Fanfiction: It Came Upon a Sunday Noisy
Title: It Came Upon a Sunday Noisy.
Prompt: Alfred and Rachel sweet scene.
Characters: AU Rachel Dawes & Alfred Pennyworth. Mentions of Bruce Wayne.
Rating: G.
Author’s Notes: Okay, so maybe I went a little overboard on the sweet thing, but darn it Alfred and Rachel are adorable. There’s nothing wrong with writing adorable fic for them. Hopefully it’ll make people smile instead of rotting their teeth from their skulls. For laws_of_dawes
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Standing in the crowded JFK airport, Alfred could admit to feeling a bit out of place. He hadn’t left Gotham in a number of years and though New York wasn’t a great deal different from the city he now considered his home, it was rather intimidating. Master Wayne had never enjoyed his visits there, no matter what the papers said about him spending a night on the town. He always returned home complaining about the amount of people and the lack of space for them all. He compared it to the Narrows with neon lights. However, Alfred was going to give it a fair chance. There must have been something good here, something redeemable since Rachel had chosen it as her new home.
He retrieved his bags from the luggage roundabout and then stepped outside into a wall of noise. It was rather shocking that at ten in the morning on a Sunday there was so much going on. Even Gotham went rather still at this hour. New York, apparently, had no such respect for the day of rest.
“Mr. Pennyworth?” A man stepped forward, “Mr. Wayne hired me to drive you to your destination.”
“Of course he did.” Alfred smiled affectionately. Master Wayne had still been trying to convince him to take the private jet while Alfred had packed for his commercial flight. In his own polite but firm way, Alfred had explained that it wouldn’t be a surprise visit if he took the jet. Every business in New York would find out the Wayne jet was landing and then word would get around to Rachel. Alfred had to be covert and the best way to do that was a commercial flight. Master Wayne had then moved on to insisting Alfred fly first class. That, Alfred couldn’t dissuade him of.
“I can take those bags, sir.”
“I’ve got it son, don’t worry. Master Wayne just paid you to drive me, not wait on me hand and foot.” Alfred said pleasantly, “It’s rather cold out, you should wait in the car so you don’t catch a cold while I take care of this.”
“Sir…”
“You can’t very well drive me if you’re sick can you?” The sparkle of good humor in Alfred’s eye kept the man from getting mad or feeling insulted. In fact, he smiled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Please, call me Alfred.”
Once the driver was in the driver seat and Alfred had put his bags in the trunk he gave the man Rachel’s address and asked him about his work. For the drive, Alfred listened to the man talk about his job, the various people he had driven around and his family. Though he was engaged in the conversation, a part of Alfred’s mind was on Rachel. He was more worried about the girl than he’d let on. First Mr. Dent’s death, then moving and now the Joker had come back to terrorize her. He knew Rachel was strong and would get through it, but she needed the support of her family. Since she was fighting with Master Wayne, that left him to do the job. Not that Alfred minded.
After helping to raise the girl, he had always looked on her with a great deal of fatherly affection. Her moving had affected the Wayne household as much as it had affected her. He could still find Master Wayne standing, looking out over the gardens, rubbing that arrowhead between two fingers on some occasions. A pity Batman didn’t allow for Master Wayne to have a wife or any real relationships with a woman. Alfred still felt that Rachel was the best match Master Wayne was ever going to find.
That was none of his business though and Rachel was still finding her feet after Mr. Dent’s tragic death. She wouldn’t want him meddling in her romantic life right now. Maybe one day he could arraign something, but for now it would have to wait.
The limo stopped outside a very lovely brownstone. From the back seat he could hear the sounds of the nearby Central Park. Before Alfred could stop him, the driver was out of his seat and opening the door for him. He shook his head to himself. Back in Gotham, that would have been his job. It was quite ironic that now someone was doing the same for him. Master Wayne had probably gotten a chuckle out of the irony was well.
