Fic: The highest honour
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munninTitle: The highest honour
Author: Munnin
Rating: G
Fandom: Band!AU
Characters: Dick, Alfred, Damian and the band.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: H/C. muscle strains and spasms. Masterlist here.
Summary: When Alfred hurts himself unloading the gear at the end of a gig, the Robin’s pull out all the stops to look after him. (Yes, I know I’m setting myself up for d’aww.)
Alfred grunted quietly as he lifted the speaker stack down from the back of the van. He felt something in his back protest greatly and had to fight not to cry out.
Dick saw the old servant finch out of the corner of his eye and dove to help, snatching the amp away from Alfred’s hand. “Alfred? Alfred, are you ok?”
“I’m fine Master Dick.” Alfred scowled though clenched teeth but Dick could tell it was a lie.
“No you’re not.” He wrapped an arm around Alfred’s waist and took his weight. “Gotta get you inside.” He glanced over his shoulder to his brothers. “Jay, Tim! Can you guys pack this stuff away? Alfred’s hurt.”
“Please Master Dick, don’t make a fuss.” He tried to pull away but his knees buckled without Dick’s support.
Damian came rushing over, taking Alfred’s other arm and running his hands up Alfred’s strong but thin shoulders. “You’ve strained your trapezius muscle. You should rest.” There was an anxious note to Damian’s voice, child-like and high. “Dick you must see to this at once.”
“Truly Master Damian-” Alfred started but Dick shushed him.
“Come on. We’re going upstairs, you’re going to have a hot shower and then I’m going massage that out for you.”
“Master Dick! I really must protest!”
“Protest as you might Pennyworth.” Damian growled, fluffing himself up. “It is still what is going to happen. Despite being predominantly useless in all other things, Grayson is an adequate physical therapist.”
Jay leaned into Steph with a grin. “Is that what we heard through the walls last night! Dick’s adequate physical therapy.”
Tim glared and tweaked his collar higher, trying to hide the painfully obvious hickie on his throat.
Dick couldn’t help by laugh at Damian’s sternness. “Come on Alfred, let’s get you sorted before the littlest ninja decides he can do better. Believe me; you’re not getting back up after one of his massages!”
Alfred allowed himself to lean into Dick’s embrace as they rode the lift up to their private suite.
“Do you need a hand getting out of your shirt?” Dick asked solicitously as they walked into Alfred’s room.
“I assure you Master Dick,” Alfred said gently, shaking Dick off. “I’m more than capable of shower unassisted. Thank you.”
“I’ll just go find my gear. Stretch out on the bed when you’re ready.” Dick busied himself laying out towels over Alfred’s bed, warming up the room and his rubbing oil before going to find some more comfortable clothes. Skin tight jeans worked great on stage but getting out of them at the end of the night was always a relief.
Alfred was stretched out on the bed once he got changed, a pillow tucked under his head as he rested his face on his hands.
“Warm enough?” Dick asked, gently peeling back the top of Alfred’s robe.
“Quite.” Alfred muttered into the pillow. “I must stress, this is quite unnecessary.”
“Be quiet and take your lumps like the rest of us!” Dick chided, pouring warmed oil over his hands. Alfred’s skin was thin and dry under his fingers but the muscles beneath were hard as steel and knotted up horribly. “God Alfred! You should have said something! This has got to hurt!”
“I’m quite accustom to it Master Dick. You needn’t trouble yourself.” Alfred tried to sit up but Dick pinned him with a slick hand between the shoulder blades.
“You are not moving off that bed till I am satisfied that every knot is turned to jello. Have I made myself clear?” Dick growled, working his thumbs into Alfred’s spine. He eased back as Alfred relaxed a little, or at least stopped struggling. “Tell me if I’m pushing too hard ok?” He worked slowly up Alfred’s back, loosening each muscle group in order. “You still with me Alfred?”
“Master Dick?” Alfred slurred, drooling a little into the pillow.
“I need to change angles. You ok if I sit over your legs?”
“Whatever you think best Master Dick.”
