Alfred's · Journal

OOC: Hey all. Sorry I've been absant so much. Work and my new history class are grueling. Meh. Basically, it's been: Get up, work, come home do homework, sleep, repeat. Somewhere in there I get food and a shower. Urgh. I'm going to try to post more as things seem to be leveling off and calming down. I checked out most of the new entries and am doing happy dances! They are wonderful and I love Bruce when he's sick. . .. That sounds wrong, but you know what I mean. LOL! *HUGGLES Bruce* Anyway, I'm off for now. Hope to catch you all soon and great to see we have more people in the group! Welcome all! :)

~Shan

My word!

Has it really been over a month since I last posted to this journal? I feel terrible! It also appears to have been almost as long since I have had a descent conversation with either Master Bruce or Master Dick. We were all supposed to be getting back together. Becoming a family again. The lives of crime fighters are hardly easy ones and oft times extremly busy, but I feel it is now my duty to put an end to this and get this family (However odd and dysfunctional it may be at the moment) back together.

Master Bruce, Master Dick, if you get this, which I sincerely hope you do, we must make arrangements to sit down and discuss this family arrangement. I fear if we go on much longer lacking in each others company, we shall grow too far apart. It would break my heart to see that happen.

Always,
Alfred

Alas, I was detained and failed to meet Master Bruce this evening. I fear he may be a triful upset with me. However, I have a very good explaination: The refrigerator has expired. I feel terrible for having missed him, but the food was spoiling and I had to remove it to the freezer for the evening. I will have to purchace a new one tomorrow.

Master Bruce if you get this, please forgive me. Perhaps we can schedule another meeting date?

((OOC: FYI, our fridge really did die tonight, which is why I wasn't on. I'm so sorry. Reschedule? ~Shan))

Leslie is back! I am relieved and grateful to have her to talk to again!

I made no mention as to who the issue concerned but I did discuss my current prediciment with her. I'm sure she has some idea of who it is, though. She is very bright.

Still, she told me to step back and let things be as they will. I was fairly certain that is what she would have said, but hearing it helped. That aside, we had a lovely lunch together and went for a walk. I still cannot begin to explain how wonderful it makes me feel when she wraps her arms around my offered one and leans her head on my shoulder.

She was wearing the perfume I gave her for her birthday. It made me smile.

As for the rest of the day, I cannot say my trip down to the cave was reassuring in any way. I got the destinct impression, despite what Master Bruce may think, something beyond his and Master Dick's 'involvement' is bothering Richard. I have never seen him so hesitant to do something. He almost looked frightened.

*Sighs* I don't want him to go. I finally got Master Dick back here and now Master Bruce is sending him away. Why? To what purpose? Is it for thier alter-egos duties or something more? I wish I knew. I don't want to see this family torn apart again. I could hardly bear it last time.

I feel like my heart is breaking. . .

Apparently something has happened.

Something between Master Bruce and Master Dick that was not pleasant.

The situation in and of itself is very awkward and unsettling. . . But there is now something more going on. I desperately wish to know what it is in hopes of maybe helping, but I do realize that by poking or prodding them about it. . . .It shall only result in disaster.

I am afraid my position is now that of standing by in the shadows, hands tied, lips sealed. As much as I wish to help. . . I don't think I'd even know what to do or where to start in helping them.

I went for a walk today. It was chilly and windy. It fit the mood.

Leslie is due back tomorrow.

I should be excited and overjoyed as I usually am when seeing her. . . .But I feel terribly numb.

I'm in the study. Using the laptop Master Bruce gave me a couple of years ago, now. The portrait of his parents is glaring down at me from above the fireplace. . .Glaring. Have I failed them? Was giving Master Bruce and Master Dick my blessing the wrong thing to do?

Why do they look at me so?

Leslie, please hurry home.

Much to my dismay, Leslie is out of town at a conference and I am, once again, here and alone with my thoughts and a cup of tea. At the present, the manor is empty and there is nothing but the quiet humm of the dishwasher and a rhythmic ticking from one of the clocks to keep me company.

How I wish I were a few years younger. Perhaps then I would be of more help to Master Bruce and Master Dick beyond the cave and the manor.

It is so lonely here this time of night. . .

Private Note to Self: [I've still no idea what do think or do on the matter of Master Bruce and Master Dick's rather elusive predicament. I am so worried.]

Private Entry: [ I have recently become aware of a growing issue between Master Bruce and Master Dick. It seems that, according to Master Bruce, Master Dick has become infatuated with him in some way. Master Bruce would not elaborate on the matter and I refrained from pressing him about it further.

Still. . .I am very worried. On one hand I feel that Master Dick is the other half of Master Bruce. But, at the same time, they are like father and son. And that poses a very big problem.

Personally, I do not think the relationship should go beyond father and son. To my great shame, I am sickened by the idea. To have the two people in my life, one whom I think of as a son, in a romantic relationship with the other, whom I see as a grandson. . .

It boggles the mind, quite frankly and I am unsure of what to do or say now that I am fully aware of what the tension is between the two.

I suppose I have no choice but to stand aside and let things play out as they would. They are both adults. My greatest fear, at this point, is not that this relationship could grow into something physical. . .But that just the opposite could happen and this family, once again, gets torn asunder.

Perhaps I shall call Leslie tomorrow. Or even pay her a visit at her clinic. She seems to be the only one I can bare my true feelings to. And, right now, I need to. ]