"And so, it gives me great pleasure to welcome our new master builders into our diverse group", Gandalf swept a hand over the crowd he was addressing in a grand gesture, "May your unique creativity shine like a beacon in the stars."

There was a burst of applause, at the same time that Bruce Wayne made his way to the stage. He came to stand next to the wise wizard and patted him on the back, "Nice speech there, Dumblefloor."

The wizard did a face palm, "For the last time, I'm Gandalf! THAT'S Doubledoor!"

He pointed his staff out towards the audience. A few rows back, the headmaster of Hogwarts poked his head out; waving a magic wand and looking just as annoyed, "It's pronounced DUMBLEdore!"

"Whatever", the billionaire rolled his eyes, before grabbing the microphone like a wannabe-rock star, "Now let's get this party started!"

With that, the Cantina band (specially flown in from a galaxy far, far away) took that as their cue to hit the music. A swingin' jazz number filled the air as people from all across the realms split off into groups to either dance, eat, mingle, or a combo of the three; all taking advantage of the shindig their superhero friend threw together.

Although, truth be told, it wasn't like the Dark Knight had much of a choice, anyway. With realms needing repaired or rebuilt altogether, master builder meetings-once held in secret and only in emergencies, were now suddenly a weekly occurrence-practically a necessity. Information and updates were constantly checked and maintained, especially in regards to the process of rebuilding Cloud Coo-Coo Land. With no giant Dog to accommodate the builders, a new "clubhouse" had to be decided upon, and quickly.

And so it came to pass that Bruce Wayne's enormous and spacious mansion would be the new weekly hangout; at least until Unikitty's kingdom was up and running again. Batman had initially balked at the idea of having over a hundred builders gallivanting around his house. Only when they considered Tony Stark's penthouse as another option did the Caped Crusader change his mind. No way was he going to let his business rival show him up and give him bad press. Plus, he wouldn't be much of a superhero if he didn't help his friends in their time of need.

Speaking of whom, that WAS sort of the reason for turning this particular meeting into a full on party. Ever since TAKOS Tuesday, their get togethers were focused purely on the rebuild efforts, but with not much new to report this time around, the master builders felt it a good time to finally formally introduce and induct any and all new members into their group. At the moment, two builders were recently discovered.

The first hardly needed an introduction. Emmet Brickowski's arrival had earned him a round of thunderous applause and hefty handshakes and pats on the back all around. The construction worker blushed profusely; feeling even more embarrassed, on top of already having to wear an uncomfortable tuxedo for the occasion. Not that all the attention was unwelcomed, but that the Special felt undeserving of all the credit for defeating Lord Business. To him, it was his friends who did most of the work. Thankfully, for him, they were also there to help him through the evening, as the thought of attending a party with hundreds of people, with HIM as the guest of honor, was more than intimidating.

But Emmet found it easier to sport a tux when his gathered friends also showed up in formal wear. Lucy looked positively stunning in her simple, black dress-her hair not in its usual ponytail for once. Metalbeard, who had only a white collar and tie around his neck, congratulated the couple on finally going out on their first date. The Special and the not-DJ waved off the claim of being on a "date", although their hand-holding said otherwise.

Only when Bruce (who was out of costume) walked by, did the sea captain realize why the new couple was being so quiet. But the Dark Knight didn't seem to mind at all that his ex-girlfriend was there. He greeted his friends like everyone else-congratulating Emmet, and thanking the action girl and the pirate for showing up. Only a tense stare between Lucy and her once-superhero boyfriend betrayed just how awkward they really felt to be reunited. The construction worker, sensing the tension, offered to get the not-DJ some punch, to which she shuffled along with him; suddenly feeling the need to get a drink together. And soon, Batman found himself all alone at his own party.

Bruce would never admit to being jealous of Emmet...but it still stung to be reminded of just how much the Special and the action girl really bonded with each other...more than she and the Dark Knight ever did. But for how uncomfortable it was to talk to her, he would've gladly taken that over having to mingle with the other new master builder, who took advantage of Bruce's momentary solitude to saunter up at that moment. The party wasn't just for Emmet. It was also for...

"Hey, if it ain't old Batsy", Ironman smoothed out his red tuxedo-a drink in hand, "Nice little shindig you put together."

"Thanks, Stark", Bruce gritted his teeth; trying to keep his tone friendly, "Congrats on the whole..."becoming a builder" thing."

"Aww, thanks Brucy", the playboy put an arm around his fellow billionaire, "Although, I don't think it's much of a shock that I'd become a master builder. I mean, come on; I invent things for a living. It comes with the territory."

The Caped Crusader kept up his smile, even though the arm around his shoulder felt more like being hugged by a cactus. He was about to speak, but Tony beat him to it, "Speaking of parties, this is a first for you. I mean, it's one thing to make this place out new home base, but...actual entertainment? Where you're actually socializing with people? Call the news networks; the Bat's finally come out of his cave."

Bruce chucked along, as if that was the funniest thing he ever heard...even while he slowly removed Stark's arm from around his neck, "So says the guy who almost never leaves his penthouse."

The inventor raised an eyebrow, "The penthouse that people can admire for miles around, and doesn't smell like bat qwano? Yes."

The Dark Knight let out a barely audible growl. If his business rival heard him, he said nothing about it. The philanthropist in the red tux was too preoccupied with the entourage coming towards him at the moment. A quartet of strange-looking people with dogs for heads were carrying a large, red cushion...upon which was seated the Queen of the Nile herself, Cleopatra. Her servants of Anubis came to stop in front of the two superheroes , and she graced them with a smile and a sultry voice, "Ah, the Bat Man and the Iron Man. How lovely it is to see both of you. A very fine party you've hosted tonight."

The two billionaires respectively bowed to the Egyptian royalty, before Bruce replied, "Thanks, your highness."

