Taking a Little Trip Part 2

Baby Ichika: *concentrates intensely like she’s trying to figure out the best way of communicating with ‘Bya-Bya’ so that he knows right away what she wants and doesn’t waste any time re-explaining herself*

Baby Ichika: *pats her forehead with both hands*

Baby Ichika: Da-ee!

Byakuya: *pauses for a moment before translating efficiently*

Byakuya: ‘Daddy’.

Baby Ichika: *pats around to the back of her head as far as she can*

Baby Ichika: Da-ee hee-ba!

Byakuya: ‘Daddy headband’.

Baby Ichika: *stops pantomiming and looks expectantly at her uncle*

Byakuya: *nods once in understanding*

Byakuya: Very well. I believe he usually acquires them somewhere in the Rukongai. What color are we looking for?

Baby Ichika: *immediately points a pudgy finger at her left eye and nearly pokes it*

Byakuya: *gently intercepts his niece’s hand before it can do any damage to her pretty eye then saying in an even tone*

Byakuya: Let’s go then.

Late Night Lullaby

Stanford Pines was hard at work trying to reorganize his notes from before he disappeared so that he could begin recreating his journals. He was so mesmerized by his papers, that he didn’t hear the soft treading of his great-niece’s feet as she made her way down the stairs. He put the newly organized stack of papers down, and stretched in his chair, focusing on what the next step in his process would be, when her shaky voice filled his ears.

“Grunkle Ford?” She asked quietly, instantly getting his attention.

“Mabel?” Ford looked at her in disbelief. “It has to be at least three in the morning Mabel, how are you still up?”

She sniffed quietly, “I could ask you the same thing mister.” She let out a weak laugh, and he smiled gently at her.

“You’ve got me there kid. Now really, why are you still up?”

“I had a nightmare, and I’m too scared to go back to bed right now. So I figured TV and food would solve my problems.” She looked down sheepishly at her feet, and then back up at her grunkle. “Could I stay with you for a little bit? Just until I’m tired again?”

“Of course Mabel,” Ford replied immediately. “I was just about to head off to bed myself but I can stay up with you if it makes you feel better.”

“Yes please,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

Ford walked over to his great-niece and lifted her up, “Anything for you.” He carried her into his room, turned on a lamp, and sat down on the couch with her in his lap. “Would you like to talk about it? I have always found that talking about it gets it out of your mind.”

“Okay, in a couple minutes though please.” She murmured

“Alright Dear,” he whispered back. The two sat in silence for at least five minutes before she began to speak.

“It was about him.”

Ford looked at his great-niece questioningly, “Who?” He hoped in the back of his mind that she would not utter that demon’s name.

“Bill.” Mabel looked down at her hands and Ford cursed silently, pulling his great-niece into a reassuring hug.

“It’s alright,” he began. “He can’t get yo-”

“But it wasn’t Bill,” she interrupted, as if she didn’t hear her grunkle speaking in the first place. “It was Bipper.”

“Bipper?” Ford look at Mabel’s face as it grew pale at the thought.

“That’s what I called it the one time Bill took over Dipper’s body.”

“Hm, alright. That’s pretty terrifying in and of itself, what else happened?”

“We were back in Bill’s psycho palace, and that Dipper and I were running from bill to get him away from you and Grunkle Stan, and then Dipper and I got split up. There was like a fork in the hallway and he went one way and I went another, and it wasn’t until I was deep in the maze of the palace that I realized I had lost Dipper.” Tears began to well in her eyes, so Ford strikes her hair gently in an attempt to soothe her. “So, of course, I began to panic and I tried making my way back from where I came from. That’s when I saw Dipper, I was so happy! I thought for sure that Bill would have gotten him, but no, he was okay. I ran to him to hug him, and that’s when I noticed his eyes.” Mabel began to shake violently, “They were yellow and hey had Bill’s creepy pupils. He talked about how he tortured you and Stan and Dipper and how it was all my fault because I have him that stupid rift in the first place.” She began sobbing, and buried her face in her grunkle’s chest. Ford was slightly taken aback by this, as he had never seen his niece cry so hard before.

