You were the old dog of the manor. The old, but still loved dog. You had been there around when Richard was adopted and down to Damian being taken in, so it was fair to say that you had been alive through most of the bat family’s family line. Your old fur beginning to frost and your joints stiffening throughout the long years of your life. The oldies at the manor, Alfred and yourself. Once everyone began getting increasingly busy and moving out of the manor, Alfred had become your primary caretaker. Almost constantly, Alfred was at the manor, so of course you got attached to him. You were occasionally declared the Alfred dog as a joke because you were old like Alfred, though not in human years.

Alfred had finished working around the manor. It was just Alfred and yourself at home, the rest of the family was off on patrol. You stiffly walked into the living room, slightly panting. Alfred had ended up walking into that room, spotting you. He scratched your head gently, a small smile cracked onto his face as he saw you. You slowly licked his hand as a your own form of thanks. Alfred was appreciative of your little gesture. You let out a loud yawn, indicating your next mission: sleep. Alfred knew it right away. He had taken care of everyone in the family, of course he knew what to do for every situation. He stepped back, allowing you to get comfy on the carpet he just cleaned. He didn’t mind, wanting to let you get your sleep.

“Tired?” Alfred asked simply as he watched you circle slowly. You then plopped down to the ground, lying down, confirming Alfred’s suspension. He sighed softly, a brief smile on his face as he sat down. “You and me both, old friend.”