Tony, however, took things a step further and kissed her hand; tossing in a smirk and wink, "Anything I can get for you, my lady?"

"At the moment, no", the Queen sighed and shook her head, "Sadly, I must take my leave of the festivities early, and return to my kingdom at once. The pyramids are nearing their completion of being rebuilt, and there is still so much work to be done. Can you believe the Sphinx is still missing his nose?"

"No worries, Cleo", the inventor waved a hand to ease her concern, "I'll have him back to his nosy self in no time. And that's one riddle you won't have to solve."

The Caped Crusader rolled his eyes and mumbled under his breath, "...razzem-frazzem...nosy riddle...thinks he's so clever..."

Cleopatra, however, chuckled, "Oh, Mr. Stark, you're such a kidder...although, that IS part of the reason I came over. I just wanted to thank you for all your services in helping rebuild my kingdom. My palace would still be a pile of dust if it wasn't for you."

Bruce raised a curious eyebrow, "Services? What services?"

"Didn't you hear?" Tony shot Batman a mocking glance, "Stark Industries has been pouring millions into the rebuild efforts all across the realms. Anyone who wants a little touch of Ironman need only ask." He pretended to dust himself off, as if he physically did any of that work himself, "I figure it's a little more productive than, say...handing out free sound systems and music software?"

Bruce's face went nearly as red as Tony's tux, "We've been through this...it was for the opera house, the symphony orchestra, and all the public schools. And YOU know it."

"True, true..." the inventor nodded, but the cheeky grin never left him, "But it's funny how that's the ONLY thing you seem to specialize in. A person needs a little more than just some Twisted Sister."

Batman was near to the point of clocking Tony in the face, until Cleo interrupted, who could clearly sense a fight brewing, "Ladies, please-you're both pretty. Both of you do amazing work, and for that, we are all most grateful. I wish I could stay longer, but I really must be going now." She nodded to each billionaire in kind, "I wish you both a pleasant evening, and best of luck."

With that, the Queen clapped her hands; signaling her servants to lift her up once more. Pretty soon, the royal caravan left the premises, with a few curious onlookers watching them go. Only when they were completely out the door did Bruce swivel on the iron superhero, "What was THAT all about?"

Tony finished his drink; appearing completely innocent, "What do you mean?"

"You KNOW what!" the Dark Knight pointed an accusing finger...er...claw at him, "Is there something about my charity work you have a problem with?"

"Not at all", the playboy in the red tux shook his head-fully enjoying pushing his rival's buttons, "I'm just saying you might have to get your priorities a little more straight. Just lookin' out for ya'."

"Well sor-REE I can't be in two places at once", the Caped Crusader folded his arms; looking for any sort of escape, "Not that I don't care about the other realms, but I've got my own problems to worry about too."

Tony raised a brow, "Like what?"

Bruce had no intention of answering the question. And thankfully, his faithful butler, Alfred, chose that moment to walk over-a tray of snacks carefully balanced in one hand. The superhero breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the cup of black coffee that was offered to him, "Thanks, Alfred. How's the party going?"

"As well as can be expected, sir", the butler shrugged; completely unfazed by the odd collection of people, "Though, we might be in need of some more fruit punch."

"I'll get right on it", Batman nodded; happy to have an excuse to get away from Stark.

"Oh, and by the by, I have all your suits cleaned and pressed", Alfred smiled proudly at his handiwork, "And the new Batmobile is ready for its first test run. It's being refueled right now."

"Great, just one thing", Bruce leaned in and whispered, "...are the speakers installed yet?"

The butler rolled his eyes, albeit good naturedly, "I took the liberty, sir."

The Dark Knight grinned and patted his friend on the back, "What would I do without ya'?"

"I dare not imagine it, Master Bruce", Alfred replied, before wandering away to help a vampire open a can of tomato juice.

The Caped Crusader was nearly content, until a cough from behind broke his train of thought, "Yeesh, Gotham is in big trouble if a broken down car and a dirty suit are the worst of your problems."

Bruce had nearly forgotten that Tony was still standing next to him...and had heard everything Alfred reported. The philanthropist puffed up with pride, "I could lend you some of my robots to do all that housework for you. Give the old man a break, you know?" He tapped his chest containing his arc reactor for emphasis, "And why burn up fossil fuels when you've got renewable energy? If you want, I could-"

But the Batman swiftly cut him off; having heard enough of his sales pitch, "Look, shouldn't you be hanging out with the Avengers or something?"

"I wish, but only Spangly Pants could make it, and he's as funny as getting a tooth pulled", the inventor shrugged, in talking about Captain America. And in any case, he wasn't about to abandon picking on his rival. He leaned in; a curious brow raised, "But speaking of friends, word on the street is that you helped the Special. Any chance you could introduce me? I haven't met him yet, and I'd really like to thank the guy who saved the world."

Bruce glared for a long beat; wondering if Tony was serious. While it WAS true that word was still spreading though the realms, part of the whole point of this get together was to thank Brickowski for all he did. The identity of the Special should've been a given. Until the Dark Knight remembered that Ironman hadn't shown up until the festivities were already well underway. Leave it to the inventor to skip the "boring" speeches beforehand, even if some of them included him.

And the way he said, "I'd like to thank the guy who saved the world"...was he trying to dig into Bruce's craw again-reminding him that Batman wasn't the ultimate hero? Or was there a hint of jealousy in that statement?

Well, whatever the reasoning, the Caped Crusader knew for a fact that Stark wouldn't drop the issue. He heaved a defeated sigh and groaned, "Uuuuugghh...FINE."