“Shh, it’s okay Mabel,” he coped gently. “He can’t hurt you any more. We’re all safe, you have nothing to worry about.” He continued to stroke her hair and whisper soothing things to her. After a half hour, it seemed his niece was out of tears and nearly asleep in his arms. “Do you want to go back to bed, Mabel?” He whispered gently.

She shook her head no ever so slightly, and snuggled up closer to him, which is when he got an idea. “How about I sing you a song, then we’ll go to bed, okay?”

“Okay,” Mabel mumbled sleepily. Ford smiled at her, then cleared his throat. He sang soft and low, so that only she could hear the words.

‘Close your eyes, lay your head down,
Now it’s time to sleep,
May you find great adventure,
As you lie and dream.
If you’re scared of the darkness,
I will calm your fear,
There’s a light in the hallway,
So you know I’m here.

So count your blessings everyday,
It makes the monsters go away,
And everything will be okay.
You are not alone,
You are right at home,
Goodnight, goodnight.’

Ford gently got up from his spot on the couch and began to make his way up the stairs to the room Mabel shared with her brother, still singing as he carried her.

'You won’t need me forever,
But I’ll still be here,
For we all have our nightmares,
Even me my dear.
From now on, if you need me,
You can sing this song,
There’s a light in the hallway,
Burning all night long.’

Ford laid her down gently on the bed and tucked her in, stroking her hair once more.

'So count your blessings everyday,
It makes the monsters go away,
And everything will be okay,
You are not alone,
You are right at home.

Ford finished his song, smiled and kiss his niece on the forehead before heading out of the room. He looked back at his niece and nephew sleeping before closing the door and heading down to his own room to get some sleep.

*Have you gotten memorable reactions to the news [of being cast as Burr]?*

Ev-ery-body. I mean, my niece’s school friends were like, ‘Oh my God, your uncle’s about to be in Hamilton!’ People in my mom’s church. People who even don’t know much about theater, but everyone’s extraordinarily excited. Which is funny, and lovely. I’m glad this is bringing so much joy to people in my life.

*Leslie Odom Jr. posted a message on Instagram that he sent you the day it was announced Shuffle Along was closing, which said “You need a break? Or … time for your Burr?” What’s your side of that story?*

When he sent that, I had actually already been contacted by the Hamilton team, and Leslie didn’t know. I found it really interesting that he sent it, so I wrote back and said “I appreciate it, it may be time for a rest or it may be time for my ….. we’ll see.” And he just said, “You know, I love you, I’ll see you at the show soon.” It was one of those things, when he sent it, I was like, Okay, did they try to get him to recruit me? Is he Steph Curry and I’m K.D.? What’s going on [Laughs.]


*You’re going from one revolutionary show to another, but they have very different singing styles. Is that an adjustment you have to make, or does it feel natural?*

The shows are very different, but the material in Hamilton is not so alien from other things I’ve done. It’s essentially Les Misérables meets Rent in a modern vernacular, and those are two of my favorite shows, ones I know intimately. And I’m a fan of a lot of the things that Lin is a fan of so that helps.  Shuffle Along, it’s very period — I don’t consider anything I do to be singing in Shuffle Along, actually. It’s character work. But there is certainly singing in Hamilton. Burr has a couple of numbers where he gotta make some notes happen.  

*You’re already in rehearsals, and this is role is an incredibly heavy lift.  Have you given yourself a kind of Burr intensive?*

You’re a fan of mine for a reason, aren’t you? I’m up for a heavy lift, dahling. That’s what I’m doing now! The second I make dinner, I pop that CD in. I pulled out all the songs from the album that Burr is on, and I’ve sectioned them out and kinda go three songs at a time, ad nauseum. It’s a lot of words and rhythms, but thankfully it’s the kind of thing you can ingest audibly. So yeah, I’ve been on a material intensive.

