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Alfred, Bruce, Dick and The Morning After — Bruce and Detective Stowe Sort Through The Mess
Bruce
Alfred is coming out of his quarters as Bruce leaves the Detective to dress and reconvene. Bruce can barely hide his chuckle as Alfred keeps his eyes cast down. “Master Wayne, I .. I think we need to make amends, I .. I’m very troubled.”
Now Bruce can’t hold back, “Make amends to who exactly, while I agree it isn’t our finest hour, and I am not looking forward to the discussion with Dick Gordon if this comes out, Barbara was not exactly discouraging.” Alfred shakes his head, his face reddening. ”But Sir she was so young, and a virgin and Master Dick …”. Bruce had enough, if he could do it over again he wouldn’t, but it wasn’t as if they did it of their own volition.
”Alfred, we did what we did, and I don’t think you can say you didn’t enjoy it, I don’t think any of us can. I want you to send two dozen roses to Barbara, and a jar of Vaseline. I am sure she might be having some chaffing.“. Poor Alfred is stammering, embarrassed, “It’s okay, I’m not sure raising this issue with Dick is a good idea, let me think about that, I will check on him while I go change. Please send a note to Barbara with our gift, invite her back over here tomorrow night, I will make sure Dick is away, and we should talk with her.”
Bruce is done, there are lots of things he needs to figure out, exactly how Raz knew what was happening, and what did happen. “Detective Stowe is in the main foyer, there are dead bodies. If she hasn’t already, we need to get the police and coroner here, and I need to talk with her. Please invite and guide her to my study, if she needs some clothes please give her a t-shirt or something, but I want to meet with her. Give me five minutes and I will meet her there, perhaps some coffee would help?”
Bruce feels his old self coming back in his grand history of regrets, the evening with Barbara does not make the top ten. In fact, other than Dick and his relatonship with her father, it was one hell of a good time.
Headed to his room, he sees Dick’s door locked, in it is a thick, solid door, a knock goes unanswered, Bruce opens the door, only to simultaneously hear a frantic squeaking of bed springs, and his young ward pumping a beautiful, “Pamela … I didn’t realize you were… “ Bruce is racking his brain, had she been on the guest list? Of course it didn’t really matter, and Dick was clearly enjoying, really enjoying, they don’t even realize he’s there.
Closing the door, that certainly helps with the Barbara matter, Bruce thinks about the train, the safe, he will review the security video, as curious about the panties as anything.
This will be a long day, head throbs and mouth feels like there isn’t enough water in the world ot rehydrate. Brushing teeth, and washing his face, and then dabbing on cologne, a shower will have to wait. Slapping then pinching his cheeks, Bruce looks in the mirror and finds himself grinning. Amongst all this chaos, the carnage, he can’t quite get the vision of Stowe out of his mind.
They had met several times, she was smart, aggressive, Bruce liked her, but he knew her as Batman, only perhaps once had he met her as Bruce Wayne, and never had she looked like she did downstairs.
Walking back into the study, wearing jeans and a denim shirt, sleeves rolled up, he sees that Stowe is waiting for him. Walking to her, extending his hand, “Detective, we have really never had a chance to talk before, and I wish this was under different circumstances, however, I think it is a good idea if we try to put our best thoughts of what happened last night in order … before we talk with Dick Gordon…”
Alfred
While Bruce is to the point, moving on, Alfred finds himself in a crisis of conscience. There was no denying how not only unexpected, but enjoyable he had found the session with Barbara, but he was old enough to be her grand father and he had a responsibility, not only to her, but to Master Grayson.
The conversation with Bruce is somehow settling, he would need time to sort it out, but Bruce was right, for now, they did not have that luxury. Walking in to find Ms. Stowe, Alfred sees the effects, many are still passed out, others dead, most in some state of undress, and it is not even 7 AM.
There is no missing Detective Stowe, despite her hair being mussed into a near rat’s nest, the woman is stunningly beautiful, and wearring only a bra, perhaps still an after effect of last night, Alfred finds himself becoming aroused. “Good God, control yourself he chastizes, before finding the woman, “Detective Stowe?” She doesn’t respond, “Detective Stowe … I am Alfred, I ….” He looks around, realizing the absuridity that abounds, “I run Wayne Manor for Mr. Bruce and Master Dick, I believe he would like to meet with you briefly in the study? May I escort you there, perhaps get you some coffee, clothing, a tooth brush?” Hmmm, this was going to be an interesting day!