With that, Bruce motioned for Tony to follow him, and the two superheroes slowly made their way through the large crowd. It wasn't until he heard the familiar voice of the construction worker that Batman finally found him. Emmet and his friends, as well as some of the members of the Justice League, were all situated around the snack table, chatting away. Or, at least some of them were...the Special was preoccupied with helping Green Lantern, who had fallen into the chocolate fountain.

The Dark Knight cleared his throat; catching everyone's attention, "Uh, hey guys. I'd like to introduce you to an...associate of mine." He much preferred a more "colorful" choice of words, but forced himself to stay friendly, "This is Tony Stark."

The group collectively waved-Unikitty and Benny throwing in some enthusiastic hellos. The Justice League said nothing, but gave polite and curt nods. The inventor stepped forward; finishing the introductions himself, "You might know me better as Ironman. Hold your applause."

Some rolled their eyes; others giggled. Only Batman shook his head. The way Stark walked the walk and talked the talk-mainly about himself...it reminded Bruce of a certain someone, who acted much the same way not very long ago...and he wasn't sure he liked the similarity.

He was pulled from his thoughts when the inventor waltzed up to Lucy; taking her hand in his and kissing it, "Well, if it isn't the infamous Wildstyle. Can I just say it's an honor to meet you?"

"Oh! Um...thanks?" the action girl blushed, though it was hard to tell if it was because a famous superhero she never met knew her by name, or because her ex-boyfriend was standing right there, watching this happen. If Batman was angry in any way, he didn't show it. Quickly, she turned her attention back to Ironman and smirked, "But...I gotta' tell ya', I don't really go by that name anymore...everyone just calls me Lucy now."

"Lucy, huh?" Tony appeared somewhat surprised, but pressed on, "And I'm guessing your last name is "special"?"

Now the not-DJ was confused, "Huh...?"

"Aw, come on. You don't have to be modest", the billionaire winked, as if she knew what he was talking about, "I may not have been in your little fellowship at the time, but even I had my ways of finding out about the prophecy. Let's just say I had a few master builders hide out at my place for a bit, and...sometimes, you hear things..." He leaned in closer, like he was about to spill some juicy gossip, "So, I gotta' ask...what was it like? The Piece of Resistance, I mean? Did it do anything when you found it? Did it really make the Kragle explode? 'Cause you look fantastic after walking away from an explosion."

Lucy let out an embarrassed laugh, "Uh, thanks, but...I think you're a little mistaken...I mean, I WAS there when it all went down-we all were." She motioned to her friends, "But...I'm not the Special."

Now it was Tony's turn to look confused, "Oh...you're not?"

The action girl shook her head, though she was more amused by his mistake than offended, "No. It's my boyfriend you'd wanna' talk to."

The inventor's eyes widened, and he swiveled on Bruce; a chuckle escaping him, "Ah, I see how it is. Of course you wouldn't tell anyone you found the Piece. Keep all the goodies to yourself, as usual."

Much as Batman would've loved to rub it in his rival's face if he WERE the Special, he too, shook his head, "Sorry, Stark. Not me, either."

Admittedly, the iron superhero was relieved to hear his "frienemy", as it were, wasn't the chosen one. But something still didn't make sense. He turned back to the not-a-DJ, "But, you just said..."

"I know", Lucy's eyes were a bit sad, but still confident when she replied, "Bruce and I broke up."

For a long moment, Tony's gaze darted back and forth between the action girl and the superhero. It was no secret that Batman and Wildstyle were an item, so this apparent split must've been a recent occurrence. And judging by how the Dark Knight let his eye contact wander uncomfortably, this wasn't a joke. At long last, the inventor blurted out, "Um...okaaaay...well, this is awkward."

Not wanting to risk further embarrassment, Tony threw his arms open in defeat, "So...who's the lucky guy then?"

Rather than say anything, everyone who was gathered immediately pointed across the snack table, to which the philanthropist followed their direction. Emmet, who remained completely oblivious to the conversation, was still struggling to free Green Lantern from the chocolate fountain. How he had succeeded in not getting dirty himself was anyone's guess. He almost had the emerald superhero pulled all the way out, when Lucy cleared her throat, "Uh...Emmet?"

Upon hearing his name called, the construction worker turned his head, "Hey Luce! What's up?"

He promptly walked over; figuring Green Lantern was okay by himself. Little did he know that the moment he let go, the superhero immediately fell back into the sugary pool with a yelp. But the action girl was too preoccupied with making introductions, "Hey Emmet, this is..."

But her sentence was cut off when Emmet gasped, "Oh my G.O.S.H.! You're Ironman, aren't you?!"

Tony shot him an ever bragging wink, "That's my name; don't wear it out. Aaand...you are...?"

The construction worker was too awestruck to say anything, so the not-DJ finished for him, "Um...this is my boyfriend. Emmet."

The inventor offered his hand to shake, although there was no denying the slight shock on his face, "Nice to meet ya', Emmet. So...YOU'RE the Special?"

Said chosen one blushed; digging his foot in the floor, "Oh, um...well...y-yeah, I guess I kinda' am." The unlikely hero was still growing accustomed to the whole "being famous" thing, to which he bit his lip, "But, I mean, I'm sure it's nothing unique to you-you're a superhero. You and Batman and the Justice League and the Avengers save the world all the time!"

"Yep. That we do", Tony nodded, while giving Lucy's boyfriend a good glance over. That dorky, dopey expression; the awkward posture; the way he carried himself in that tuxedo...THIS guy was the Special? Well...they say looks could be deceiving. And speaking of looks, the inventor then looked around, "Now that you mention it, where DID Batsy go?"

Everyone glanced all over, but the Caped Crusader had totally vanished. The action girl shrugged and sighed, "Eh, he does that sometimes. He IS in charge of the party. Maybe he had to get more punch or something?"

