You Say That As Though The Rest Of The Parents Of The World Magically Somehow Never Screw Up Or Need

“You say that as though the rest of the parents of the world magically somehow never screw up or need help.” She says wryly, quirking an eyebrow. “You’re only human Alfred. Yes you’ve messed up, but who says you can’t be enough for him? I’m not buying that defeatist crap. Not from you.”

Leslie sighs, pursing her lips together in thought. “Bruce is just a boy who is still grieving the loss of both his parents in very traumatic circumstances. He’s bound to lash out sometimes. Part of the parenting gig is to continue to show up regardless.”

She looks over to Alfred on the bed, the sight making her heart ache. “You care about him. That’s more than some kids ever get.

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Alfred drops down to the bed feeling his head throb again. “I-I don’t know”

He’d tried therapy for Bruce, he’d taken the kid out of town and kept him out of school for two months, he’d done as much as he could before introducing the pre-teen back into his life as the orphaned Wayne but nothing seemed to take off the edge of darkness that had marred him. Alfred couldn’t watch him twenty four hours a day and finding Bruce on the roof la few days ago had been a whole new nail in the coffin.

Hiring a nanny hadn’t been hard she managed to cover a few hours a day before and after school, Bruce took to her like a duckling to water and Alfred feared the boy resented him a little for his parents deaths, he had been their head of house and security for goodness sake. So the spare time he got he’d dug out his stash and knocked himself out for two days claiming a flu. It was only when he’d been woken by Leslie that he knew things weren’t working. The nanny had phoned her saying Bruce couldn’t wake him and he felt even worse for the fact it had been the boy who had found him drugged out of his head when he should have been looking after him like he promised. 

“I feel like I don’t know where I stand with the boy anymore, I want to be enough for him but at the same time I know I just can’t be, what use as a parent can I be when I need someone else propping me up?” 

seeingredhood​:.

Maybe it was the fact he had heard the same speech all over again from many people before. Yet, he found hard to believe it. He took a deep breath. He wasn’t as good as Bruce was in these kind of situations.  He wished he had Bruce’s hypocrisy to smile.

“It’s a wild world out there…” He said not knowing how much Bruce had told her about him. He hated this sessions. He disliked them because it was like everybody was trying to look a flaw on him. He knew he was flawed. He didn’t want anyone else to point them out for himself.

“You would know that better than most.” Leslie surmised. Jason was guarded. She supposed that was always going to be a given with the fact that he lived with Bruce Wayne; a man who’s secrets had secrets and the hardship he had faced before that. She hoped in time that he wouldn’t feel the need to be so guarded within their sessions. 

“I just wanted to point out that people don’t need a cape in order to make a difference.”

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It’s only a few months after the Wayne’s are killed when Leslie Thompkins's becomes lead consultant at Gotham University Hospital. Hearing about her skills in Psychiatry, Alfred enquires for her to come and see Bruce. Leslie remembers Thomas Wayne from lectures and Martha Wayne from a charity gala and can’t help but admire that Alfred is willing to risk a lot to raise Bruce alone. Though pitfalls and adventures around the growing pre-teen, Alfred finds his emotions are getting the better of him as Leslie become a fixture in his life. Leslie finds herself finding any excuse to call or see Alfred, they bicker, they argue like a married couple, she gets annoyed with Alfred’s ‘bitchy and sarcastic’ attitude about life and can’t help but grieve every time she finds him in A&E from another addiction relapse. She fears for Bruce’s home and fears for Alfred’s sanity as they struggle to gain ground in the life after the Wayne’s, with her own heart on the rails, a one night stand unlocks a road that Alfred is determined to build brick by brick, and vows to change for the new love of his life. Leslie finds herself determined to bring back the man that this broken marine medic once was and maybe find something oddly beautiful to replace the hole her bastard ex left behind.

“Like a lighting strike you blew everything I knew into dust, you captured a beast and tamed it with just one look Leslie Thompkins, you’ve made me more the man I wanted to be in these few months than I have tried in years, I’ll do anything to prove I can be who you need, if we can fix all the broken and face all the dangerous maybe one day they might name a hurricane after us” 

"Hi, Doc," Tim, or rather Robin, greeted. "I was close by so thought I should see if you were here and free." Considering the blood coating half his face, he was not there for a social visit. Sure, Alfred could patch him up to, but he couldn't exactly run around Gotham looking like the victim in a horror flick.

"Robin." Leslie sighed, fixing the boy with a look. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Tim, more that she'd rather he turn up without being covered in his own blood. Still, if he could grin at her like that then he was fit enough to be on the receiving end of a lecture. But that could wait for now.

Motioning for him to follow her through to one of the rooms at the back, Leslie held the door open for him. Hopefully it was just a superficial head wound, they always bled more than necessary. "Do I want to know what happened this time?"