batwomans_gotham | (no subject)

Current Mood: worried
Current Location: parlor, wayne manor

Entry tags:

alfred,
mornbein

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Alfred was sitting in the parlor drinking the tea he had just made. He was waiting. She must be out. He chuckled to himself. Of course, she was. It was night. She ruled the night.

He sighed and took a drink of his tea.

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He tries very hard not to roll his eyes. He just sighs instead.

"I see you are sporting some fine new fastion." he states.

That gets him a cheeky, toothy grin as she holds out her left hand, letting the small but adaquit diamond on the flame cut ring catch the light.
"Like my weddin' ring?"

He blinks at the ring. "Are you not a little young to be getting married, miss?"

"I'm of age." She shrugs, enjoying his slight surprise. "My ol' lady 'n older sister got married the same age."

"Hmmm." he says leaning back a bit in the winded back chair he was sitting in. "So, who is the lucky man that stole your heart away?"

"An alter 'a the best friend 'a the nerd Bats is sendin' home." She looks in the teapot again as though expecting the fine Earl Grey to have been replaced by something more to her liking, then grumbles softly in a language like water over rocks and the wind in leaves.

"Oh," he states watching her. "What's his name than?"

"Warren Peace." She knows he won't miss the irony of her new last name.

That earns a hearty chuckle out of the English man. Matter of fact, it earned a grin as well. "You are marrying a man by the name of War and Peace?" he asks chuckling.

"Ben Mrs. Peace fer a couple months." She smirks, though there is a softness in those bright eyes.

He just chuckles softly, "I am happy for you, miss."

She grins again, then sobers and glances toward the window. "Joker's back."

A heavy sigh. "It was only a matter of time."

"Just when Bats is nearly done drivin' herself inta the ground." She glances around. "Where's Ace?"

He nods sharply. "Well, I have been trying to tell her and she fired me." he states cooly. "So, you can see how much she listens to me."

A pause. "I haven't seen him since I got here."

"She's lettin' Brent's dyin' kill 'er," she says moodily, once more looking into the teapot. "Oh, he's in the Cave."

A nod. "She doesn't take death very well and I figured the old boy was in the cave." A pause. "Though I would rather wait for the madame up here." He watches her.

"If you would like something different to drink, you can ask. The teapot contents will not change just by you looking at them."

She quirks a grin at him, though her eyes stay troubled this time. "Kin never tell, someplaces they do."

A chuckle. "Perhaps. Though in this place you still have to ask."

She nods. "I think I'm alright. Just a little scared fer this Gotham."

He cocks his head. "Why?"

She gives him an incredulous look. "Who's gonna stick up fer it?"

"Batwoman is surely trying her best." he states.

"She can't @#$& do it on 'er own."

A sigh. "I understand that and will you please watch your language. Ladies should not speak so rudely."