The others nodded in agreement, though Lucy couldn't also help but be concerned. Even if she and the Dark Knight did go their separate ways, that didn't mean they weren't friends anymore, or couldn't be. She wondered if he had wandered away simply to escape from having to talk to her. But she didn't have time to dwell on it, when Tony spoke up again, "Eh, whatever. Just gives me more time to hang out with Mr. "Save the world" here."

The inventor playfully punched Emmet in the shoulder, to which the Special laughed, "Aw, don't give me all the credit. You should really be thanking my friends. They did all the real work."

He motioned to his fellow builders standing just behind him. The cyborg sea captain paused between chowing down on a sandwich to spout, "Arrgh, don't be sellin' 'yerself short, lad. It be YOUR battle plan that we followed."

The construction worker rubbed the back of his head; unsure of what to say to that compliment. So instead, he turned to Ironman, and smiled, "This is Metalbeard. The greatest and kindest pirate captain I've ever met." He held back a laugh, " 'Course...he's the ONLY pirate I've met, but you get my drift."

The captain offered a GIANT hand to the superhero to shake, "Nice ta' meet ya', lad."

"Uh...yeah, same to you", Tony gave a rather nervous smirk; more than intimidated by Metalbeard's sheer height and patchwork body. He had heard his share of rumors about the infamous pirate who had lost his body in battle, and cobbled together a Frankenstein creation to replace it. The inventor wondered off hand if the sea captain ever considered tweaking his designs to make himself more...easy on the eyes, as it were. Surely if the pirate took some of Stark's designs...

Tony was about to voice his opinion, when suddenly, a person jumped into his line of vision; upside down like a bat, startling him. He took a shocked step backward, "Whoa! What the-?!"

It took a second for him to realize that an astronaut was floating in front of him-full suit, helmet, and everything. Only a bow tie scribbled on the glass of the helmet's visor with magic marker was this person's way of dressing fancy for the evening. Even while upside down, the spaceman flashed a toothy grin, "Hi there! I'm Ben! But you can call me Benny!"

He quickly spun himself around so he was facing the iron superhero right side up, though he remained floating in mid air, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Tony, for his part, didn't quite know what to say. Typically, a person introduced themselves BEFORE revealing they had superpowers of some sort. But finally, he mumbled out, "Uh...hi?"

Emmet just laughed at the whole exchange, "Yeah, he kinda' does that to everyone." The construction worker then stole a look around, "Hey, anyone see Unikitty?"

Metalbeard spoke up, "Yerg...I think the princess be a little indisposed at the moment."

The group turned to see just what the pirate was staring at. Apparently, at some point, the unicorn cat decided to help Green Lantern...by diving into the pool of chocolate herself. With one swift motion, the cyborg sea captain reached down and plucked both the princess and the emerald superhero in one of his giant hands. He set them both down gently, to which Green Lantern thanked him, before flying away. (And making everyone face palm at why he didn't just fly out to begin with.) As for Unikitty, she promptly shook herself off like a shaggy dog; sending chocolate flying everywhere, including on Tony, who starred in shock. He had heard about Cloud Coo-Coo Land and its benevolent ruler, but he had no idea the princess was LITERALLY a cat. Or...a unicorn...cat...thing...

The royal cat in question was wearing a rainbow hair clip around her horn and on her tail-the only way she could get dressed up, apparently. She licked the last of the chocolate off her face and paws, giggling, "Mmmmm...chocolate-eee...!" She then seemed to realize the superhero standing in front of her, "Oh! Hello! I'm Unikitty!"

Stark forced a smile, "Yyyeeeaaah...I figured that."

The princess, upon noticing the splash of chocolate on his face, started to advance on him, "Want me to get that for ya'?"

"No, no! I'm cool..." the inventor took a massive step back; afraid the magic cat would start licking his face. Instead, a napkin floated down in front of him, and he took it gratefully-only then realizing that Benny returned to hovering just above his head.

The spaceman smiled down at him, "So anyway, I heard you're an inventor! What kinda' stuff do you like to build?"

Ironman shrugged, while also wiping the chocolate from his face, "Oh, you know. I kinda' tinker with everything. Alternate energy, battle suits, robots...and occasionally, S.H.I.E.L.D. will ask me to fix some of their spaceships."

Even while floating in midair, Benny gasped and jumped back; a crazed excitement lighting up his eyes, "Did you say SPACESHIP?! I know TONS of stuff about spaceships! Maybe we can build one together! Wanna' see me build one right now?! WATCH!"

Before the inventor could protest, the astronaut began darting around the snack table and the dance floor at lightning speed, assembling pieces and chanting, "Spaceship, spaceship, spaceship!" Within seconds, a star craft began to take shape, to which the group of onlookers either clapped or laughed at his enthusiasm. All except Tony, who starred as if he witnessed a patient escaping the loony bin. To no one in particular, he stuttered, "Uh...did I say the secret word or something?"

"Kinda'," Metalbeard chuckled, before turning to Emmet, "And that reminds me, how goes yer' master builder training, lad?"

"Oh! It's been great!" the construction worker perked up, "I'm not getting the numbers in my eyes as much. I think I'm starting to get my building urges under control now, thanks to Lucy."

He smiled at his girlfriend and held her hand, to which her face turned pinker than Unikitty. Ironman, meanwhile, was still too caught up in trying to fully take in this group of unabashed weirdoes. True, one could argue he kept company with some oddballs himself, but at least the Avengers were accomplished soldiers, trained spies, esteemed royalty, and genius scientists. But THIS group? THESE were Bruce's friends? How could a DJ who wasn't a DJ, an insane astronaut, a Frankenstein pirate, and a talking cat possibly have saved the world? This had to be some kind of joke. Bruce must've snuck away to secretly film his reaction as part of some elaborate gag; making him think this carnival act was legit and make him look stupid. And Emmet...he didn't even know WHAT Emmet was supposed to be.

