Hi! Sorry school has started and everything's just been really busy. I'm planning on writing/posting every friday though so hopefully this will work out :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Ironman or Batman or anything Marvel/DC.
Spacious rooms and grand halls and chandeliers as far as the eyes could see. Women in fancy or pompous dresses littered the room, ones on men's arms, ones there for service, ones there in groups, and the occasional risque kind. Men wore tuxedos and black ties, they drank whiskey and chatted about business. There was a hushed rumor of the things that were to be revealed today. No one would come right out and make a guess though, it was rude.
Never one to show up unannounced, Bruce Wayne's entrance flickered the lights, raised the music, everything but shook the whole building. He sauntered in with a smirk, "Where's the party?" People flocked to him, adulation and greed in their minds. "Please, no autographs," He smiled before he went of for a drink. Minutes passed, a hush fell across the room as the lights dimmed just slightly. A spokes girl stood on a platform, breasts practically hanging out of the low cut dress. She waved her arms while the most impressive show of electricity and lights from the new green generator. The crowd 'ooh'ed and 'ahh'ed. Wayne leaned on the bar, smug.
Unfortunately this showing of Wayne's amazing invention was to be cut short because, none other than Tony Stark Himself exploded through the doors. "Has anyone been missing their daily dose of Stark?" Tony smiled brilliantly, no way he was ever going to let some sap like Bruce Wayne show him up, whether he was present or not. Completely expecting this, Bruce stood, unfazed by Tony's abrupt entrance.
"Look who decided to show up," Bruce smiled coldly.
Tony scowled, "Actually this was predetermined,"
"And who is this lovely lady?" Bruce took Natasha's hand and pressed his lips firmly against her soft skin, never once breaking eye contact with her. Natasha smiled slightly.
"This here is Natasha, you might not want to do that, she's a cop," Tony felt oddly possessive of her, he shrugged, "Sort of, but she'll still take your arm off,"
"It's a pleasure to meet you," The edges of Bruce's lips curled, "Natasha," he whispered her name, a seductive wind of sound.
"Likewise," Natasha couldn't help but fall a bit victim to Bruce's charm. She was aware of what he was doing, obviously, but this billionaire knew how to play the field. Fortunately, so did Natasha.
Tony opened his mouth, missing the nonverbal communication between the spy and Bruce. Tony fully intended on slaping Bruce with some witty remark but unfortunately the ceiling combusted a group of people swinging from the rafters.
"Looks like it's time for Ironm-" Stark turned to rub his suit technology in Bruce's face. That would have to wait, some goon in a giant ass hat cackled at on the stage.
Besides, Bruce was gone anyways.
How was that? Exciting? Hopefully? Feedback is always appreciated. And if you guys still want more there's something I'm planning that will surprise you. :) Thanks for reading