*Superficially at least, your voice and Leslie’s seem to have a lot of similarities.*

Generally speaking, we do. I actually think Leslie’s voice might be slightly lower than mine, but it’s possible he’s been using that part of his voice more regularly.

*What’s your favorite Burr number to do, and what do you find most challenging?*

The answer to both is “Wait for It.” That’s my favorite, the one I listen to the most, but I also realized it’s lower than I thought. I’ve had to recalibrate how I approach it.  

*When you step into a role that’s been portrayed as iconically as Leslie did, does that make you want to follow in his footsteps or go in a different direction?*

Hell no! I’m stealing all his stuff! I wanna learn what it is and get to know it well enough to make educated decisions. Then I will naturally start to deviate and make adjustments. But I’mma give them a straight Leslie Odom for a full week to create a false sense of security and then flip the script the second they turn they backs! [Laughs.] Leslie has a smooth subtlety but there’s an edge to it, there’s a blade there, and I love that about what he does. And Leslie has a very powerful centering quality that gets communicated in all his work, whether you watch him onstage or onscreen.

*What are your rapping skills like?*

I’ve been on the mic since the Sugar Hill Gang! I’ve never considered rapping to be difficult. Anybody can learn words and a rhythm. That’s just how I think. For me, rapping is, if you can write rhymes and freestyle, then you’re a rapper. But memorizing a rap song, anybody can do that. My brother’s been texting me like, 'Fool, you can’t rap, what they gonna do?’ Okay, calm down.

*Javier [Muñoz] is already known as the sexy Hamilton. Are you planning to bring sexy Burr to the table?*

We’re gonna see. I can’t imagine you want too much sexiness onstage. You don’t want to be overpowered by sexy qualities. I’mma let Javi have that, and I’ll see what space there’s left to occupy.

So I know we all love the Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark’s Daughter trope. I am not innocent of this.

BUT consider a twist.

Tony thinks that Darcy is his daughter for all the usual reasons, right? So he has her DNA tested (secretly, of course) to confirm his suspicions.

And when JARVIS comes back with the results, he starts out by confirming that Darcy is related to Tony. He wasn’t imagining all those little things.

But Darcy isn’t his daughter. She’s his niece.

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Gustav Klimt, Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I, 1907, oil, silver and gold on canvas, 138 x 138 cm, Neue Galerie, New York. Source

Klimt’s famous first portrait of the Viennese socialite and art patron Adele Bloch-Bauer has been part of the Neue Galerie’s collection since 2006. It was the subject of a huge ownership dispute between the Austrian government and Adele’s niece Maria Altmann, who had been left the painting, amongst other Klimts, by her Uncle Ferdinand Bloch-Bauer upon his death in 1945. Maria’s story has been portrayed a number of times, including in last year’s film Woman in Gold, which starred Helen Mirren, Ryan Reynolds and Daniel Brühl.

Can you imagine how difficult for Josh all of his interactions with Maya are. Like he knows logically that he shouldn’t like her. She is his niece’s best friend. She is too young for him. She is completely off limits for him. He knows this, but he still likes her. He’s probably always liked her. He’s tried to ignore his feelings for her, but they haven’t gone away. When he finally said how he felt, you could tell he didn’t want to. But he also knew how it feels to be rejected, and he didn’t want to do it again. Especially given that he did have those feelings for her. He also knew that he couldn’t do anything about them, which is why he’s playing the long game. Because that’s when they can finally be together. God this show gives me the feels.


I was drawing together with my niece when she told me to draw a princess… Guess who came to my mind. This should just become a sketch but then I kinda… lost it :’) Unfortunately all I had to color it were my niece’s crayons. Just let me tell you, I love Oliness and I’m looking forward to get to know more about them.


Beatrix, a fan from Germany

HI BEATRIX!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS SUUUUUUUPER LOVELY!!!! I’m serious I gasped when I saw this! Thank you so much!!!!

anonymous asked:

How would J react to me bringing my 2 year old niece home to babysit her. Or me bringing all three of my nieces to babysit (they're 2, 5, and 7 years old).

