’t do Venom, kids!) agrees to join his older brother as Robin The Teen Wonder.

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

"Shit."

All the adults present froze, as if under spell.

Alfred was holding a plate in mid-air and Bruce had dropped his fork on the plate.

After a few moments of amazement, Bruce turned his gaze to Jason.

"Son, what did I tell you about cursing while your brothers are there listening to you?"

Jason defended himself, "He didn't hear it from me! I'm careful!"

[miasonwing]

[frownyalfred]

love the idea of the Batfamily getting stopped and searched in the family car on the way back to the Manor and everyone’s tense expecting Jason to be the one packing like twelve guns but it’s Alfred? Alfred is absolutely unbelievably strapped up to high heaven? And he somehow manages to talk to the cops out of arresting him or even giving him a ticket?

Bruce is just standing on the side of the road pinching the bridge of his nose. Jason is grinning so widely his face is about to rip. Alfred’s guns are all sitting on the hood of the car and there’s at least three there that Bruce remembers taking away and destroying. Dick is taking pictures on his phone to send to Barbara and trying not to laugh. Tim has Kon on speaker narrating it…

[aylendoesart]

Finally got done with this bit of my Super Sons animation ✌️ based on Superman #10 by Peter Tomasi and Patrick Gleason

[kettlefire]

Alfred & the Strange Child

Alfred hadn't intend to ever see the child again. It was meant to be a one and done. He's seen enough runaways in his life time to know they rarely linger in the same place.

Especially the younger they are.

The kid had to be just around ten or twelve. At first glance, many wouldn't think much of him. However, Alfred's had his fair share of encounters with troubled kids.

Especially troubled kids with black hair and blue eyes.

He'd bought him a meal. Something simple. A pre-made salad, a bag of chips, a cookie, and chocolate milk.

Alfred dropped it by the child as he left the grocery store. His own purchases ready for travel. His mind already working through his mental checklist of the day.

He also hadn't intended to stop. A quick hand-off and he should have been on his way.

But the way those wide bright blue eyes stared at him. All the emotions running through him as the child realized what had just transpired.

He couldn't just abandon the child without so much of a smile.

So he didn't. He offered the child his most sincerest smile.

To his surprise, the kid pulled something out the ratty old backbag he had. Held it out for Alfred. Carefully the butler took it, turning it over in his hand.

It was cool to the touch, a soft pastel blue color. Almost transparent if you looked close enough. In the shape of a bat. In the shape of the bat signal.

The kid beamed up at him, seemingly satisified with the trade. Promptly gathered his new things, and left.

Alfred couldn't stop the soft smile from gracing his lips, once he was settled in his car. Eyes trained on the strange, cool, pebble.

He gave it a resting place in his breast pocket, right beside his pocket watch.

A week later, when he went out for a quick errand. He didn't expect to find the same boy sitting on a bench, legs tucked under him.

He especially didn't expect the child to recognize him and grin.

A full, whole-hearted grin.

The way Alfred's heart clenched at the sight, urged him forward. This time, his offering was one of the butter crossiant he had picked up.

In exchange, he recieved a stone in the shape of Nightwing's emblem. The shade of blue just a tad darker than the previous on.

After that, Alfred found himself spotting the little child everywhere he went. A routine was set in place. He'd offer the child a food or beverage, in return he got a new stone to add to his growing collection.

One of these days, he'll remember to exchange names.

[jasonsthunderthighs]

*At a family gatherin at the manor*

Jason: Hi, Dick! Hi, Barbara! *Sees Titus the Batdog* Oh, hello, Titus! Oh, he's so cute! Such a cute dog!

Dick: Yea, I know.

Alfred: Say “Hi” to Master Bruce, Jason.

Jason: *Looks at Bruce with disgust and in a flat tone* Hello, B.

[mantareidraws]

Giving battinson the big birb hug he so desperately needs 🫂

[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

[sreppub]

i’m a little stressed rn so i wanted to draw bruce putting on clark’s flannel when he thinks no one is looking…. and dick <3

[patronsaintofpink]

"erm actually Batman didn't teach any of his Robins how to handle a gun—" absolutely NOT. In Alfred Pennyworth's household? Don't make me laugh. Every single one of those kids have perfect trigger discipline.