And that's when Stark remembered something the supposed "Special" just said, and the realization made him blink in confusion, "Wait...what do you mean, "you're still in training"?"

If his question came out a bit snippy, the group didn't notice. Emmet bounced back and forth on his heels; his speech a bit awkward, "Oh, well...Lucy's been showing me how to hone in all my new abilities."

"But...you're a MASTER builder", Tony quirked an eyebrow, "Shouldn't you be able to build, like, anything by now? Isn't that why the Piece of Resistance chose you?"

The construction worker blushed, "Well...I wasn't always a "master" builder. Actually, up until I met all these guys, I couldn't build much of anything without instructions. It wasn't until the accident that I got my abilities."

Stark's jaw fell open, "A-accident?!"

"Yep", Emmet nodded, "I was at work, and I fell down this big, scary hole, and the Piece was sitting there, and I...sorta' touched it."

Now Tony was just utterly flabbergasted. How could this average joe-schmoe just "accidentally" discover the Piece? Wasn't it supposed to show itself when a worthy master builder came along? This made no sense at all. Another one of Bruce's pranks? The way everyone was talking, it certainly didn't seem like one.

Unless...maybe Emmet was secretly a superhero himself? Maybe he was purposely playing dumb so no one would be the wiser? And since he was only recently let into the master builders' club of sorts, it would explain why he was being secretive. Maybe he didn't know that the master builders were allowed to know other superheroes' identities? (It'd be hard to dial Superman if one didn't know who he really was.) Yeah, that HAD to be it. Maybe if Tony got to know Emmet a little more one on one, he could clue him in to the fact that secret identities weren't a huge deal around here.

The inventor then realized he hadn't answered the Special for a long moment, so he cracked a smile and winked, "Uh...wow. That's really...er-interesting. I'd love to hear all about it." He threw an arm around Emmet's shoulder like they were old pals, "Your friend there looks a little busy. Why don't we let him finish up, while you and I get acquainted?"

He pointed over at Benny, who was still assembling the spaceship. By that point, Unikitty and Metalbeard had joined in, while Lucy sipped some punch-giggling at her friends' antics. To that end, the construction worker thought leaving them for a couple minutes wouldn't hurt. So, after letting his girlfriend know where he was going, the Special trotted away with the superhero-excited to be hanging out with such a famous person.

As the two meandered around the party goers, they got to talking about what they did for a living. Emmet peppered the inventor with all sorts of questions about the Ironman suit, and what adventures the Avengers got into, to which Tony was more than happy to humor him. And the superhero, consequently, asked the Special about his own line of work. The fact that he said he was a construction worker threw off Stark a bit, but it DID sort of make sense. So he WAS kind of a builder to start with.

But then came the million dollar question. Tony spouted off, as if he were talking about the weather, "So...how much do you really know about Bruce Wayne?"

Emmet rubbed his chin, "Well...I know he's Batman."

"Of course", Stark chuckled, "Everyone knows that. I mean, we're all master builders, right?"

The Special still smiled, though there was no hiding his slight confusion, "Y-yeeaaah...so?"

"Then you know that some of us...well, when there's trouble, we go off and do what we have to, ya' know?" the inventor raised a brow, "Sometimes, we have a little...change of the face first. Ya' know?"

Emmet politely nodded...then just as quickly shook his head, "...no."

Tony suppressed a groan, "Well, we all know what "Batman" does. But we don't really know what "Bruce Wayne" does. So, like...you told me about your day job. But what does Emmet do when he's not a construction worker? How does he become The Special?"

Said hero blinked; completely puzzled, "But I thought I was the Special already?"

"You are! Just..." Ironman facepalmed. Clearly, his new friend wasn't taking the hint. At long last, he flat out asked, "Don't you have an alter ego?"

Emmet scratched his head, "What do you mean?"

"Like, when you're out saving the world, don't you have a superhero name or something?" the inventor leaned in-eager for an answer, "Like, Lucy used to call herself "Wildstyle"..."

"...no, not really. It was really just that one time...unless you count the time I got my neighbor's cats out of her tree." The construction worker shrugged; not understanding the sudden interest in nick names, "I guess if I did, I'd have to pick something cool, like..." He wracked his brain for ideas, "...um..."Super Builder?" No..."Construc-Tor?" Nah..." He perked up, "Ooh! I got it! "Starlord"!" He then shook his head, "No-no-wait; that makes no sense..."

While Emmet mumbled to himself; engrossed in coming up with cool hero names, Tony could do nothing but stare-completely and utterly dumbfounded. Lucy left Bruce Wayne for THIS guy?! How could such an ordinary, nerdy dope be deemed the Special? It just wasn't possible. While the construction worker was distracted, Stark whispered to a few passerby-casually asking them where the Special was at so he could talk to him. With every point and exclamation of, "he's standing right there", the inventor came to a (in his opinion) horrific realization.

This was no joke. Emmet really WAS the chosen one.

How could it be...? Of all the knights, wizards, scientists, and superheroes at the party...of all the people most qualified to have the Piece...it chose Emmet. Never mind the fact he wasn't even a master builder (or creative, ordinary builder, period) when the "accident" happened...

In that moment, Tony nearly turned as green as the Hulk with envy...it just wasn't fair...

He was pulled from his not-so-flattering thoughts when the Special suddenly called out, "Oh! Hey, Bruce! You're back!"

Stark looked over. Indeed, his billionaire rival was walking towards them; a plate of snacks in hand-back from where ever he disappeared to earlier, apparently. He handed them each a sandwich, although he was clearly happier to see Emmet than Tony. Said construction worker asked between bites, "Everything okay?"

"Oh, sure", the caped crusader waved off his worry, "Just had some business to take care of."

