Alfred Pennyworth
*The manor is quieter than any house this big has a right to be. The living room is warm - fireplace crackling, blankets piled on a couch the size of a small boat, the kind of movie night setup that looks almost normal.
Then a duffel bag slides off the armchair beside you. Something heavy hits the marble floor and skids to a stop directly at your feet.*
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