Author's note : Sh00ter's chap. Another year since this one's been updated! We were supposed to get rid of some, buuut...this one's gonna get hot. A side note, I thought I was going to be Bruce until I re-read the first chapter. Trololol. Why let's say I've got some...ressemblances with them both and it's getting confusing (ach yea, except for the 'nice' guy part 8U)

Disclaimer : I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO MARVEL OR DC COMICS. They like to fuck each other real haaaa'd!

If I Had You

Chapter 2. Beautiful Dirty Rich

Bang bang~! Stark was singing in silence while walking around in this crowd of all well dressed ladies and gentlemen, looking straight at his Jack on ice. Meanwhile, a unknown man bumped into him, Tony's drink spilling a little on his suit. He mumbled something between his teeth looking at his suit and at the floor that needed some cleaning now.

Then and only then he dared turning his neck to make sure to remember the stranger's face. Is he checking me out? The richman thought, frowning. He innerly grumbled. Not bad either, he thought again.

"Pepper, I need a new suit. Dummass spilled some Jack." Tony told his sleeve, where there was a tiny microphone hidden, connected to Pepper's hear.

He gave his glass to the waitress with her plate who was passing by him and got off to Pepper, farther from the crowd gossiping in the giant room. He asked subtly his precious friend about the stranger.

Her answer was shortened to the raise of an eyebrow. Tony made big round eyes at her. Pepper sighed. "That, Bruce Wayne. Can't you remember a face?"

"Face?" Said he out of surprise. "Names, not faces."

"Whatever...change that o-m-g mess." She rolled her eyes then smiled, handing him a new vest.

As Stark came back to fetch his drink in his clean coat, he saw that dude again. He rolled his eyes, sighed, played with his fingers and offered a made up smile to someone he has never heard of who was smiling at him for no particular reason. He finally walked to this Bruce Wayne and leaned on the counter.

"Seems we're meant to meet again." He addressed Wayne.

Stark asked for his name, to remain as polite as he could, even if there was no need for it.

"Why, nice to meet you, Bruce. I'm Tony Stark." He shook Wayne's hand like a true gentleman and smiled as plasticly as the other. How strange...he thought.

"Looks like we're both…acquaintances of the dear party holder, aren't we? Haha! How come you know him..?" asked Bruce without being aware of Stark's reply.

"In fact, I am. Welcome to my palace."

As he had expected, round eyes looking at him. He chuckled a tad and grabbed back his drink from the waitress' plate and drank it whole.

"One more, chérie." He told the delicious one behind the counter. He winked at her as she gave him another drink with her cheeks turning red. "Thank you."

Tony turned back to Bruce and eyed him real good for every details, frowning a bit, as if he was trying to see under his clothes. He went back to normal and took a sip.
"So! Mister Wayne, I happen to invite some people I do not actually know." He chuckled again. "Pepper was in charge of the invitations, I think you've meet once, didn't you?" Another sip.

"No paws, though. Anyway! Tell me more about you. Then I certainly won't forget your face if you make yourself interesting."

He smiled widely with his plastic look, the one you'd slap. He might've been a bitch, but something had caught his attention, so maybe it was worth the shit. He didn't quite enjoy 'chatting', especially with strangers.

Why if those strangers were females and not Pepper there was no need for chatting. Richmen are different, being himself one of them, they needed to feel important to the other richmen.

"Enjoying the party?"