never gonna let you down; alfred (yes_sir) wrote in rooms,
eddie/alfred kitchen times
If there was one thing that Alfred hadn't thought through, and he wasn't entirely conscious of it, so he really had no desire to, it was how the other versions of the group might be different. People had recognized him quickly enough, and that was sufficient to assure him that whatever else was happening in their worlds, Alfred was still doing his job. He couldn't extrapolate from that what Bruce might have been like, and that was probably just as well. Alfred had learned that as much as he thought the whole Bat was over the top, he would rather be here trying to help than to turn his back on it all. Thankfully, whatever was going on with the other worlds, people here had accepted that for Alfred, too.
Not that he knew what to do with those others and their haggard appearances, but one thing at a time.
He had served in the military, been through his fair share of battle situations with the SAS in all sorts of terrain, but he didn't look anything like that. Age, and the weight that came with it, made him look like nothing other than a polite British butler, which was the point. His scars of both mental and physical kinds had been dealt with in a way that didn't lead to vigilantism, but he could notice them in others. He was observant and could look at the big picture, and that made him useful.
The cookies made him useful, too, and once they cooled, he put a few on a plate specially for Eddie. Master Nigma was a piece of work--anyone who was friends with Bruce would have to be, but his physical appearance and clothes echoed as much. But thank goodness for his work on the Cave.
"A snack, Master Nigma?" Alfred asked, standing at the man's shoulder with the plate...and yes, eyes going to the laptop screen to see what he could find. There were no secrets from Alfred, if he could help it.