Bruce
Alfred is coming out of his quarters as Bruce leaves the Detective to dress and reconvene. Bruce can barely hide his chuckle as Alfred keeps his eyes cast down. “Master Wayne, I .. I think we need to make amends, I .. I’m very troubled.”
Now Bruce can’t hold back, “Make amends to who exactly, while I agree it isn’t our finest hour, and I am not looking forward to the discussion with Dick Gordon if this comes out, Barbara was not exactly discouraging.” Alfred shakes his head, his face reddening. ”But Sir she was so young, and a virgin and Master Dick …”. Bruce had enough, if he could do it over again he wouldn’t, but it wasn’t as if they did it of their own volition.
”Alfred, we did what we did, and I don’t think you can say you didn’t enjoy it, I don’t think any of us can. I want you to send two dozen roses to Barbara, and a jar of Vaseline. I am sure she might be having some chaffing.“. Poor Alfred is stammering, embarrassed, “It’s okay, I’m not sure raising this issue with Dick is a good idea, let me think about that, I will check on him while I go change. Please send a note to Barbara with our gift, invite her back over here tomorrow night, I will make sure Dick is away, and we should talk with her.”
Bruce is done, there are lots of things he needs to figure out, exactly how Raz knew what was happening, and what did happen. “Detective Stowe is in the main foyer, there are dead bodies. If she hasn’t already, we need to get the police and coroner here, and I need to talk with her. Please invite and guide her to my study, if she needs some clothes please give her a t-shirt or something, but I want to meet with her. Give me five minutes and I will meet her there, perhaps some coffee would help?”
Bruce feels his old self coming back in his grand history of regrets, the evening with Barbara does not make the top ten. In fact, other than Dick and his relatonship with her father, it was one hell of a good time.
Headed to his room, he sees Dick’s door locked, in it is a thick, solid door, a knock goes unanswered, Bruce opens the door, only to simultaneously hear a frantic squeaking of bed springs, and his young ward pumping a beautiful, “Pamela … I didn’t realize you were… “ Bruce is racking his brain, had she been on the guest list? Of course it didn’t really matter, and Dick was clearly enjoying, really enjoying, they don’t even realize he’s there.
Closing the door, that certainly helps with the Barbara matter, Bruce thinks about the train, the safe, he will review the security video, as curious about the panties as anything.
This will be a long day, head throbs and mouth feels like there isn’t enough water in the world ot rehydrate. Brushing teeth, and washing his face, and then dabbing on cologne, a shower will have to wait. Slapping then pinching his cheeks, Bruce looks in the mirror and finds himself grinning. Amongst all this chaos, the carnage, he can’t quite get the vision of Stowe out of his mind.
They had met several times, she was smart, aggressive, Bruce liked her, but he knew her as Batman, only perhaps once had he met her as Bruce Wayne, and never had she looked like she did downstairs.
Walking back into the study, wearing jeans and a denim shirt, sleeves rolled up, he sees that Stowe is waiting for him. Walking to her, extending his hand, “Detective, we have really never had a chance to talk before, and I wish this was under different circumstances, however, I think it is a good idea if we try to put our best thoughts of what happened last night in order … before we talk with Dick Gordon…”
Alfred
While Bruce is to the point, moving on, Alfred finds himself in a crisis of conscience. There was no denying how not only unexpected, but enjoyable he had found the session with Barbara, but he was old enough to be her grand father and he had a responsibility, not only to her, but to Master Grayson.
The conversation with Bruce is somehow settling, he would need time to sort it out, but Bruce was right, for now, they did not have that luxury. Walking in to find Ms. Stowe, Alfred sees the effects, many are still passed out, others dead, most in some state of undress, and it is not even 7 AM.
There is no missing Detective Stowe, despite her hair being mussed into a near rat’s nest, the woman is stunningly beautiful, and wearring only a bra, perhaps still an after effect of last night, Alfred finds himself becoming aroused. “Good God, control yourself he chastizes, before finding the woman, “Detective Stowe?” She doesn’t respond, “Detective Stowe … I am Alfred, I ….” He looks around, realizing the absuridity that abounds, “I run Wayne Manor for Mr. Bruce and Master Dick, I believe he would like to meet with you briefly in the study? May I escort you there, perhaps get you some coffee, clothing, a tooth brush?” Hmmm, this was going to be an interesting day!
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