I was originally going to post a new story, but this is really just a continuation, so a new chapter seemed more appropriate.
Bruce shoved Tony through the first open door he found on the fifth floor of Stark Tower. Stumbling in, Tony brushed himself off and sank comfortably into a chair to watch Bruce with a bemused smile. Bruce locked the door behind himself and turned to study the room. A large mahogany desk, a state-of-the-art computer, a desk phone, two guest chairs, a mini fridge, a few questionable stains on the carpet, a couple of family photos. A fairly ordinary personal office.
"Is this room secure?" Bruce demanded, rifling through the desk drawers for any possible recording devices. Tony pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then nodded. All pretenses gone, Bruce sighed through his nose and dropped into the unoccupied guest chair. "How did you find out?" Tony beamed and sat up straight.
"So you admit it? Honestly I was expecting faux confusion, or maybe even an outright denial."
"I considered it," Bruce grimaced. "But I figured since you outed yourself I might as well return the favor, since you already knew anyway." Tony closed his eyes and leaned his head back with a smug smile.
"It wasn't all that hard to figure out, really. I mean, since we're pretty much the same I knew what to look for. Your gear had to be expensive, so you needed access to large amounts of money and contacts with highly advanced technology; you had to have had some trauma -most likely childhood- with a criminal; you needed close contact with a boy around Dick's age, maybe a nephew or son; and you needed lots of training, which I figure came in during your little world tour during your younger years." Bruce winced and slipped off his jacket.
"And here I thought this whole 'Brucie' charade would keep this from happening." Tony opened one eye to look at Bruce, face suddenly serious.
"Oh it almost did, and probably would have, except we both had the same idea with that, so I knew it could very easily be total bullshit." Unbuttoning his cufflinks, Bruce sighed sarcastically.
"Well there's a relief." Tony smirked and tugged his tie free, shoving it in his jacket pocket.
"So how long have you known mine?" Bruce chuckled with genuine amusement as he pushed up his sleeves.
"I've had a file on you since Iron Man went public. I knew your identity about a week later." Tony's face was caught somewhere between a grimace and impressed.
"That obvious? Or maybe I've just underestimated you." Tony's eyes raked over Bruce again, this time in a more calculating manner. Bruce tensed, but forced himself not to react to the scrutiny. Finally Tony shook his head and simpered. "Anyway, back to my question. Why'd you bring the kid in on it?" Bruce's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly.
"I didn't have much of a choice. I took Dick in as my ward, but he was never meant to be involved. He went out on his own to track his parents' killer, so to keep him safe I helped him. After that, there was no stopping him. I figured he was better off with some training and me looking out for him, so Robin was born." Tony nodded thoughtfully and shrugged off his jacket.
"Well I guess it was unavoidable once you took the poor kid in. I'll do you a favor and not ask why you did that." Bruce shot Tony a grateful look. "So," Tony grinned and leaned forward, forearms on his knees. "Which can I see first? The car or the suit?"
"The car is in the Cave back in Gotham, but I always bring a suit. It's at the hotel." Tony's grin widened and he stood. He quickly ran a hand through his neat hair, ruffling it, and crumbled his jacket into a ball before putting it back on. Bruce unbuttoned his shirt and rebuttoned it incorrectly before mussing his hair even further. He copied Tony's jacket trick, but left his sleeves pushed up when he slipped it on. Satisfied that they both looked like sex warmed over, the two exited the room.
"You know the press is gonna have a field day with this," Tony mumbled as they stepped into the elevator.
"I know." As they descended, Tony glanced at Bruce from the corner of his eye.
"Whaddya say we give Peter one more money shot?" A small, knowing smile graced Bruce's features as the doors slid open. Tony wrapped an arm around his waist and they stumbled out, leaning heavily against each other. Tony sloppily kissed his way down Bruce's neck while they staggered toward the door. Only Bruce noticed that their show was in vain. Peter was thoroughly preoccupied. As was Dick.
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Peter sat at one of the tables surrounding the dance floor, staring incredulously at his camera. Dick lounged across from him, a cheese platter between the two and a crowd of semi-conscious, intoxicated assholes dancing off to their side.
"Do you seriously think they're gonna do it? I mean, I know they're drunk, and notoriously promiscuous, but I didn't even know they swung that way!" Peter cried. Dick rested his chin on his palm, elbow on the table, and bit his tongue. He knew that Bruce wouldn't do anything with Tony. At least, not right away, and not at the party. But he couldn't very well tell Pete that. Peter was technically a member of the press, and Bruce had a reputation that he needed to preserve to protect his secret identity. Instead, Dick did what was required of him as Robin and defended his mentor the only way he could: by insulting him.