“Thank you for the ride,” Alfred said, taking out his wallet to tip the man. “You’ve a very skilled driver.”
“Oh sir, you don’t have to.”
Alfred paused a moment and gave the man a bemused look.
“Sorry, Alfred.”
“Of course I don’t have to. I would like to.” Alfred put a very generous tip in the man’s hand and shook it. “It was a pleasure.”
He set his bags down outside Rachel’s door and spent a moment straightening his jacket, hat and tie before politely knocking. He was already smiling when Rachel opened the door.
“Hello, Rachel,” he said. “How are you?”
Rachel stared at him for a minute, mouth open and eyes wide in shock. Then she reached out a hand and poked his shoulder lightly.
“Alfred!” She threw herself at him, causing him to stumble back a step before he steadied himself and returned her hug, albeit with less rib cracking intensity. He stood silently, rubbing a hand up and down her back while she sobbed quietly against his shoulder. The poor girl really had needed this visit. He hoped in the short time he was staying he could help her in some small way.
“Oh, Alfred, I missed you so much.” Her voice was muffled against his shoulder, but Alfred had a great deal of experience translating muffled words.
“I missed you too, dear.” He drew her back slightly to smile warmly at her. “I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you are in person.”
She chuckled at that, rubbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Now that my face is all blotching from crying, of course you say that. I’m sorry I got your jacket wet.”
“I have a closet full of them back home. Master Wayne seems to think I need more than one jacket for each occasion.” He reached underneath the jacket, for his suit pocket and pulled out the handkerchief he always kept there. “Here, that will work much better than your hand.”
“You’re always prepared.” She sniffled a bit and took the little worn square of white cloth from him. She paused in using it though, looking at him in disbelief. He just smiled. “You kept it?”
“Of course. It was a wonderful Christmas gift.”
“The “p” is crooked.” She unfolded the square and looked at the slightly disjointed “A.P.” she had embroidered into one corner when she was ten.
“All part of its charm.”
She let out a teary breath and smiled at him, “I’m really glad you’re here Alfred.”
“As am I, Rachel.”
Prompt: Alfred and Rachel sweet scene.
Characters: AU Rachel Dawes & Alfred Pennyworth. Mentions of Bruce Wayne.
Rating: G.
Author’s Notes: Okay, so maybe I went a little overboard on the sweet thing, but darn it Alfred and Rachel are adorable. There’s nothing wrong with writing adorable fic for them. Hopefully it’ll make people smile instead of rotting their teeth from their skulls. For laws_of_dawes
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Standing in the crowded JFK airport, Alfred could admit to feeling a bit out of place. He hadn’t left Gotham in a number of years and though New York wasn’t a great deal different from the city he now considered his home, it was rather intimidating. Master Wayne had never enjoyed his visits there, no matter what the papers said about him spending a night on the town. He always returned home complaining about the amount of people and the lack of space for them all. He compared it to the Narrows with neon lights. However, Alfred was going to give it a fair chance. There must have been something good here, something redeemable since Rachel had chosen it as her new home.
He retrieved his bags from the luggage roundabout and then stepped outside into a wall of noise. It was rather shocking that at ten in the morning on a Sunday there was so much going on. Even Gotham went rather still at this hour. New York, apparently, had no such respect for the day of rest.
“Mr. Pennyworth?” A man stepped forward, “Mr. Wayne hired me to drive you to your destination.”
“Of course he did.” Alfred smiled affectionately. Master Wayne had still been trying to convince him to take the private jet while Alfred had packed for his commercial flight. In his own polite but firm way, Alfred had explained that it wouldn’t be a surprise visit if he took the jet. Every business in New York would find out the Wayne jet was landing and then word would get around to Rachel. Alfred had to be covert and the best way to do that was a commercial flight. Master Wayne had then moved on to insisting Alfred fly first class. That, Alfred couldn’t dissuade him of.
“I can take those bags, sir.”
