"Almost Identical Twins."
Chapter 4
"Of cookies and vampire cities."
Bruce laughed at the shocked/impressed look on Tony's face, as he continued to wipe his hair clean.
"Come now, Mister Stark." He added lowering the towel to his shoulders and running a hand over his ruffled hair. "Surely my little stunts couldn't be more impressive than what you see every day in the Avengers training room, performed by your respected colleagues." The taller black haired billionaire smirked taking a sip of water from the bottle Alfred casually passed to him, happy to render the babbling fellow genius speechless.
Tony blinked once, breaking away from his uncharacteristic lack of ability to properly speak, and regenerated his infamous shit-eating smile while holding out his hand for Wayne to shake.
"Oh I don't know, Wayne." The Iron Man had to try very hard not to flinch at the strong grip that nearly crushed his hand. It was like the first time Thor shook his hand, the friendly demigod's incredible strength nearly placing his entire waving-limb in a casket. "It's not every day I see a normie just like me, beat up a bunch of highly-trained ninjas without breaking so much a sweat."
"Really?" Bruce's dark brow went up at that. "What about the Black Widow or that archer, Hawkeye? As far as I know they're both as normal as we are."
Tony snorted loudly.
"Please. Barton probably drank in the techniques of proper bullseye throwing, along with his mother's milk and BW is Russian. That automatically makes her badass, immune to pain and tough as nails." The billionaire waved his hand dismissively. "The S.H.I.E.L.D training only heightened those natural abilities." He smiled his shit-eating smile again. "We, on the other hand, are simple lazy, yet genius, orphan billionaires who like to play with daddy's fortune a bit too much."
Bruce laughs at that, clearly amused.
"Yeah." He agrees with a smirk plastered on his face. "I suppose we are."
"But seriously though, what you pulled off back there…boy let me tell you that was impressive." Stark's voice rang with serenity. "I'm used to see Capsicle pull off some major 'jaw-to-the-flor' stunts and take on more enemies than his frozen brain should be able to count, but to see the same type of stunts performed by someone that's not a guy pumped up with super-soldier serum with a ridiculous indestructible Frisbee, is pretty amazing."
This time Tony was rewarded by a small, yet genuine, smile.
"I thank you for the complement, Master Stark-"
"*cough* *cough* Tony. *cough* *cough*" The elder billionaire coughed, cutting the younger off.
"-Tony," the bat was in a good mood today. "But, as much as I'd like to sit around and listen to you gaping at my abilities, I can tell this is not the real reason you came to see me this faithful day." Of course it isn't, it never is with people like them. There is always something beneath the underneath, he didn't have to be batman to know that.
The fellow billionaire modeled his face in a typical child-like pout, hearing this.
"Really, Brucie you wound me. Who would have thought that someone with such a vast reputation of being a playboy, could be such a party-pooper?" Tony stated accusingly. "Here I am going profoundly out of my way to complement your awesome fighting skills of awesomeness, which I don't do very often mind you usually I do the total opposite of complementary followed by something that would make the local flying blue Boy Scout blush like a tomato, and you just had to drop the curtains and destroy my highest 'I-am-not-a-asshole-to-a-person-from-the-moment-I-set-my-eyes-on-them' record!" Iron Man cried out in a dramatic pose, earning an amused eyebrow raise from Bruce. "And I was doing so well too!" Tony continued, sounding heart-wrenched. "Five more points and Pepper would give me a cookie!"
Hiding a chuckle the son of Martha and Thomas Wayne made, what Tony called the 'Home Alone face' and said with faked horror in his voice:
"A whole cookie?"
"With chocolate chips!" Tony added urgently. "Don't forget the addition of the finest Belgium product money can buy! I wouldn't go for any other!"
"And with Belgium originated chocolate chips?" Bruce pretended to look terrified. "Dear me, I am really sorry you missed out on trying such divine cuisine because of my ignorance, Mr.-Tony!"
Tony smiled at the fellow billionaire's attempts at playing along, not everyone had the childishness, not to mention patience, in them to do that and he admired Bruce for even trying.
"You should be sorry, Brucie." The inventor of the Iron Man suit pointed an accusing finger at the Wayne heir 'Phoenix Wight' style. "That was probably the bestest cookie ever baked, so you have to make it up to me with something equally tasty and mind-blowing." He paused for the additional dramatic effect. "Like finally allowing my merry men to enter your territory and making your 'creepy-crawly' city a little less 'creepy-crawly' and a bit more 'flashy-brighty', with a great big, 'shining bright like diamond' 'Stark Tower' in the middle of it."
Bruce blinked, so this is what Stark was after.
"No!" Batman's alter-ego moved away dramatically. "You want me to-to finally acknowledge the concept of *shudders* sharing?!"
"Yes!" Tony decided to continue their playful banter finding it to be rather fun. "It's time to bring some sunlight to the legendary 'Vampire City'!" He paused. "Let there be light, Brucie!" He then added with an almost adorable pout. "For the lost cookie, Brucie."
The Golden Boy of Gotham gave a defeated sight worthy of the best actor in Hollywood.
"Very well." He said afterwards, straightening his ruffled ninja armor. "I suppose that would compensate the lost baked good."
Tony was so happy he pumped his fist in the air.
The two billionaires then shook hands and were about to take out the documents necessary, to make the agreement legal when…
Alfred spoke for the first time.
"I must say, my two Masters, watching the two of you interact, one might mistake the two of you for brothers."
Only Bruce saw the knowing glint in his butler's eyes as he smiled at them.