Marvel/DC Comics United Chapter 2

I have gotten a lot of positive reviews on the first chapter, so I decided to continue the story. Remember, I will not be rehashing the movies, so it would be best if you were to watch them before reading this story. Also, once again I do not own these characters, as they are owned by Marvel and DC Comics respectively.

Los Angelos (After Iron Man)

Tony Stark woke up with an incredibly annoying ringing in his ears. "How much did I drink last night?" He wondered.
"For once, sir, you did not consume any alcohol," Jarvis said in his slightly mechanical voice. "The ringing was the doorbell, not your head."

"Tell them to go away!" Tony grumbled, pulling the covers over himself. "I'm very busy at the moment." "Sir, he says that it's urgent."
"Then tell him that when I am done I will get to it urgently." Tony responded.
"The man claims to be an old friend of yours," Jarvis replied.

"And who, may I ask, would that be?" Tony asked.
"Bruce Wayne."
"Bruce?" Tony asked. "Well why didn't you say so? Let him in!"
"Tony!" Bruce called as he walked in. He was a tall man, six four to Tony's five nine. His hair was the same color as Tony's, but he was clean shaven, and his hair had that naturally good-looking messy look. Finally, while he was known for his parties like Tony, years of extreme sports had given him a much more impressive figure.
"Bruce!" Tony responded with equal warmth, embracing him. "It's been too long since we last saw each other. The last time was that conference in Vienna, right?"
"I'm surprised you remember anything about Vienna," Bruce laughed. "You were so drunk I practically had to carry you to your room."
"To good times," Tony said, filling two glasses with champagne and handing one to Bruce.
"To good times," Bruce agreed, lifting his glass.
"So what brings you to this side of the nation?" Tony asked after downing his champagne.
"I saw the news," answered Bruce, pointing at the television. "I must admit, I had my suspicions when I heard about the incident, but I never thought you would tell the whole world, at least not before you told me."
"I'm sorry Bruce, I've just been so busy with being Iron Man that I haven't had much time to think about old friends."

"Alright then," Bruce said chuckling. "I'll forgive you on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You let me see the suit."
At this, Tony grinned. "Come on then," he said. "I never have been able to keep myself from showing off."

"So?" asked Tony as they entered the room, with his three completed armors in display cases, and what looked like parts of a fourth armor strewn around the room. "What do you think?"
"It's certainly impressive," Bruce answered, picking up and examining an almost completed helmet. "You made these all yourself?"

"Yes," Tony answered without hesitation. "Well, J.A.R.V.I.S. helped some, but- Hey!" This last part wa directed at a robot that was little more than an arm on wheels, which had just spilled a cup of coffee on one of the room's many computers. "What did I tell you, Dummy?" Tony asked the robot. "Don't touch anything. You are a useless disgrace."

"Wow Tony," Bruce said laughing as Dummy's arm lowered, almost like it was bowing its head in shame. "I had no idea you were so harsh to your robots."
"He deserved it," Tony responded, toying with some parts. "Now why did you really come here?"
"I want to know what you are going to do now," Bruce responded seriously. "Are you going to sell this to the military, are you going to try to be some sort of superhero like the Batman, or are you going to treat this armor like a toy?"

"No, yes, no, and yes," Tony answered.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Bruce asked. "I only pointed out three options."
Tony sighed. "No, I'm not selling this to the military. I'm done making money off of killing. Yes, I am planning on helping others with my armor, sort of like a superhero, but I am nothing like Gotham's Batman. And of course I'm goin to treat it like a toy."
"Really?" Bruce asked, eyebrow raised. "Wow. And what do you mean , you are nothing like the Batman?" "Batman operates through fear," Tony replied. "He frightens not only the criminals he hunts, both also the people he is supposed to protect. No one is even sure he is real, because he never shows himself. He hides in the shadows behind a mask. I'm not like that. I plan on showing the people that someone is there to keep them safe. Someone they can see."
"That's... an interesting viewpoint, Tony," Bruce said hesitantly. Just then, a ringing noise came from Bruce's jacket. He took out and glanced at what looked like a cellphone of somekind, an his face turned hard. "I'm sorry Tony," He said, backing away. "But there is an emergency back in Gotham that I have to see to. I hope we see each other again somwtime soon, and I can't wait to see your heroics myself." With that, he left the building and drove off.

"Odd," Tony said to himself. "J.A.R.V.I.S., ready the Mark III. I want to see this Batman of Bruce's for myself."

Coming up next: Iron Man vs Batman!