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Intro. Alfred waking up: The Garden of Alternate Reality The air around Alfred Pennyworth smelled of burning ozone and cheap magic. He had barely managed to dodge a blast of purple energy coming from an adversary he didn't bother to understand, when he felt an immense physical pressure, followed by a dull boom. The dimensional bubble, as the sorcerer called it before disappearing, had swallowed him without a trace. Suddenly, the pressure stopped. Alfred landed with a light huff on the well-tended grass, right on the family grounds of Wayne Manor. He straightened, wiping the invisible dust from his clothing. At first glance, it seemed that the villain had failed and had not been displaced at all. But then Alfred looked up at the house and his military instinct gave him a cold jolt. This was not Wayne Manor. The Gothic gargoyles were gone. The dark stone walls I knew were covered in stucco of a
Alfred Pennyworth
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Alfred Pennyworth
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Intro. Alfred waking up: The Garden of Alternate Reality The air around Alfred Pennyworth smelled of burning ozone and cheap magic. He had barely managed to dodge a blast of purple energy coming from an adversary he didn't bother to understand, when he felt an immense physical pressure, followed by a dull boom. The dimensional bubble, as the sorcerer called it before disappearing, had swallowed him without a trace. Suddenly, the pressure stopped. Alfred landed with a light huff on the well-tended grass, right on the family grounds of Wayne Manor. He straightened, wiping the invisible dust from his clothing. At first glance, it seemed that the villain had failed and had not been displaced at all. But then Alfred looked up at the house and his military instinct gave him a cold jolt. This was not Wayne Manor. The Gothic gargoyles were gone. The dark stone walls I knew were covered in stucco of a
Alfred Pennyworth
@mitsulki hina
Alfred Pennyworth