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DCEU Prompt Post #1
Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!
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FILL: Alfred/Diana, friendship + getting together (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-01 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)She gave him an apple-cheeked smile. "Very well, actually. Clark gives his regards." She hefted the duffel bag she was carrying into Bruce's arms and looked past him. "Good morning, Alfred."
"Will you be staying for tea today, Ms. Prince?"
"No, sorry, not today. I would love to another time. I only came to bring that." She tipped her head towards Bruce, who had set the bag down on the desk near the entryway and opened it partway with some suspicion. As they watched he unzipped it farther to stick a hand in and push the contents around.
"Two whole and intact," Diana said, then, as Bruce pulled out what looked like a mechanized wing, "and what Victor thinks are protoypes for airborne propulsion systems."
"Thank you." Bruce looked as though it only pained him slightly to say. He continued fishing through the bag while Alfred saw her out to the carport and watched the silver Carrera take off like a slingshot down the drive and out of sight.
Back inside, Bruce was still frowning at the duffel.
"For someone who claims to dislike technology she can't reason with she certainly seems comfortable behind the wheel," Alfred said.
"You should see her on a horse," Bruce said, and finally zipped the bag closed and slung it over his shoulder. "Did you want to help me take a look at these or will you be too busy?"
"Oh, have no fear on that score. Ms. Prince may have my tea, but you'll always have my weapons analysis." Alfred waved a gracious hand in the direction of the back stairs. "Shall we?"
___
After so many years of plying his acting skills among Gotham's social elite, Bruce was an expert at the sort of obnoxious, insouciant lean he employed against the workbench Alfred was working at.
"Diana Prince will be coming by this afternoon for the radiation scanners if you want to clear some room in your schedule to admire her driving."
Alfred sighed. The slow, creeping return of Bruce's sense of humor in the time he'd been working with the metahumans was a mixed blessing. "Duly noted."
Ms. Prince appeared promptly at three o'clock, and she and Alfred were just sitting down when Bruce emerged from the panelled wall at the far end of the kitchen with two small black Pelican cases.
"Victor says he can pick up the radiation signatures on his own, so there's one for Clark and one for you," he said in lieu of a greeting, stacking the cases on the table next to Diana's teacup. "There are instructions inside. The fluid the nanites are in is the part that's irradiated, so that's where it will read the strongest. If there are components stored separately the other parts will be a lot harder to find."
"And still no progress in determining their purpose?" Diana said.
Bruce shook his head. "Barry's had a little luck tracking police reports for dispersal patterns. Nothing else. Enjoy your tea," he said, and vanished back into the panelling. Alfred would have despaired for his manners if he had any left for them after all this time. As it was he could only appreciate that Bruce was comfortable enough with her not to bother.
"It must have been more convenient for Superman to come for these," Alfred said as he poured. Earl Grey today. He took his with lemon, and watched her do the same.
"It would have," she sighed. "If the strongest man on the planet weren't too scared to come himself. Those two are. . ." she rolled her eyes in fond exasperation.
"Cautious of one another?" he offered.
"Like children is more like it. As different as they are their ways are more alike than they are opposed, and yet they can barely admit they tolerate each other if they're not fighting something."
"I think," Alfred said carefully, "that as long as the fighting part holds the rest will come in time."
Diana watched him with a thoughtful tilt to her head, as though she could tell it was more than idle observation, then shook it. "I will have to take your word on that. It has been a long time since I've fought alongside someone I wasn't already close to."
Alfred gratefully let the vague explanation he was concocting dissolve when he realized she would not pry despite her curiosity. "Because you grew up with your. . ."
"Sisters," she said, "yes," and smiled like the sun coming up. She glowed as she talked about her homeland, through one cup of tea and another. It wasn't until the pot was down to the dregs and Ms. Prince had taken her leave that Bruce reappeared.
"You could have given that to him yourself."
"If she's going to keep showing up at my house I'm going to keep putting her to work."
"She came at your invitation."
"This time."
"You ought to see that it happens again."
Bruce didn't bother peddling the lie about working alone; he did learn, eventually. "And why is that?"
"Batman," Alfred said, "isn't the only one who could use a bigger "us" in their "us against them."
___
Bruce, of course, did not.
It wasn't until some weeks later that Alfred saw Diana Prince again. The security system pinged with a somewhat euphemistic "visitor alert", and the video feed that linked to his phone showed a familiar silver Porsche entering the gates of the estate.
She apologized for dropping in unannounced. He welcomed her in, of course, although he warned her that Bruce wasn't home at the moment.
"Oh, that's all right." She didn't ask for an update on the robots, which Alfred would be able to offer nearly as much information on as Bruce would, nor did she offer any to pass along.
For lack of other options, Alfred fell back on offering tea, a first flush Darjeeling. He didn't expect her to take a sip and then light up laughing.
"You have had something different every time I've come here. How many kinds of tea do you have?"
"Oh, never enough," Alfred chuckled, feeling a bit caught out. He'd been doing it for his own amusement more than anything else, with no idea that she would know or care. "If you have any particular favorites you're always welcome to make a request, of course."
"I wouldn't even know where to start. Everything's been wonderful. This is--" there could be nothing new under the sun for someone like her, and yet she was fascinated, taking a deep inhale over her teacup, "it's like flowers."
If there were such a thing as the opposite of fidgeting, a sudden stillness not out of fear but a total lack of knowing how to respond, that would've been him. The teacup and saucer made a convenient scapegoat.
Perplexingly, she made no mention of the robots, of Clark Kent, or even of Bruce Wayne. Instead, he learned that in her guise as an antiques dealer she made a hobby of recovering and returning stolen art and artifacts, as she recounted the story of a painting she'd been tracking down.
She was long gone before Bruce returned from the opening of a new library the Wayne Foundation was funding. Alfred was steeled for interrogation, as the same surveillance system that had alerted him also operated remotely. As he expected, Bruce's first words upon entering were, "What did she want this time?"
"I've had a lovely afternoon, Master Wayne, thank you for asking. And how was the ribbon-cutting?" Alfred sighed and threw down his rag. "To be perfectly honest," he said, "I've no idea."
"Did she say anything strange? Ask any questions?"
"Yes." Alfred turned and leaned back against the desk to crossing his arms, the picture of consideration. He hardly needed to deal with Bruce's busybodying on top of his own befuddlement. "She did ask one that surprised me. She wanted to know how many kinds of tea I have."
Bruce's mouth flattened like a belligerent bullfrog. "Anything useful."
"Not for your purposes. I was pleased she'd noticed the tea selections."
And that was the end of it.
Alfred made sure the sugar bowl remained full.
On the occasions Diana Prince dropped in, which happened with some frequency if not regularity, Bruce vacillated between gentle teasing and the suspicion that two of the only people on earth he couldn't buy or bully were doing something he might not approve of.
Then, as Alfred suspected would occur more than once in his life, Timothy Drake happened.
Re: FILL: Alfred/Diana, friendship + getting together (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-01 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)I'm in love with all of this, anon, I am so excited to see this continue. <3
/OP
Re: FILL: Alfred/Diana, friendship + getting together (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-06 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Alfred/Diana, friendship + getting together (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-04 02:40 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Alfred/Diana, friendship + getting together (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-07-06 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)Bruce's mouth flattened like a belligerent bullfrog, LOL BRILLIANT.
Ben Affleck's mouth is just...really big okay? And at some point I'm sure I'll write something involving something equally big getting put in it, but for it's relegated to cameos.
I'm glad you're enjoying it <3