Okay, so I haven't seen Justice League Doom yet, but I did see the Bruce v. Bane scene on youtube...and holy mother heifer. That is a scene I will watch over and over again for inspiration.
Anyway, this is just a scene I wished had happened after Bruce stumbled inside from the scene where he was locked in the coffins.
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He stumbled from the outside grounds, his breath coming in gasping sobs.
"No-no...why...no." He whimpered brokenly, feeling pathetic as he sunk to the floor, shivering and sobbing and not knowing what else to do but wrap his arms around his knees and bury his face in them. Dirt clung to his clothes and he began to sob harder with the smell that it brought, it was just another thing that would haunt his nightmares, just more to torment him.
He suddenly screamed, the sound clawing out of his throat like it had wanted to do in the coffin as he had gazed down at the skeleton of his father. He began to tear at his clothes, screaming and crying and ripping them off his shuddering frame.
And then there was Alfred and arms were around him, supporting him. He clung desperately to the man he considered to be a father, burying himself in the older man's frantic embrace while he muffled his screams in the man's suit. "Alfred." He eventually sobbed, feeling like the child he had been over twenty years ago, wanting and needing to be comforted.
"Shhh...it's alright Bruce, it's alright..." Alfred rocked him in his arms, hands running over his back in smooth circles.
"I-I...Bane buried me...w-with them." He admitted, his voice shaking and he buried his face in Alfred's shoulder, needing to feel safe, needing to feel something other than this horror and emptiness.
He felt Alfred stiffen, the hands stroking his back beginning to tremble. "I am so sorry Master Bruce."
Bruce merely nodded, his sobbing breaths beginning to slow and quiet. He made a sudden effort to pull away, to compose himself. "I-I have to go-"
"You'll do no such thing." And Alfred's voice was final as he merely pulled him closer, not relinquishing his hold. "You are going to sit here, and you are going to let me help you for once in your bloody life."
And Bruce gave a sobbing chuckle, laying his head back down on Alfred's shoulder.
They sat on the floor of his hallway for over an hour, Alfred rocking Bruce in his arms like he was eight years old again; and Bruce felt safe and protected and loved.
Eventually Alfred pressed a soft kiss to Bruce's sweaty temple, something he hadn't done in years, and pulled away slowly. He helped the younger man to his feet, pulling him gently into a final embrace.
"I love you Alfred." Bruce whispered into his ear, tightening his arms around the man's smaller frame.
Alfred merely held onto him just as tightly, "I love you too Bruce."