Alfred Pennyworth
- In the Duggins -
Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it.%\0\%
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Post by Alfred Pennyworth on Aug 6, 2010 23:07:46 GMT -5
Alfred sipped his tea in the front hallway of Wayne Manor. It was a quiet afternoon, Bruce was toiling away in the batcave and Ms. Lane was still sleeping he imagined.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 6, 2010 23:28:10 GMT -5
Lois was in the sitting room, whispering curses at her laptop and pounding at the keys as if that were going to solve her problems. Nothing had been getting through to the Planet-- not emails and not phone calls. It was strange. Communication had never been a problem even with the crazy time travel.
She was just in the middle of sending her 37th email of the day when the doorbell rang.
"I've got it, Alfred!" she yelled. She didn't find the need to disturb him when the door was so close by.
After a quick peak outside to sure it was just the post man, she opened the door, took the small package, and thanked him. The box was addressed to her in a strange, unsteady scrawl. Ignoring it, she ripped the box open. Inside was a jewel case with a DVD inside with "Watch Me" in the same scrawl written on it.
Her heart began to race and she suddenly felt sick. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to put the disc into her computer. She turned the volume down and braced herself...
"Alfred?" Lois called out as she walked into the front hallway a few minutes later.
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Alfred Pennyworth
- In the Duggins -
Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it.%\0\%
Posts: 93
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Post by Alfred Pennyworth on Aug 6, 2010 23:39:15 GMT -5
Alfred looked up from his tea with a smile, to see visibly shaken Lois.
"Are you all right Ms. Lane?"
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 6, 2010 23:50:10 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah-- Yeah, I'm..." she stammered then trailed off, trying to act normal but failing miserably.
"Hey, do you mind if I borrow your car? Just for a drive around the grounds. I've been feeling really restless lately. I think it might be cabin fever or something," she said with an unconvincing lightheartedness.
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Alfred Pennyworth
- In the Duggins -
Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it.%\0\%
Posts: 93
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Post by Alfred Pennyworth on Aug 6, 2010 23:51:24 GMT -5
Alfred's eyes narrowed "Ms. Lane, I've seen this face a million times before" he tried to smile "whatever it is, you can tell me."
He set his tea down and crossed his arms.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 7, 2010 0:01:42 GMT -5
Lois bit her lip.
"Alfred, I..." she paused, visibly tortured by the desire to tell him everything. "I can't. I need you to trust me and just give me your car."
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Alfred Pennyworth
- In the Duggins -
Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it.%\0\%
Posts: 93
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Post by Alfred Pennyworth on Aug 7, 2010 18:45:01 GMT -5
Alfreds face grew quite serious, there was something terrible going on within Lois and he knew she wouldn't tell.
"When will you be back?" He asked pulling his keys out of his pocket.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 9, 2010 2:36:29 GMT -5
Her mouth opened to speak, to lie and tell him a random number. But she stopped herself. Instead, she ran up to him and hugged him tightly with her arms around his neck.
"Thank you," she said quietly. By the way she lingered there just a moment too long, it was apparent that she was thankful for much more than just the car.
Once she had stepped back and taken the keys, she reached into her pocket and put a small tightly folded note into the palm of his hand.
"This is for Bruce," she said as she folded fingers over the piece of paper. "Don't give it to him until he asks about me."
Then, resisting the urge to hug him once more, she turned and ran, slamming the front door behind her.
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Alfred Pennyworth
- In the Duggins -
Bats may be, but even for billionaire playboys, three o'clock is pushing it.%\0\%
Posts: 93
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Post by Alfred Pennyworth on Aug 9, 2010 3:22:02 GMT -5
Alfred stared blankly, his hand holding the paper out in to the air.
It was all too strange and he knew damn well that in the business that he was now in, this aiding a vigilante business, withholding information was the last thing he should do. But Bruce being so mysteriously busy all the time, what time would he have to sit him down and hand him the paper. To speak with him.
He sighed and jammed the paper in his pocket and returned to his tea.
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