"That's cool. While you were gone, Mr. Stark and I were getting to know each other", the Special grinned and laughed, "Rich billionaires who make super awesome gadgets and fight crime? You guys are almost exactly alike. You two must be best friends!"

The Dark Knight nearly choked on his drink. Voice dripping with sarcasm, he rolled his eyes, "Yeah...we're like twins..."

The inventor appeared just as uncomfortable. Quickly, he pointed in a random direction, "Well, nice chattin' with ya', but, uh...I think I see some of my old customers over there. See ya'."

Without another word, he hurried away. Emmet watched him go; his voice disappointed, "Aww, wonder why he had to leave?"

"Who knows", Bruce shook his head. He nearly added, "And who cares", but restrained himself. Instead, he motioned to the plate of food he was carrying, "Brought some more snacks for you guys."

"Sweet!" the Special bounced on his heels; leading his superhero friend back over to the table where Lucy and the others were hanging out. By then, Benny had finished building his spaceship, to which a few onlookers were staring in a happy amazement. Some were even asking for a ride.

Batman gave a low whistle, "Impressive. Could use a little more black, though."

"Thanks!" the astronaut hovered down and plucked some cookies off the tray, "If you want me to tinker with your Batplane or something, just let me know!"

"I'll make a Bat-note of it", the caped crusader chuckled, before glancing at the chocolate fountain with a bit of concern, "I really oughta' clean out that fountain. I don't think anyone's too hot on eating out of it after two people took a dip in it. Maybe I should take care of that now."

"But ye' just got back", Metalbeard arched an eyebrow, "Ye' don't have to worry about it. 'Sides, we haven't seen ye' much since the party started."

"Yeah, like when you took off earlier", Unikitty wagged her tail in curiosity, "Where did you go? Did the Bat Signal light up or something?"

The Dark Knight looked around, as if he were about to tell a secret, "Well..."

But just as he was about to launch into an explanation, a group of voices near to him caught his attention. He turned just enough to find Tony Stark chatting it up with the Ghostbusters, as well as a few random passerby. Clearly, the inventor was in the middle of another one of his "I'm so great" monologues, to which Batman nearly tuned him out...until he overheard:

"Are you SURE you wanna' invest in Wayne Enterprises?" Ironman shrugged at his small audience, "Lately, the guy only seems interested in the music industry. There ARE other things out there in the realms that need built."

The caped crusader turned back to his friends-not deterred at all. Who cared what Stark thought of him. He opened his mouth, and then:

"And don't even get me started on the tech he uses", the inventor chuckled, "You can tell he uses fossil fuels because his car's a dinosaur. Why even drive anywhere when you can fly? Better yet, in a SUIT that can fly?" Stark tapped his chest, "This baby don't need no grapplin' hooks."

Bruce emitted a growl, but sighed off his frustration. His rival was just trying to get under his skin, that's all. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of losing his temper. Not for some playground level, snide remarks. He cleared his throat:

"And have you seen who he hangs out with?" Tony cupped a hand to his mouth; mock-whispering, "Talk about a carnival act..."

At that moment, the Dark Knight abandoned all chances of talking to his friends. WHAT did that shell head just say?

Stark lowered his voice-his expression half concerned, half amused, "You think the tin man would've got himself a better body by now. I mean, I've had to work with random junk before, but come ON."

No doubt, the inventor was referring to Metalbeard. Batman's eyes darkened; his pent up anger finally reaching the boiling point. If this guy didn't shut up in the next two seconds...

Ironman rolled his eyes, "And throw away my prime years hanging out with a crazy spaceman and a rainbow cat? No thanks."

"WAIT A MINUTE!"

The exclamation was so loud, it cut through the sea of voices like a knife through butter. In an instant, everyone turned to see just who had yelled. All eyes were on Bruce, who glowered at Tony with an intense, seething stare usually reserved only for criminals. And when he spoke, his voice was low, but cold and clear.

"You consider my friends...nothing?"

Tony blinked in surprise at the outburst for only a beat, but in no time, the confident, cocky grin was back, "No. Just that you have weird tastes in friends." He straightened up taller, as if to come off as having the "cooler" teammates, "In fact, for someone who hangs out in a cave all the time, I'm shocked you even HAVE friends. Or are these more people the Justice League didn't want?"

At once, Stark knew he had struck a nerve, judging by the caped crusader's ever-reddening face. By then, Emmet and the gang came to realize that THEY were the "friends" the inventor was talking about, but at that point, they were more thrown by the sudden argument rather than insulted. Even the band had stopped playing music; sensing the thickness in the air and the vibe that something bad was about to go down.

But even surrounded by people, for all the two billionaires cared, they were the only two in the room. The Dark Knight pointed, "Your suit was BORN in a cave."

Instantly, the iron superhero drew up serious; his own nerve now struck, "That's different. I didn't have a choice."

Much as he didn't want to see the two crime fighters arguing, the construction worker couldn't help but be curious at Batman's attempt to change the subject. He gently poked him on the shoulder, "Bruce, what's he talking about?"

The billionaire was ready to say he'd tell him later, but his rival was quicker to the punch. He folded his arms-all pretenses of being nice gone, "Oh? Bruce never told you? How there might be a reason why he's always such a loner? How the Justice League kicked him out when he wouldn't be a team player?"

The Special and his friends all gasped slightly; all taken aback by this bit of news. Even Lucy, who, arguably, knew more about Batman than the others, was surprised. Her ex-boyfriend was kicked out of the Justice League? Why was she just now learning this?

The aforementioned superhero, meanwhile, felt like a spotlight was suddenly cast on him, and not in a good way. It took everything in his power to not fidget as his barriers were broken down, "I wasn't kicked out! I left them on my own! It was my decision."