“I’ve got it son, don’t worry. Master Wayne just paid you to drive me, not wait on me hand and foot.” Alfred said pleasantly, “It’s rather cold out, you should wait in the car so you don’t catch a cold while I take care of this.”
“Sir…”
“You can’t very well drive me if you’re sick can you?” The sparkle of good humor in Alfred’s eye kept the man from getting mad or feeling insulted. In fact, he smiled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Please, call me Alfred.”
Once the driver was in the driver seat and Alfred had put his bags in the trunk he gave the man Rachel’s address and asked him about his work. For the drive, Alfred listened to the man talk about his job, the various people he had driven around and his family. Though he was engaged in the conversation, a part of Alfred’s mind was on Rachel. He was more worried about the girl than he’d let on. First Mr. Dent’s death, then moving and now the Joker had come back to terrorize her. He knew Rachel was strong and would get through it, but she needed the support of her family. Since she was fighting with Master Wayne, that left him to do the job. Not that Alfred minded.
After helping to raise the girl, he had always looked on her with a great deal of fatherly affection. Her moving had affected the Wayne household as much as it had affected her. He could still find Master Wayne standing, looking out over the gardens, rubbing that arrowhead between two fingers on some occasions. A pity Batman didn’t allow for Master Wayne to have a wife or any real relationships with a woman. Alfred still felt that Rachel was the best match Master Wayne was ever going to find.
That was none of his business though and Rachel was still finding her feet after Mr. Dent’s tragic death. She wouldn’t want him meddling in her romantic life right now. Maybe one day he could arraign something, but for now it would have to wait.
The limo stopped outside a very lovely brownstone. From the back seat he could hear the sounds of the nearby Central Park. Before Alfred could stop him, the driver was out of his seat and opening the door for him. He shook his head to himself. Back in Gotham, that would have been his job. It was quite ironic that now someone was doing the same for him. Master Wayne had probably gotten a chuckle out of the irony was well.
“Thank you for the ride,” Alfred said, taking out his wallet to tip the man. “You’ve a very skilled driver.”
“Oh sir, you don’t have to.”
Alfred paused a moment and gave the man a bemused look.
“Sorry, Alfred.”
“Of course I don’t have to. I would like to.” Alfred put a very generous tip in the man’s hand and shook it. “It was a pleasure.”
He set his bags down outside Rachel’s door and spent a moment straightening his jacket, hat and tie before politely knocking. He was already smiling when Rachel opened the door.
“Hello, Rachel,” he said. “How are you?”
Rachel stared at him for a minute, mouth open and eyes wide in shock. Then she reached out a hand and poked his shoulder lightly.
“Alfred!” She threw herself at him, causing him to stumble back a step before he steadied himself and returned her hug, albeit with less rib cracking intensity. He stood silently, rubbing a hand up and down her back while she sobbed quietly against his shoulder. The poor girl really had needed this visit. He hoped in the short time he was staying he could help her in some small way.
“Oh, Alfred, I missed you so much.” Her voice was muffled against his shoulder, but Alfred had a great deal of experience translating muffled words.
“I missed you too, dear.” He drew her back slightly to smile warmly at her. “I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you are in person.”
She chuckled at that, rubbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Now that my face is all blotching from crying, of course you say that. I’m sorry I got your jacket wet.”
“I have a closet full of them back home. Master Wayne seems to think I need more than one jacket for each occasion.” He reached underneath the jacket, for his suit pocket and pulled out the handkerchief he always kept there. “Here, that will work much better than your hand.”
“You’re always prepared.” She sniffled a bit and took the little worn square of white cloth from him. She paused in using it though, looking at him in disbelief. He just smiled. “You kept it?”
“Of course. It was a wonderful Christmas gift.”
“The “p” is crooked.” She unfolded the square and looked at the slightly disjointed “A.P.” she had embroidered into one corner when she was ten.
“All part of its charm.”
She let out a teary breath and smiled at him, “I’m really glad you’re here Alfred.”
“As am I, Rachel.”