The Flash: The Fastest Man Alive (Male Reader Insert)

3.3 To the Batcave

Y/N stepped out of the dark limousine. He followed Bruce up the long walkway towards a large, dark manor. The flight to Gotham had been nice, although a little slow for Y/N's taste. He couldn't deny the luxury of flying in a lazy boy while sipping champagne, though.

With his bag slung over his shoulder, the young man walked with Wayne towards his family home. The mansion was huge and had a gothic appearance, almost like something straight out of an old horror movie. Faded, sandstone paint covered the old building with specks of black soot peppered near the windows.

Before Bruce could even approach the large, wooden doors leading in, they were opened by a face all too familiar to the millionaire vigilante. The old man on the other side wore a black, sleeveless vest over a white collar shirt. A delicate tie hung from his neck and a pair of rounded bifocals rested on his eyes. He nodded to Bruce in understanding, a smile creeping on his face.

Alfred: Welcome home, Master Wayne.

Bruce nodded to him, stepping all the way in.

Bruce: Thank you, Alfred.

Alfred: I suspect it was a profitable trip?

Bruce: See for yourself.

He indicated to the man behind him and continued making his way into the large foyer. Alfred looked over and noticed a young man with a red shirt and grey sweatshirt on. He recognized him from his and Bruce's conversations regarding the matter.

Alfred: Good evening, Mr. L/N. I hope the flight over was to your liking.

Y/N: Yeah, it was great! I don't get to fly too often.

Alfred: I suspect not, especially considering you could cover the distance better with your own two feet on the ground.

He gave Y/N a wink while taking his bag. Y/N looked at him in confusion and surprise.

Y/N: I'm sorry, you are...

Bruce: Y/N, this is Alfred. He's the one in charge around here.

Alfred nodded his head. Y/N shook his hand gratefully before stepping into the foyer. The young man let out a low whistle upon seeing everything.

The room was large with delicate, intricately drawn paintings on the wall. A brass chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a warm yet gothic glow, almost as if it were the middle of winter. A stairwell to the side was adorned with a fine wood railing and a well kept carpet.

Following Bruce through the manor, Y/N now found them to be standing in a large study room. The walls were lined with bookshelves, some of which hadn't looked like they'd been touched in years. A fish tank sat close to a large window near the back of the room. A nearby desk was covered in papers and neatly stacked books. Y/N was so taken aback by the room that he nearly bumped into a small table and armchair.

Alfred: I am sure you will find things comfortable here, Mr. L/N.

Y/N: Comfortable? This is a palace compared to my place!

Bruce: Alfred, take his things to the room and meet us downstairs.

The old butler nodded, walking towards the stairwell. Y/N followed Bruce throughout the study room.

Y/N: So, you got like a hidden room where you keep your stuff? Maybe some equipment kept in the storage closet? A secret seance room?

Bruce walked over to his desk. He pulled on one of the corner pieces, sliding it open to reveal a secret compartment. Y/N hadn't even realize that was there. It looked like it had been designed into the pattern of the desk.