Aahahahaha OMG I think he would be like: 

J: What is this? 

You: It’s a kid. My niece.

J: *stares at the kid*

Your niece: *stares back*

J: What does it want here?

You: I need you to take care of her and the others, I’m agreed with my mother and my sister/brother.

J: *stares at you now* You want me to do what?

You: Please! I can’t take them with me today and I’m already late! *puts your niece into his arms*

J: O_O *holds the kid far away from his body* But what should I do with her?

You: Don’t be stupid, she needs food and a place to sleep, also the others.

J: The others? …

You: Yes, come on in, kids that’s uncle J, he will take care of you today. 

J: You can’t do this to me! I don’t even like kids! 

You: *waves him goodbye and close the door behind you* 

J: *growling* Wait till you come home tonight -_-

Kids: We’re hungry …

J: … Well … what do you eat usualy?

Kids: Everything

J: *gave them a handgranate* 

Kids: *looks at each other* … I don’t think this is something that would be good for us to eat.

J: Where the hell do you wanna know that, hm? Maybe it’s healthy!

Kids: …

J: … Could you hold this for a second? *gives the kid in his hands to the seven year old, calls Frost*

Frost: Boss?

J: Frost, come here I need you, quick. 

Frost: What happened?

J: Don’t ask, just move your ass!

Frost: What’s it boss? *finally arrived*

J: It’s them. They need food. (Y/N), left them here and … I don’t know what I should do with them besides throwing them out of a window … 

Frost: You called me to buy them food?

J: *murderous look at Frost*

Frost: What do they need, boss? *smiles nervous*

J: I don’t know …

Frost: Maybe you should ask them

J: … Hey. 

Kids: *don’t listen to J*

J: Hey! Listen, you dwarfs what do you want to eat?

Seven year old: I want pizza!

Five year old: Me too!

Two year old: *raises thumb* 

Seven year old: No, not you.

J: *pissed* Just buy some kids food -_-

Frost: Okay … 

J: And hurry up! I don’t want to be alone with them. They scare me … 

Frost: … *lol …* 

Sorry this turned out longer than expected, but I laughed so hard as I imagined it! XD

anonymous asked:

I'm imagining the faces of all the ex-Imperial agents when Luke and Leia are joking around with (they're trying to help him keep his mind off Things) Anakin in the mess hall and Pooja jumps in, calling him Uncle Ani. The Imps really don't know how to react. Hearing Leia call him Daddy once was freaky enough (Bail was Papa to her, Anakin moves from Dad to Daddy, depending on her mood) and sometimes Luke makes these expressions that are a dead ringer for his father's...Now there's a niece too?!

Tbh I can’t imagine Leia calling Anakin “Daddy” myself - it doesn’t seem like either of their styles.

But she definitely calls him Dad. Initially, she called him Dad because Bail was and always will be Papa, but as it turns out Anakin wanted to be a Dad anyway. In the same way, Breha is Mama, and Padme was initially Mother (when all Leia knew of her was her dreams), but as she learns more about her, Padme becomes Mom.

Luke calls Anakin Dad most of the time when other people are around, but when it’s just family he’ll use Ipa or Ena (Amatakka words for father and parent respectively) just as often.

Then there’s Ahsoka wandering around calling him “Skyguy.” And Needa’s daughter Anwen, who calls Anakin by the alternately adorable and terrifying nickname “Mr. Torhu.”

So when Senator Pooja Naberrie shows up and starts calling their resident former Sith Lord “Uncle Ani,” some of the newer defectors are shocked, but most of the older ex-Imps just shrug it off. Apparently the galaxy is full of people who have affectionate nicknames for Darth Vader. It was surreal at first, but you get used to it.

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Josh watched as she twirled around with his niece, throwing her head back in laughter as her eyes sparkled with joy. Her golden hair glowed under the sun and flowed in the wind like threads of spun gold.

