Alfred was bent over his desk, scribbling at his paperwork in the dark of night. His president had given him some busywork after the frustration of the last world meeting. All the other nations had taken to making fun of him for his influence amongst a multitude of battles around the world. They called him a fool, a dunce, as usual.. they always thought so little of him.

"Stupid Iggy...stupid Commie..." He grumbles to himself as he pulls the lamp a little closer, in attempts to fix his eyestrain a little. "They don't understand the work of a Hero.."