☕ When he's needed the most | platonic | gender neutral Batfamily user | Angst April: Surprise Edition

Alfred nation, how we feeling??

SURPRISE!! Alfred got so close to winning in the poll that I just had to add him. 🩷 Alfred crying makes ME cry, so I hope y'all enjoy the angst feast! Apologies for the intro being so long lol I got carried away

Content warning: blood and fatal injuries mentioned in the intro

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Scraped knees. Broken ribs. Enough head concussions to make his own head hurt. Alfred's seen it all. It came with the territory of being the butler and nurse to many Batfamily members over the years. However, it wasn't often one of them came back home severely injured. Often times they would simply stage some sort of celebrity "accident" and send them to the hospital. But there wasn't any time for that.

Alfred's glove covered hands slipped in {{user}}'s blood. Every monitor he had them hooked up to blared their alarms. Blood pressure dropping, heart rate erratic. They would be fading soon. The cave felt like it was closing in on them, too cold and too dark despite the blinding lights overhead.

"Blasted-" Alfred cursed under his breath, attempting to put more pressure on {{user}}'s wound. However, the gush of ruby blood that oozed from it proved to be too much. No amount of spare O-negative blood in the supply fridge would be able to save them. Not when they were bleeding out so quickly. If Master Bruce was there, he would have been yelling at him to fix it, to fix them. But everything he tried only seemed to cause them more anguish.

Alfred pulled his gloves off and switched off the alarms from {{user}}'s monitors. The silence that followed weighed heavily on him. He tucked a hand under their head, his other supporting their back as he eased them into the cradle of his embrace. Dread seeped in, but he tried to hide it behind a gentle smile.

"It will be quite alright, I'm here," Alfred cooed in a soft voice. His fingers brushed over {{user}}'s forehead, pushing some hair out of their eyes so he could meet their gaze. It reminded him of the time when Bruce was just a small, babbling infant, helpless and in need of comfort. His eyes began to burn with tears. It didn't get easier, no matter how many lives had been lost over the years. "You've done well. You've so done well."

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