He stared at her completely unabashed, not even daring to look away as her sea blue eyes met his. Her mouth quirked up in a smile and she broke away from her niece’s grasp, leaving Riley to twirl with her boyfriend, Lucas.

“Creepy much?” She remarked as she pulled out the chair next to him and sat down. “You like what you see?”

It wasn’t that he was thrown off by boldness, he wasn’t afraid getting caught staring at her. It was just the mere fact of having her so close made his heart speed up and his palms and suddenly he was tongue tied.

He sipped his drinking, just studying her as she played with the straw of her own drink. He wanted nothing more than to run inside the bakery and busy himself by helping his sister-in-law.

“And if I did?” He swallowed his lemonade quickly and glanced at her. “What if I did like what I saw?”

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Kenny Baker, Actor Who Played R2-D2 in 'Star Wars,' Dead At 83
In addition to playing one of the series' most memorable characters, Baker appeared in Willow, Labyrinth and The Elephant Man.
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Kenny Baker, the 3 foot 8 inch actor who portrayed the droid R2-D2 in the Star Wars film franchise, died at the age of 83 following a “long illness,” reported the Guardian on Saturday.

Baker portrayed the famous robot in 1977’s Episode IV — A New Hope, as well as its sequels The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi and the prequel film trilogy.

According to Wookiepedia, before director George Lucas hired Baker to climb inside the R2-D2 suit, Baker was “a circus and cabaret performer with entertainer Jack Purvis,” and his other film credits include Willow, Labyrinth and The Elephant Man. He was also an accomplished mouth organ player and had an act in stand-up comedy.

“It was expected, but it’s sad nonetheless,” Baker’s niece, Abigail Shield, told theGuardian. “He had a very long and fulfilled life. He brought lots of happiness to people and we’ll be celebrating the fact that he was well loved throughout the world. We’re all very proud of what he achieved in his lifetime.”


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My name is Ty'Asia Monique Fields. I go by Ty, Asia, TT, Mo & Boodie (family nickname) 😂 I’m 21 and a Cancer (July 15th) 100% Black. I work 2 jobs (retail durning the day and bartender at night) I live by myself in Newark, NJ. Born and raised here. I have an older sister (Monice, she’s 27) and niece (Diamond she’s 10). I love them both greatly ❤️ umm, I’m pretty chill, kinda quiet. Just here to make some friends and see what’s up with some new people 😁 so yeah. Idk what I left out but if you wanna get to know me don’t be shy 😊 okay Bye lol

A Day In The Life Of

| Request: “Hi !!! Could you do a imagine where Dan and Y/N are watching after Y/Ns niece for the weekend and she is scared to sleep alone so she sleep between Y/N and Dan ?! Please :)) Ok maybe a thing, (if that’s alright) y/n is a youtuber so maybe she is vlogging a bit of the week end and the phandom is crazy (in a cute way) about Dan and y/Ns niece :)” |

| Warnings: None. |


“Hello Internet!”

Dan said to the camera with a sleepy smile and a yawn.

“It’s around 7 am and I’m about to wake [Y/N] up because her, well, our, niece is going to spend the weekend with us!”

The Phandom loved Dan and
[Y/N]’s niece, falling in love with her after [Y/N] vlogged a hectic day babysitting her by herself when she was two.

Dan crept into the bedroom to wake up [Y/N]. She lay there, wrapped in the checkered duvet, hair messy and a soft snore leaving her lips.

Dan approached, gently shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, babe.” He said softly.

She groaned, rolling to her other side and gently slapping away his hand. “Five more minutes.”

Dan turned the camera back on himself, shaking his head. “Get up, Sleeping Beauty.” [Y/N] giggled. “I’ll get up if I get true loves kiss.”

He groaned, leaning down and softly pecking her lips, making sure to film it as he did. [Y/N] got out of bed, taking Dan’s large hand in hers and following him down the hallway as he filmed.

“When’s she getting here?” She asked, yawning as she spoke.

