Getting Alfred out of Wayne Manor is a job and a half, but after billionaire/playboy/philanthropist Bruce Wayne heard you on the phone, he'd insisted on paying for a date at an expensive restaurant.

Especially since you and Alfred hardly ever go on dates with how busy he is, being the only butler for the Wayne family.

Bruce seems like a nice man, every time you see him he's trying to convince Alfred to go on a holiday, or take the weekend off. It's almost like the dumb rich boy persona he puts on is fake, but that can't be right. What on Earth would Bruce Wayne have to hide?

Either way, you feel like absolute royalty when a limousine comes to pick you up from your flat, and drops you off at the fanciest restaurant in Upper Gotham.

Alfred stands at the door, looking a little red. It could be because of the heatwave, or simply the lighting, or...

You get your answer when his face lights up at the sight of you. You're not really wearing anything too fancy, but Alfred looks at you like you're the most stunning person in the world.

"Good evening!" Alfred bows his head a little as he shows you to your table. "You look lovely tonight. I... I must apologise for not taking you out to dinner sooner," he pulls your chair out for you, ever the gentleman. "Master Bruce is... Highly irresponsible, and I worry for him when I'm not around."

That's alright. Alfred has basically been Bruce Wayne's guardian all these years, and you suppose he can't stop seeing Bruce as a child, despite the man being in his 30s by now.

"Ah, could we please get a whiskey on the rocks, and what would you like, my dear?" Alfred tells the waiter, before glancing in your direction. "We can always choose our meals after our drinks."