"Bruce is an equal opportunity manwhore." Peter blinked, then continued staring at the picture of the kissing men.
"I get how they could go for it though. They're both very handsome men. But still! They only knew each other for like an hour!" Dick raised an eyebrow and popped a cheese cube in his mouth.
"You swing that way, Pete?" Peter blinked again, his cheeks tinting pink in the dim lighting.
"What?"
"You heard me." Dick grinned. "Do you swing that way? Ya know, bat for the other team? Do you like guys, Peter?" Peter's eyes flickered down to the picture before he looked back up at Dick.
"Well...I dunno...not really. I mean...I like girls...I guess some guys are good looking...but I don't really...I mean I never tried...I wouldn't know if I'd...no. No I don't swing that way." Dick smirked and slowly placed another cheese cube on his tongue, curling his tongue around it and watching as Peter's eyes widened.
"Nothin to be ashamed of. Lotsa guys like other guys." Peter quickly returned his gaze to his camera, fiddling with some settings to avoid looking at Dick.
"I don't swing that way."
"Right," Dick drawled. "And I was raised on a farm in Kansas."
"Low crop yield this year," Peter muttered. Laughing, Dick reached across the table and plucked the camera from Peter's hands.
"Hey!" Peter shouted, stretching his arm out and grasping for his camera. "Give that back!" Dick held the camera in the air and smirked.
"Not 'til you kiss me." Peter stared, dumbfounded.
"What?"
"You heard me," Dick said. "You can't have this back 'til you kiss me. You just teased the crap out of me, getting my hopes up like that and then slamming the closet door in my face." Peter blushed madly, refusing to meet Dick's eyes.
"C'mon Dick, just gimme back my camera. J.J.'ll have my ass if I don't get him some good pics, and that kissing shot oughta get me a good check." Dick tossed the camera back and forth between his hands, watching the anxiety dance across Peter's face.
"You know how to get it back." Dick pretended to miss, fumbling the camera, and Peter's eyes widened.
"Oh for goodness sake!" Peter leaned across the table and pressed his lips roughly against Dick's, one hand tugging on his tie to pull him forward. Dick kissed him back immediately, moving his lips slowly against Peter's before tugging his lower lip into his mouth and sucking gently. Peter moaned then quickly jerked away, snatching his camera back as he went. Leaning back, Dick licked his lips and smirked.
"So Pete, you swing that way?" Peter picked at a cheese cube, pulverizing it between the fingers of one hand, his other clutching his camera to his chest.
"No," Peter mumbled, his face a startling shade of scarlet.
"Right," Dick drawled. "And I'm a flying man from Krypton."
"Great deal on capes at Macy's," Peter muttered.
"C'mon! You can't say you didn't enjoy that!" Dick argued. "I heard you moan!" Peter's blush deepened.
"That was...involuntary."
"Well you can't say that about the kiss!" Dick accused.
"What are you talking about? You stole my camera!" Peter exclaimed, abandoning the cheese cube to clutch his treasure with both hands. Dick rolled his eyes.
"Oh please! We both know you could've gotten it back in a split second if you really wanted to!"
"What?" Peter squeaked, his voice climbing an octave.
"You could've easily taken the camera from me. You wanted to kiss me, so I gave you a reason to." Dick smiled smugly when Peter's jaw dropped. "You're bi, deal with it. I've been dealing with it for years."
"I-" Peter swallowed and cleared his throat. "I'm bi. Okay. So I'm bi now too. Great. The list just keeps on growing."
"That's the spirit!" Dick chirped. Dick's phone vibrated in his pocket and he held up a finger to Peter as he fished it out. He had a new text message from Bruce. 'Took Stark to the hotel. Be in your room by 2. Have fun with Parker. Remember, safety first.' Dick chuckled and typed out a quick 'Yes sir. Try to actually get some sleep tonight.' before slipping his phone back in his pocket.
"Who was that?" Peter asked casually.
"Oh, just Bruce." Dick popped another cheese cube in his mouth and stood. "You got plans tomorrow morning?"
"No..." Peter said slowly, suspiciously, standing as well.
"Good, c'mon. We got three hours to kill and this party blows."
There's probably going to be another chapter, or maybe another story that builds off of what happened at this party. Review and let me know what you'd prefer!