“Around 11, but we need to be prepared before she comes. Making up the guest bedroom, buying food a five year old will eat, things like that.” He explained, making his way into the kitchen to cook breakfast.

By “cook” I mean pour cereal and milk in two bowls.

After breakfast, Dan stopped filming to allow them to get dressed and such, quickly he began filming when [Y/N] walked in the room in her favourite outfit, laughing as Dan sang “Here she is, Miss America.”

After filming, preparing the room, shopping for food, and everything else, the doorbell rang.
Dan and [Y/N] walked to the door together, Dan filmed as [Y/N] opened it and greeted her niece, Bandit, pulling her into a big bear hug. Dan greeted [Y/S/N] and they left, leaving Dan and [Y/N] with a rowdy five year old and her luggage.

“So, Bandit, how do you feel like filming A Day In The Life Of video with Auntie and I?” Dan asked, handing her the camera and taking her from [Y/N]’s arms. Bandit nodded, having filmed with both her aunt and uncle before.

[Y/N] grabbed her nieces luggage and they put it in her room, getting her properly dressed for winter in London, and headed out.

“Uncle Dan.” Bandit started, sitting between her aunt and uncle in the taxi. “When can I get my ears pierced like yours?” She asked, taking note of the pink studs Dan wore today. [Y/N] giggled, and he didn’t know how to respond. “When your mum and dad let you, I suppose.”

The taxi soon stopped at a toy shop, where they bought Bandit a toy of her choice. A pristine doll with features scarily similar to her own.

“Of course she picked one of the most bloody expensive items in the shop.” Dan mumbled to the camera, [Y/N] shaking her head as she gave her niece the money to pay for the toy. “You said she could pick anything, love.”

They walked out of the shop, Bandit holding [Y/N]’s hand with one hand and carrying the doll that made Dan’s wallet cry with her other.

[Y/N] whispered something to Bandit as Dan talked to the camera, and Bandit let go of her aunts hand and grabbed her uncles. “Thank you, Uncle Dan!” She yelled to the camera and her very tall uncle with a scraggly toothed grin. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

[Y/N] took the camera from Dan, talking to it about random things about London, most of which she was telling her niece.

They soon arrived at the next location, an ice cream parlour. “But [Y/N] it’s winter in England!” Dan whined. “Dan Howell how many times must I tell you that ice cream makes you warmer because of its fat content?” Bandit giggled at the playful banter between her aunt and uncle that was all being caught on camera.

They walked into the shop, Bandit releasing Dan’s hand to look at the brightly coloured ice cream in the shop. Pastel pink strawberry, bright yellow lemon, even a blue coloured flavour that Dan swore was radioactive.

Bandit settled on a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of lime, which [Y/N] noted was a “Lovely shade of green.” And rainbow sprinkles. Dan got a scoop of coffee, and [Y/N] got [Y/F/F]. They took their seats in the shop, enjoying the cold sweets and filming a bit more.

“Auntie, can you make spaghetti for dinner?” Bandit asked, her bright [E/C] eyes sparking. “Of course, we’ll have to go to a shop and buy the stuff to make it though.” [Y/N] smiled, despite hating spaghetti with a red hot passion.

After finishing their ice cream, sightseeing with their niece, and going food shopping for the second time today, they finally arrived back at the flat.

After dinner was eaten, the lounge was completely destroyed and then put back together again by Bandit, and the sound of cartoons filled the flat, they decided it was bedtime and [Y/N] prepared her niece for bed.

Together, Dan and [Y/N] tucked her, and her favourite stuffed animal, in bed, let her say “Goodnight internet.” to the camera, and prepared themselves for bed.

After crawling in bed, it wasn’t long before they heard the patter of little feet on the floor. Dan stood up at the sound of a light knock on the bedroom door.

“Uncle Dan, can I sleep with you and Auntie? I’m scared.” She asked, carrying a stuffed toy with her. Dan nodded, picking her up and placing her in bed between
[Y/N] and himself.