Dick chuckled. “See this is why I massage Tim like this.” he muttered as he carefully straddled Alfred’s legs. “By now I can get him to agree to anything.” He worked his way across the strained muscles of Alfred’s shoulder. “Honestly Alfred? Why do you put up with us?”
Alfred rolled his head carefully, freeing himself of the pillow to speak. “A noble man once left his most prized possession, his son, in my care. In turn that man left his sons to my keeping and that is an honour I hold most high.”
Dick smiled quietly and ran his hand gently down the column of Alfred’s neck. “Do you ever regret not having kids of your own?”
“Master Bruce was my son, in every sense that matters. Just as you and your brothers as my grandsons. I cherish all the children of bat as my own. I have been very fortunate to have shared my life with so many exceptional young people.”
Dick leant in and pressed a soft kiss to the older man’s brow. “We wouldn’t be who we are without you.” He whispered before returning to the task at hand.
Little by little, Alfred relaxed and dozed off.
A silvery rattle woke Alfred as Damian manhandled a tray into the room. “What’s all this?” he asked, pulling his robe closed and flattening his hair.
“Breakfast in bed.” Damian stated as if pointing out the painfully obvious. “We’re under strict orders from Dick that you are to convalesce for a few days. No unnecessary strain.”
“That is very kind of Master Dick but I’m quite certain I don’t need-”
Damian put a hand out to silence him. “As much as I am loathed to say it, Grayson is the head of this family now and his orders are to be obeyed. In this case anyway.” He placed the tray carefully over Alfred’s knees. “I brought you the morning papers as well as your novel. I expect you not to get up till well after noon.”
Alfred looked over the meal with a strange feeling of pride. Spanish omelettes of Jason’s creation and freshly squeezed juice. “Thank you Master Damian. Its most kind of you.”
Damian nodded and wandered away, stopping in the doorway to glance over his shoulder. “I heard...part of what you said to Dick last night. I’m honoured to consider you my grandfather.” He dashed away before Alfred could answer.
The older man looked after him with pride. “The honour is mine.”
Author: Munnin
Rating: G
Fandom: Band!AU
Characters: Dick, Alfred, Damian and the band.
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: H/C. muscle strains and spasms. Masterlist here.
Summary: When Alfred hurts himself unloading the gear at the end of a gig, the Robin’s pull out all the stops to look after him. (Yes, I know I’m setting myself up for d’aww.)
Alfred grunted quietly as he lifted the speaker stack down from the back of the van. He felt something in his back protest greatly and had to fight not to cry out.
Dick saw the old servant finch out of the corner of his eye and dove to help, snatching the amp away from Alfred’s hand. “Alfred? Alfred, are you ok?”
“I’m fine Master Dick.” Alfred scowled though clenched teeth but Dick could tell it was a lie.
“No you’re not.” He wrapped an arm around Alfred’s waist and took his weight. “Gotta get you inside.” He glanced over his shoulder to his brothers. “Jay, Tim! Can you guys pack this stuff away? Alfred’s hurt.”
“Please Master Dick, don’t make a fuss.” He tried to pull away but his knees buckled without Dick’s support.
Damian came rushing over, taking Alfred’s other arm and running his hands up Alfred’s strong but thin shoulders. “You’ve strained your trapezius muscle. You should rest.” There was an anxious note to Damian’s voice, child-like and high. “Dick you must see to this at once.”
“Truly Master Damian-” Alfred started but Dick shushed him.
“Come on. We’re going upstairs, you’re going to have a hot shower and then I’m going massage that out for you.”
“Master Dick! I really must protest!”
“Protest as you might Pennyworth.” Damian growled, fluffing himself up. “It is still what is going to happen. Despite being predominantly useless in all other things, Grayson is an adequate physical therapist.”
Jay leaned into Steph with a grin. “Is that what we heard through the walls last night! Dick’s adequate physical therapy.”
Tim glared and tweaked his collar higher, trying to hide the painfully obvious hickie on his throat.
Dick couldn’t help by laugh at Damian’s sternness. “Come on Alfred, let’s get you sorted before the littlest ninja decides he can do better. Believe me; you’re not getting back up after one of his massages!”
Alfred allowed himself to lean into Dick’s embrace as they rode the lift up to their private suite.
