1) Master Bruce's sheets, each time they've been laundered he irons them out before making the bed at the start of every week. He takes pride in the sight of clean, pressed sheets folded down on the duvet. Sadly, Master Bruce has no such appreciation and ruins the masterpiece each time he flops down, twisting them round himself in a cocoon.
2) The table cloths of the master dining table at every spring cleaning. Those fine Egyptian threads haven't seen their use since his previous masters, but Alfred hopes his young master will give him ample excuse to bring them out for deserving guests one day.
3) Master Bruce's innumerable suit pants - Bruce insists it's enough to let them hang in the steam of his bathroom post-shower. Alfred is affronted.
4) When Master Bruce asks for his advice on which suit to wear Alfred off-handedly suggests the navy and striped set, omitting the fact that he already selected it a day earlier and pressed it with the iron. Bruce commends his taste with a crooked smile, which crooks a little more as he buttons up the front. "You ironed the jacket, too?"
5) Before he understood that Master Bruce's cape was a particular memory fabric with sensitive fibres and interwoven with proprietary technology, Alfred searched for the care label. Bruce recognised that look in his eye, took it back and simply explained, "It's synthetic, Alfred. Lucius helped engineer it."
Alfred sniffed at the synthetic product. "The finest quality, I'm sure, Sir."
Five Things Alfred Irons That Don’t Need to be Ironed
2) The table cloths of the master dining table at every spring cleaning. Those fine Egyptian threads haven't seen their use since his previous masters, but Alfred hopes his young master will give him ample excuse to bring them out for deserving guests one day.
3) Master Bruce's innumerable suit pants - Bruce insists it's enough to let them hang in the steam of his bathroom post-shower. Alfred is affronted.
4) When Master Bruce asks for his advice on which suit to wear Alfred off-handedly suggests the navy and striped set, omitting the fact that he already selected it a day earlier and pressed it with the iron. Bruce commends his taste with a crooked smile, which crooks a little more as he buttons up the front. "You ironed the jacket, too?"
5) Before he understood that Master Bruce's cape was a particular memory fabric with sensitive fibres and interwoven with proprietary technology, Alfred searched for the care label. Bruce recognised that look in his eye, took it back and simply explained, "It's synthetic, Alfred. Lucius helped engineer it."
Alfred sniffed at the synthetic product. "The finest quality, I'm sure, Sir."