So here I am. At writing fanfics again. But I finally finished one, so be gentle with my baby, huh? It's a Batman/Iron Man crossover.

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Disclaimer: Like I own anything but Riley. Hah! I wish.

The actual crash was a blur. I remembered arguing with my mother and reaching over to switch the radio station. The flash of headlights cut across my eyes, the honk of the horn slammed into my ears, and then time nearly stopped. The pain didn't come until long after.

I was sitting in a hospital bed when they told me. I cried, screamed, and thrashed so much so that they had to dope me up with double the morphine to calm me down and keep me from hurting myself. The morphine didn't help with the guilt that crushed my chest.

It was all my fault. As I reached forward to change the radio station, I had mentioned that she was suffocating me and holding me back. She had looked at me with shock and missed the red light. Our Toyota ended up in a twisted pile of metal next to a giant Dodge.

I hadn't moved in an hour and I glared at the left corner of my bed frame. My eyes were dry and blinking wasn't even going to fix that. But maybe if I did blink, this would all be a dream.

Blink.

Nope. Still real.

Damn it.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville…

I glanced to the nightstand to my right where my phone sat. The face was lit up with a phone call and the body of the phone vibrated to the song. I glared at it. I didn't want to answer it. I didn't want to hear anyone offering condolences.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville…

I cursed the invention of cell phones and I reached over to slap the phone quiet.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville…

"GOD DAMN IT!" I screamed, snatching the phone and effectively chucking the piece of plastic and circuitry across the room.

It was silent for a minute.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville…

I'd never wished for laser vision so hard until now. An orderly came bustling in the room at the sound of the phone crashing into the wall and picked it up. She brought it back to me.

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville…

"I don't want it," I snarled out.

"You should answer it," said the orderly. She set the phone on my lap as it rang yet again. I glanced down at the caller ID; mildly curious.

Tony Stark.

What?

"Riley! Jesus Christ! Are you all right?!"

I had to jerk the phone away from my ear; partly because he was so loud and partly because I just had to double check it was really Tony calling me. Our relationship was rocky at best, even for family. He was certainly the last person I expected to ever call me, no matter the situation, unless it was to annoy me like the five-year-old I was convinced that he was.

"Tony?" I asked softly.

"Yes, Riles, it's me." Tony's voice lowered substantially. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and then promptly realized that he couldn't see me and almost threw another small tantrum.

"I'm all right," I breathed.

Tony sighed with relief. I could almost picture him pinching the bridge of his nose and glaring down at the ground.

"You're mom," he said quietly. "Is she okay?"

I froze. My blood ran cold and I was surprised the heart monitor attached to me wasn't going wild. I was pretty sure my heart had stopped.

"Riley?"

I opened my mouth to speak – to tell him the horrible truth – but nothing came out. Not even air. I tried again.

Nothing.

"Riley, what happened?"

"It's my fault," I whispered quietly.

"What?" asked Tony.

"It's all my fault," I repeated, slightly louder. Hot tears were suddenly filling my eyes. I fought against them.

"That's ridiculous," Tony scoffed.

I gave a hollow laugh.

"I made her take her eyes off the road," I sputtered out.

"It's not your fault," Tony tried to convince me.

"I upset her," I plugged on.

Tony tried valiantly again. "It's not your fault."

His words fell on deaf ears.

"She looked at me. I made her miss the red light."

One more time, "It's not your fault, Riles."

"I made her miss the light," I repeated. "I'm the reason she's dead."

"Don't say that," Tony commanded firmly in my ear. I could hear a distinct whooshing sound behind him. "You don't know what would have happened if she hadn't looked awa—"

"She would have seen the light," I interrupted dully. "She would have been able to stop."

"It was raining."

"So?"

I heard Tony sigh heavily on his end, emphasizing the whooshing. Did he hear the whooshing too? Or did I hit my head really hard?

"Where are you?" he asked

I glanced at the hospital around me. Nothing but the white wall color was familiar to me, thanks to various hospital stays in the past.

"Sacred Heart Hospital."

It had to be. I had been to every other hospital in town.

"All right," said Tony. "Hang tight, kiddo. I'll be right there."

Click.

He hung up on me. How dare he? Jerk.

I had my good arm cocked back to hurl my phone into the wall again before I realized just what Tony had said before he hung up.

He was coming here?

For me?

And why was my right arm in a sling? Oh yeah. I went through the windshield because my seatbelt snapped off. I almost slapped myself for forgetting. I lightly tossed my phone back on the nightstand beside my bed wondering just how hard I did hit my head. It would sure explain the sudden pounding noise I was hearing.

Oh wait…that was someone knocking on the door.