“Do you need a hand getting out of your shirt?” Dick asked solicitously as they walked into Alfred’s room.
“I assure you Master Dick,” Alfred said gently, shaking Dick off. “I’m more than capable of shower unassisted. Thank you.”
“I’ll just go find my gear. Stretch out on the bed when you’re ready.” Dick busied himself laying out towels over Alfred’s bed, warming up the room and his rubbing oil before going to find some more comfortable clothes. Skin tight jeans worked great on stage but getting out of them at the end of the night was always a relief.
Alfred was stretched out on the bed once he got changed, a pillow tucked under his head as he rested his face on his hands.
“Warm enough?” Dick asked, gently peeling back the top of Alfred’s robe.
“Quite.” Alfred muttered into the pillow. “I must stress, this is quite unnecessary.”
“Be quiet and take your lumps like the rest of us!” Dick chided, pouring warmed oil over his hands. Alfred’s skin was thin and dry under his fingers but the muscles beneath were hard as steel and knotted up horribly. “God Alfred! You should have said something! This has got to hurt!”
“I’m quite accustom to it Master Dick. You needn’t trouble yourself.” Alfred tried to sit up but Dick pinned him with a slick hand between the shoulder blades.
“You are not moving off that bed till I am satisfied that every knot is turned to jello. Have I made myself clear?” Dick growled, working his thumbs into Alfred’s spine. He eased back as Alfred relaxed a little, or at least stopped struggling. “Tell me if I’m pushing too hard ok?” He worked slowly up Alfred’s back, loosening each muscle group in order. “You still with me Alfred?”
“Master Dick?” Alfred slurred, drooling a little into the pillow.
“I need to change angles. You ok if I sit over your legs?”
“Whatever you think best Master Dick.”
Dick chuckled. “See this is why I massage Tim like this.” he muttered as he carefully straddled Alfred’s legs. “By now I can get him to agree to anything.” He worked his way across the strained muscles of Alfred’s shoulder. “Honestly Alfred? Why do you put up with us?”
Alfred rolled his head carefully, freeing himself of the pillow to speak. “A noble man once left his most prized possession, his son, in my care. In turn that man left his sons to my keeping and that is an honour I hold most high.”
Dick smiled quietly and ran his hand gently down the column of Alfred’s neck. “Do you ever regret not having kids of your own?”
“Master Bruce was my son, in every sense that matters. Just as you and your brothers as my grandsons. I cherish all the children of bat as my own. I have been very fortunate to have shared my life with so many exceptional young people.”
Dick leant in and pressed a soft kiss to the older man’s brow. “We wouldn’t be who we are without you.” He whispered before returning to the task at hand.
Little by little, Alfred relaxed and dozed off.
A silvery rattle woke Alfred as Damian manhandled a tray into the room. “What’s all this?” he asked, pulling his robe closed and flattening his hair.
“Breakfast in bed.” Damian stated as if pointing out the painfully obvious. “We’re under strict orders from Dick that you are to convalesce for a few days. No unnecessary strain.”
“That is very kind of Master Dick but I’m quite certain I don’t need-”
Damian put a hand out to silence him. “As much as I am loathed to say it, Grayson is the head of this family now and his orders are to be obeyed. In this case anyway.” He placed the tray carefully over Alfred’s knees. “I brought you the morning papers as well as your novel. I expect you not to get up till well after noon.”
Alfred looked over the meal with a strange feeling of pride. Spanish omelettes of Jason’s creation and freshly squeezed juice. “Thank you Master Damian. Its most kind of you.”
Damian nodded and wandered away, stopping in the doorway to glance over his shoulder. “I heard...part of what you said to Dick last night. I’m honoured to consider you my grandfather.” He dashed away before Alfred could answer.
The older man looked after him with pride. “The honour is mine.”
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Date: 2010-06-26 06:17 pm (UTC)DWAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
As much as I loved Jay's snark about Dick's physical therapy
I loved Alfred's comments on how Bruce is his son and the kids are his Grands.
Thank you for sharing this DAWWWWWling fic Baby
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Date: 2010-06-26 11:32 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, Alfred needs more love in my books!