Tony shrugged-not deterred, "Maybe. All the same, though, I thought it was weird how you stayed down in your cave the whole time, while they and the Avengers were up here having our little victory party after the whole Duplo thing." He cocked a brow and smirked, as if daring his rival to respond, "Now why is that?"

Bruce glared, but none the less fell into an uncomfortable silence. Emmet glanced around-only then noticing that the Justice League had mysteriously left the party...and come to think of it, he never DID see them chatting to Batman at any point. But even more distressing was the fact that the Dark Knight had abruptly taken off on the Special and the gang that night of TAKOS Tuesday...when he claimed he had no room at his mansion to board them for a day...

...he had a victory party and didn't invite them?

Stark nearly laughed; keeping his eyes on Batman, but motioning to the group behind him, "You can't even keep a girlfriend. And who do you lose her to? A dork in a hard hat." He spread his arms out, "I mean, come on! Look at the other master builders. They're superheroes, or ninjas, or wizards, or presidents, or vampires..."

From nearby, Captain America shot Ironman a warning glance, "Tony..."

But the inventor didn't let up- his full on jealousy seeping through, "Heck, I can even see the astronaut and the rainbow cat. But HIM?" He pointed straight at Emmet; angrily staring him right in the face, "Why would the Piece of Resistance choose YOU? What made YOU so special?!"

The construction worker jumped back at the outburst, to which Lucy took his hand, protectively. For a second, he was stunned to silence, considering how nice Tony seemed earlier. This is what he REALLY thought about him? AND his friends? He was about to comment that the prophecy was made up, but he was stopped by Metalbeard taking a step closer-looking ready to draw his sword for battle. On his shoulder, Unikitty took a pouncing stance; her fur turning just a shade darker as she bared her teeth. Even Benny hovered back down to the ground-tense, but also mad; a rarity to see on his usually cheery face. For a long moment, everyone in the mansion held their breath-not knowing just what was going to happen next...

...until Bruce raised his hand-stopping his friends from turning the argument into an all out brawl. His eyes bore into Tony with a steely determination; his voice slowly going into full on Batman mode, as he spat out, "I'll tell you what." He motioned to Emmet, "It's because when everyone else said his ideas were stupid, he still tried his best to save the world. Even I doubted him at first."

The caped crusader blushed at his past misjudgment, but continued, "And you know what? He actually did it. And he did it with just his words. No weapons. No gadgets. No millions of dollars or ninja training...just words." He glared at the inventor with disgust, "And he didn't let being "the special" go to his head either, which is more than I can say for you."

The Dark Knight let out a huff, "Yes. You're right. You may have a better house, and gadgets, and more friends...but there's one thing I DO have that you don't..."

And then, to the amazement of everyone, Bruce stepped back and pulled Emmet, Lucy, Unikitty, Benny, and Metalbeard all together into an awkward, but still touching, group hug...to which he said, "..these guys."

All five builders stared at the billionaire; their anger momentarily forgotten. For all that Batman liked to be cool and show off, he was pretty quiet when it came to anything super personal about himself. To hear him proclaiming how happy he was for his friends, in front of a room full of people no less...

Lucy, especially, blinked in surprise; having fully thought that her ex-boyfriend didn't care about her anymore, now that she was going steady with Emmet. Hearing such a confession out of him...it was enough for her to slip into her old nicknames and wordlessly mouth, "...babe..."

To all of this, the iron superhero stood with his mouth agape-not expecting such a lengthy, heartfelt comeback. He just couldn't believe it...Batman really DID think highly of these people? But...why?

Bruce took advantage of the quiet and raised a brow at his rival, "I think it's time for you to leave."

The inventor shook his head, "What?"

"My house. My party. And this party is over." The caped crusader signaled for Alfred to open the front doors, then pointed at the entrance, while glaring at Stark, "See ya' later, alligator."

For a few seconds, Tony looked all around-expecting someone, ANYone to speak up for him, at how stupid this all was. But every face either glared back, or glanced at him with disappointment. To that, Stark turned and slowly walked out; at last taking the hint he wasn't welcome. He grumbled under his breath at the unfairness of it all, but at least he finally kept his comments to himself. Not long after he waltzed out the door, the rest of the guests gradually started to take their leave as well-getting the vibe that Bruce wanted to be left alone. And after an argument like that, no one was really in the partying mood anymore. They all filed out; thanking Bruce and congratulating Emmet one more time as they passed by, to which the superhero gave his own awkward goodbyes.

But Batman was so focused on watching everyone leave, he almost didn't notice the construction worker and the gang pass by him too. Quickly, he held his arms out and stopped them, "Hold it. Not you."

Emmet blinked in confusion, "But...you said..."

"I said the party was over", the caped crusader corrected him-genuinely smiling for what seemed like the first time that night, "The AFTER party is just starting." He threw in a wink, "And this one's for the Special only, with his esteemed guests."

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"I'm sorry I ruined the party..." Emmet frowned.

"It wasn't your fault", Bruce shook his head, "Tony was just a Class A jerk."

The others nodded in agreement, while sipping on left over punch. Although it was late in the evening, the small group made up of Bruce, Emmet, Lucy, Benny, Unikitty, and Metalbeard was content to chill out in the backyard of Batman's mansion-having their own, little party. Alfred had since freshened up and fixed the chocolate fountain, and moved it outside, along with any remaining snacks. For a long while, the fire-forged friends were happy to talk about the latest goings on in their respective realms, without the pressure of a hundred other people there, who ultimately didn't experience TAKOS Tuesday in quite the way "The Special Team" did (as they were coming to be known as). For the construction worker, not-a-DJ, cyborg pirate, superhero, magic cat, and astronaut, their bond was something unique-one the six of them sought to cherish and protect.

But as fun as the "after party" was, it was hard to not talk about the earlier confrontation. The billionaire had assured all his friends that they weren't the cause of the outburst, and Stark was just out of line. Although they could all agree to that, there was still another elephant in the room...