“Goodnight Bandit.” [Y/N] mumbled sleepily, placing a kiss on her nieces forehead, Dan did the same, and Bandit kissed both of their cheeks and told them goodnight once more.

And soon, all three of them fell asleep after a long day of babysitting.

The Arena... (Bruce Wayne/Reader)

Imagine Alfred Pennyworth’s attractive niece comes to visit for a while at the new Wayne estate… (Post BVS)

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Originally posted by holycavill

Bruce walked down the stairs and saw Alfred standing near the open doorway, “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Master Wayne…” He turned looking at him, “I half expected to catch you in the morning…I had thought you would be out…doing your…extracurriculars…”

Bruce squinted at him, “Alfred…”

“I had hoped to mention this before…” Alfred took a deep breath, “My niece has just move back state side…and she’s not on her feet yet…”

Bruce smiled a little putting a hand on his only true friend’s shoulder, “Alfred…any Pennyworth is welcome in my home. For as long as they need.”

Alfred took in a deep breath, “Thank you sir…I…I meant to inform you earlier…but with everything with…well you know.”

“I do.” He nodded as he saw a sillouette approaching the door carrying a box. He smiled stepping past Alfred eager to see what a younger female Pennyworth actually looked like, “You must be Miss Pennyworth.”

You stepped into the light and smiled at him as his mouth dropped a little, “And you must be the infamous Bruce Wayne I’ve heard about.”

“You’ve heard about me? Here…allow me.” He took the box from you.

“Thank you.” You smiled stepping in adjusting your bags on your shoulders, “And yes the video calls to Uncle Fred have certainly revealed you to me.”

“Oh have they…” Bruce glanced at Alfred who merely shrugged it off.

“Y/N…” Alfred took you into his arms giving your a big bear hug, “I hope the flight was well.”

“Well enough when crossing an ocean.” You laughed a little. Bruce couldn’t help but notice how your eyes crinkled when you made the simple yet beautiful noise.

“Alfred, I assume she’ll be in the downstairs guest room?” Bruce asked him.

“Yes of course…here Master Wayne…” He reached for the box.

“Now now…I am more then capable of handling a box Uncle Fred…”  Bruce smirked pulling the box away, “You visit with your niece, you’re off the clock, if you’re ever on it.”

“Oh har har…” Alfred called after him, “I wouldn’t need to be after you so much if you got a love life that wasn’t full of one night stands!”

Bruce glanced back glaring briefly at the old man. He love him like a father and they acted as such most of the time. That didn’t mean he had to go blasting his sex life in front of you. A very attractive…hopefully single…young woman.

He opened the door to the guest room turning on light. He didn’t know why he didn’t choose this room as his own. It had a spectacular view of the lake. Shaking off the thought he walked toward the desk in the room setting down the box.

“I hope Uncle Fred didn’t embarrass you too much?” He looked back at you walking into the room, “He means well and has actually told me how much he adores you.”

Bruce smiled looking down to the ground as you walked in further, “I…I think the same as him. He’s been here for as long as I can remember and I owe him a great deal. He’s…only a butler for payroll…to me he’s more of a father.”

You smiled setting your bag on the floor and a violin case on the bed, “That’s good to hear. I was afraid you liked being called Master Wayne…”

“Oh god…” He rolled his eyes, “Your uncle is very traditional…I’ve tried…”

“I know…” You nodded crossing his arms, “I’m sure he’s freaking out right now that we’re in the same room.”

“No doubt.” He looked at you finally noting how even in the dim light your eyes shown brightly. The color dazzled him for a moment before he looked at the case on the bed, “You play?”

“Ah, yes…that’s actually my profession. So if you know anyone who needs a violinist…” You touched the case with the tips of your fingers.

“Classically trianed I assume.” He stepped closer.

“And then some.” You looked up at him, “Maybe I could give you and Uncle Fred a show.”

“I’d like that…” He smiled a little before clearing his throat, “I’ll let you get settled.”

“Thank you, Bruce.” You told him as he turned to leave.

He smiled at the use of his name, “You’re very welcome Y/N…”