Veronica shuffled back and forth trying to think of something.
"Well, can you cook... clean?" Alfred said with a sneer.
"No..." Veronica said shrinking.
"So can you do Anything that might make me think you have some worth in my manor?" Alfred paused.
"umm...I..." Veronica tried desperately to think of something.
"How about being my sex toy?" Alfred said coldly.
"Huh?" Veronica blinked assuming she misheard him.
"Veronica, you simple girl allow me to spell it out for you I'll hire you on as an entry level maid, you will then learn how to properly cook and clean my mansion in lieu of payment. But part of your duties will include using the few marketable skills you gained from your old life as a party slut whenever I want you to." Alfred said flatly.
"Oh... um..." Veronica was conflicted she wouldn't be on the street... but she wouldn't be getting paid for her services...
"Of course room and board will be charged to your tab that you WILL be expected to pay off." Alfred smirked
"yes... Alfred, thank you... I won't let you down." Veronica said defeated.
"Excellent... now first rule of this mansion. There are only two ways I wish to see you... 1. In your uniform, 2. not in your uniform." Alfred said knowing that the former socialite and her bank account were his.
"Ok..." Veronica said not quite getting what he's saying.
"Ahem... Miss Veronica remove those rags immediately." Alfred said authoritatively.
"Oh... sorry..." Veronica said quickly ripping the expensive dress she said off of her as fast as possible
"You are forgetting your place already, Vivi." Alfred narrowed his eyes.
"Sir! Sorry, Sir!" Veronica pleaded as she removed the rest of her undergarments.
Alfred looked her over before he let his powers wash over her again... the tendons in her legs shortened making it so that she could never wear a shoe with less than a 4" heel, her ass expanded slightly giving her a nice bubble butt, her tits grew out to a classy set of Double D's.
"oooh..." Vivi cooed as right above her improved booty a tramp stamp slowly began to appaer across her flesh letting everyone know that she was "Property of Alfred Pennyworth"
"Now you physically look the part... go to the maid quarters and get dressed I want you to start your lessons as soon as the head maid arrives." Alfred smirks as he remembers the two other phonecalls he made earlier.
A chime from the grandfather clock went off and Alfred smiled.
"Oh good timing one of my guests has arrived."
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Kate Kane aka Batwoman got a strange distress signal from her cousin Bruce... something about needing to meet with her immediately about matters important to their family...
Kate wasn't entirely sure if Bruce meant the Kane's... or the Bat's but still if Bruce reached out to her it must be something important to him. So she speed down the streets leading out of Gotham on her motorcycle ... to the secret entrance to the batcave...
She used the beacon Batman had entrusted her with and flew past all of the defenses no problem... parking her motorcycle next to the Batmobile she got off her ride and saw.. nothing.
The Batcave was empty, Bruce wasn't on the batcomputer working on the 100 or so cases he took on at once with Alfred nagging him to take it easy... in fact the lights were off and the thin layer of dust made it look like the computer hadn't been turned on in a few days...
Suddenly, she heard the large door at the top of the stairs open and a familiar voice.
"Ah Ms. Kane... I was hoping it was you..." Alfred said with a smile as he came down.
"What's going on, Alfred, where's Bruce?" Batwoman said remaining on guard.
"oh Bruce is out earning his keep. He finally realized what a burden his nightly activities were on his family name, and is out to make it right." Alfred said as he got close to the crimson haired crimefighter.
"What do you mean?"
"he's out using his body to get horny men to fuck him for money... but that's not important. What is important is that you get out of that silly costume and into your uniform... there's work to be done." Alfred grinned.
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Commissioner Gordon was busy sitting at his desk making sure that the rest of the days paperwork was completed... mostly as a distraction. He got a phonecall from Batman a few hours ago... he sounded a little strange but he said that Alfred Pennyworth, the Butler of Bruce Wayne, had important information that he absolutely needed to know concerning his daughter Barbara, and to meet him at the Manor after he was finished with his work.
He didn't want to think of what it could possibly be... she already had the close call with the damnedable clown... and if it weren't for the miracles of modern science she wouldn't have been able to make that full recovery. It was times like that he was glad she didn't follow in his footsteps... Gotham was a dangerous place ESPECIALLY for crimefighters...
But... if it was something as urgent as the Joker incident... Batman would have told him to stop everything and rush over... he was certain of that... but it still sat in a pit of his stomach...