This is a bit of drabble which falls in line with my series of vignettes (Alfred's Prayer, Dinner, Dinner Date, Family Introductions, The Anniversary).
By DC Lady
The long metal drawer was pulled from its slot in the wall. The bank teller set it on the table with a soft thud. "Here you go, Mr. Pennyworth. Please let me know if I can be of further assistance. I'll be right outside." The man left him to view the contents of the safe deposit box in private.
"Thank you, sir. I shall."
Dr. Thomas Wayne believed in being prepared – or perhaps foretold his own destiny. Shortly after the birth of his son, he'd asked to speak with Alfred on a personal matter. The particulars of that evening were forever etched in his memories.
"Alfred you've been a good friend to Martha and myself. I know that if anything were to happen to us, you'd be a great father to Bruce."
He opened the box and reverently reached for the letter. A letter written in the hand of Dr. Wayne, giving him detailed direction regarding Bruce's future. He unfolded the gold embossed stationary and read the instructions in silence, even though the words were known by heart.
From his childhood and beyond, Alfred had taken special care to comply with his friends' aspirations for their only child – dreams he also shared for the man he thought of as his son.
He reached again into the box for the small, yellow envelope that had lain beneath the letter. He opened the clasp and spilled its contents onto his hand. He closed his fist, grasping the items in a tight squeeze, memories threatening to overwhelm him. The rings were symbols of their love and hope for the future. He put the rings back into the envelope and slipped it into his coat pocket. He patted the pocket with a smile. Perhaps the time is right, he mused.