Marvel/DC Comics United Chapter 1

This chapter is a sort of testing chapter. If people like this chapter, I will continue this story and return to my other stories. If people don't, it might take a lot longer before I return to fanfiction.

This story takes place in a universe where the Iron Man Trilogy, Captain America: The First Avenger, Thor, The Incredible Hulk, The Man of Steel, and the Avengers are all canon, with my own versions of other Marvel and DC characters included. My Batman and Alfred are both based on their versions on the TV show The Batman, with Batman having a look more akin to the Dark Knight Trilogy. Lastly, i own none of these characters as they are the property of DC and Marvel respectively.

Gotham City (Iron Man)

"Come on!" The man in the suit said, looking up at the sky. "Hurry up! We don't have much time!" Below him, his men loaded up vans with several tons of Vertigo, a new drug. He didn't have much taste for such things, but money was money. As he ran his rough hand through his graying hair, he wished he had ignored the paycheck and just went to bed early, because hanging in the sky was a searchlight with the silhouette of a bat, what the cops were beginning to call the Batsignal.

"Ready!" came the call from one of the men as they piled into the vans. The suited man got in and motioned for them to leave, but they didn't move. He was about to yell at his driver when he realised that he heard the sound of metal scraping against asphalt. Getting out, he saw that the tires of each and every van were slashed open. They weren't going anywhere. Just then he heard a sound behind him, like rustling fabric.
"He's here," the man whispered.
The men got out of the vans and ran off, hoping to escape. The man in the suit knew better. None of them stood a chance. One by one they vanished, their screams of terror cut short, until only half a dozen of his men surrounded him. They wouldn't be enough.
They all stood staring out at the darkness, waiting for the next strike, each second dragging itself out infinitely. Then there was a metallic tink, and when he looked in the direction of the noise, he saw what looked like a stylized bat sticking out of one of the vans. Then came the blinking light, beep, beep, beep. "Oh crap," he mouthed.
A fiery explosion engulfed the van, sending them all flying away. It was then that he descended upon them, dark wings blocking out the lights. His dazed men attempted to attack, but the cowled assailant took care of them as easily as if they were children. Finally, he stood above the man in the suit, his hiden eyes seeming to stare into his soul. "So this is the Batman," the man in the suit gasped. "You win."

'Did that guy really just give up?' Bruce thought. 'Well that's certainly a first. I guess my reputation has begun to precede me.' Now that the excitement was over, he set down to the work off gathering them together and tying them up so the police could find them. With all the Vertigo in those vans, these men would be going away for quite a while. Fifteen minutes later, when everyone was bound and an "anonymous tip" sent to the police station, he heard the sound of boots behind him.

"I was wondering when you would show yourself," he said, not turning around. "Your eyes have been on the rooftop over there for the past seventeen minutes."
"It's not easy to reach you," the man replied. "I would prefer if we didn't have to wait for that signal of yours to find you."

"Not going to happen, Director Fury," Bruce said, turning around. "I don't share my secrets with just anyone, and I am definitely not handing them over to you."
"I didn't come here to ask for your secret identity, Batman," Fury, responded. "I came here to invite you into the Avengers."
"I know all about your Avengers Initiative, Fury. I hacked into SHIELD's systems months ago, back when you first started showing interest in me. And I'm not interested in joining your little club."
"Any particular reason for this refusal?" Fury asked, seeming to ignore the comment about the hacking.
"I have no interest in working for any organization, much less SHIELD," he replied, taking out his grappling gun. "And I work alone." With that, he shot the grappling gun and swung away.

Several hours of dodging SHIELD agents and surveillance equipment later, Bruce arrived back at the Batcave certain he hadn't been followed. "Alfred!" he called. "You will never guess who just gave the Batman a visit."
"And who might that be, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked as he came down with a cake in his aged hands. Alfred was getting old, the majority of the hair on his head gone and the rest grey, but he still spoke with strength in his voice.

"What's the cake for, Alfred? My birthday isn't for another several months."

"It has been three years to the day since you first took up the mantle of the Batman," he replied, putting the cake in front of Bruce. "Happy anniversary. Now, you mentioned a visitor?"
"Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD," Bruce responded.
"Director Fury?" Alfred gasped. "What on earth would he want with the Batman?"
"He wanted me to join that "Avengers" team of his."

"And?" Alfred asked.

"And what?" Bruce replied, seeming almost confused. "I said no obviously."
"It might be nice to have some backup every once and awhile, Master Bruce. It would certainly make your loyal butler feel better to know you had someone watching your back."
"That's not what the Avengers Initiative is, Alfred," Bruce told him. "Its not about helping each other. The Avengers Initiative is SHIELD's and Fury's way of controlling what's happening to the world. They want to make me, and any others they try to recruit, into their loyal little helpers. And I will not be a part of that." "Alright Master Bruce," Alfred sighed, walking to the elevator leading back up to the mansion.

The next day, Bruce was having breakfast in bed and flipping through the channels when he spotted a familiar face. "The truth is," came the voice from the television, "I am Iron Man."
"Alfred!" Bruce called. "Scramble the jet. It's time I visited an old friend."