Tony was bouncing around from place to place never long enough to take in anything, dark gleaming landscapes were replaced by golden structures, pristine floors, and a shimmer to every surface. After a few steps he finds himself in space, there was a second of panic before realizing he was standing on something and staring out into space via glass.
Hesitantly he got closer to peer down at the Earth, there were minute differences compared to his own. He stood there for what might've been ages, afraid to move and appear in another area, another place. It was upsetting his stomach. Which reminded him, he was hungry. That handful of blueberries he had what seemed eons ago long wore off. If he was down here in Bruce's, what would one call this? Mindscape? Structured memories? Mind palace? He could go all out and call it Bruce's soul if it didn't feel so tacky.
What was going on outside? Was Bruce in charge? Or were they both stuck in each other's minds? He hoped not. Wasn't he currently dying or some such? Tony wasn't sure, he just knew being here wasn't the plan or advised. He tried calling out but no one ever answered. Tony hoped Bruce would get him out eventually. Another step later and he arrived at a room, the walls told him he was still in the space building. Just a different room.
One glance away and people were now sitting at a roundtable. A screen showing another person garnered their attention. Guiltily Tony shifted closer, Bruce went through his memories right? Was it so bad he saw some of his own? It's not like he was doing it on purpose. The cries of a young boy replayed in his ears. These memory fragments thus far, weren't nice ones. So he was wary about the new one.
Everything was snuffed out as Tony took one step too close, he grimaced not sure if he was disappointed he couldn't see what was going on or glad he didn't. The scenery change was fast and volatile now and Tony held back nausea as he was jerked around a snowy area. All around him a voice echoed eerily, "I didn't know who else to call, somethings wrong. He's been different lately." Another voice answered back, "Different how?" It wasn't an emotive voice but Tony could tell they were interested if not worried. "I'm not sure. I can't put my finger on it, he's just. Off."
Eventually, things began to settle, the voices drifted away and he found himself hauled along someone riding a motorcycle. The same black cape and grim demeanor, this must be Bruce when he was on duty Tony supposed. He wondered why this memory piece was different, he was being pulled along as opposed to following it himself.
Tony was a daredevil at heart but even he was nervous about the speed and rate they were going, especially in a cold area. He heard a beeping noise and looked down at the bikes screen, so far Tony was impressed with the technology he's seen. Even he didn't have a space building. Bruce thrown himself off the bike with envious ease and Tony was stung along squirming at the possible scene he'd see. Something important was in that warehouse. It wasn't a surprise when it blew up in their faces.
Before he was cold and now, the heat flared around him in painful waves, into the thick of it they went. Tony watched helplessly as the caped man before him frantically dug through the debris. "No," came a harsh exhale, Tony winced as a body was lifted gently out. The bruised and beaten corpse spoke of torture before the explosion, Tony looked away. "Jason,"
Ah, this was far worse then he was expecting. Was the boy a fellow hero? He certainly meant something to Bruce. He was seeing a regular theme with the man, he did say he fought a war though was death all that surprising? Without looking back Tony walked away. This was depressing. He really wanted to wake up now.
This is somewhat spoilery but I'd like to point out that in my version of events, Jason was the only Robin Bruce had.