"So...a "victory party"...?" Lucy raised a brow.

Odd as it was to see, Bruce actually blushed, "Yeeeaah...about that..."

He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, while his friends patiently waited for him to give an explanation. He took a deep breath; at long last replying, "That night, on TAKOS Tuesday...or Freedom Friday, whatever you wanna' call it...there was plenty of room at my house..."

"So...you lied to us", the action girl folded her arms. It was a statement, not a question. Of course she wasn't happy, but she wasn't completely angry yet either-sensing he had more to say.

True to form, the Dark Knight continued, "...yes. I did. And I'm sorry." He looked away guilty for a moment, "But I WASN'T lying when I said the Justice League and the Avengers were hanging out here together. It wasn't a matter of space, it was a matter of..."

His words drifted, and the caped crusader sighed, "Stark was right when he said some of the League members and I...don't quite see eye to eye. And that goes double for Ironman. He and I have been..."rivals" for a long time. I wasn't too thrilled on having him here that night, or the others for that matter. If things got ugly, I didn't want any of you to get mixed up in any of my..."drama"..."

Batman finally looked his friends in the eye, "Guess it didn't matter, though. With this party, I didn't have much choice; they had to come. I tried keeping things on the down low, but...I'm sorry you all had to hear all that..."

For the longest moment, the group just stared at the superhero; taking in everything he said, but now looking at him with a new understanding. It was more than surprising at how much he opened up, for as much as he liked to talk, they never really learned anything about him until now. Lucy surmised that perhaps if both she and he had been more forthcoming like that from the start, perhaps things could've worked out between them.

But none the less, the action girl smiled, "It's okay. 'Sides, it's like you said; Tony was just super jealous he didn't find the Piece."

Emmet shrugged, as if he could care less, "I don't know. Believe it or not, I was actually kinda' relieved when Business cut the Piece off my back. That thing was alot heavier than it looked." He absently rubbed the spot where the Piece was once glued. But before anyone could question him further about it, he just then noticed the chocolate fountain nearby, "Hey! The candy thingy is back! Who wants some?"

With that, the construction worker, Metalbeard, Benny, and Unikitty bounded over to the snack table to take their fill of the creamy delights. All the while, Lucy watched them with a half grin. She was about to join them, when just then, she overheard someone talking behind her. She turned to find Bruce signing some kind of document; handing it to Alfred. The not-DJ cocked her head, "I thought you had secretaries to do that stuff?"

"Not for this, madam", the butler explained before Bruce could stop him, "It's merely a donation to some of the local hospitals and schools. He signed a few earlier, during the party. He tends to keep some of his contributions "quiet" these days...it puts more focus on the charity than the person with a big name already."

"Exactly", the Dark Knight smiled at his long time friend, to which Lucy couldn't hide the surprise on her face. So that's why Bruce walked away earlier, back when he introduced Tony to her and the gang. The two kept quiet until the butler walked away. Only when they were alone did the caped crusader speak up again-sensing his ex-girlfriend's confusion, "From now on, most of my donations are anonymous. It's not about me...your boyfriend showed me that." His face flushed a moment, "He's pretty good to you, you know...better than I was."

Bruce's eyes veered off, looking guilty. The not-a-DJ sighed; not sure of what to do. Clearly, a change had come over her ex-boyfriend in the time since TAKOS Tuesday. Not enough to save their relationship, but it certainly put her more at ease. And it was obvious that Batman had accepted the fact that her heart was with Emmet now, and he still supported both of them. At long last, the action girl grinned; not wanting any more awkward tension between her and her superhero once-love, "Can we just skip to the part where you say, "can we still be friends"?

The Dark Knight blinked-not expecting her direct question. But eventually, he too, breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course we can."

He was about to say more, when suddenly, a huge glob of chocolate hit him in the side of the face. Both he and Lucy turned in surprise to see all their friends covered in the brown goo. They all froze in fear, before Emmet, Benny, and Metalbeard pointed at Unikitty, shouting, "SHE started it!"

But the caped crusader wasn't concerned with who started the fight, just who would be standing by the end. Without a word, he flashed a dangerous smile, before lobbing the chocolate right back at them. Pretty soon, an all out candy war erupted in the backyard, with people taking sides and names. Even poor Alfred eventually got roped into the battle. And for Bruce Wayne, it was the most fun he'd ever had at a party in a long time.

His heavy metal songs blared across the speakers for the neighbors to hear; his best suit was ruined; the house was a mess, and he still wasn't a member of the Justice League...and he didn't care.

Because he didn't need the Justice League. He was happy to have his own team of "superheroes" right here.

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AN: To any fans of Ironman out there, I'm so sorry I turned him into such a jerkwad in this. But I figured, if the movie can mess with the personalities of pre-established characters (like Batman, Superman, etc.), then so can I. XD Besides, I needed someone to be "pre-movie Batman", who was just as big a show off, but for the wrong reasons, and to me, Tony fit the bill. (I just cranked his A-hole tendencies up to eleven. XD )

Also, in the movie, Lucy reveals how she was sort of jealous for not being the Special, so I wanted to explore the idea of someone who was deeply upset at the choice of the "chosen one", and not understanding why, since they weren't there to witness the events of the movie. It was also a chance to flesh out Batman a bit more (and it's a bit sad how he tends to get ignored in most fics. Admittedly, he's not my most favorite character, but that doesn't make him any less valid. And I have no doubt the events of the movie would've changed him a bit too.)

Coming up next: Now that the barriers are being brought down, more realms are starting to mingle with each other. Some, for the very first time. So Lucy participates in an "exchange program" of sorts, wondering just where she can fit in, now that the fight against Lord Business is over. She just might find her answer...in Heartlake City?