Author's Note: At this point, I'm officially stalling the plot. I'm waiting on responses from the kind souls who offered to help mr sort out my tangled mess of ideas; as soon as they get back to me, I think that I should be ready to get going with some of the main aspects of the story. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I think that you'll like it.

Now... It seems that there might have been a few misconceptions about what I was saying in my last Author's note; don't worry, I've been planning a return to Themyscira since before I finished the last story. In addition to in-law shenanigans (because who doesn't love shenanigans, right?) it will also contain PLOT SIGNIFICANCE (DEAR GOD!). So... This will probably end up being a short chapter. So... Yeah. As of yet, no ideas have sprung to mind. So we'll see.

Bruce and Diana stood at the base of the Eiffel Tower. Diana was staring upward, her jaw slightly open in amazement. No matter how many times she saw it, it still amazed her. Such a beautiful structure; despite having grown up around some amazing ancient Greek architecture, modern buildings fascinated her.

Bruce, on the other hand, was ignoring the tower completely, instead opting to eye the crowded streets, attempting to pinpoint any muggers or criminals.

"Isn't it beautiful, Bruce... Bruce?"

"Hm? Yeah. Beautiful."

Diana momentarily tore her gaze away from the tower, only to see him staring intently at the crowds that surrounded them. She gently slapped him on the arm. "You're Bruce Wayne right now. Not Batman." She whispered in his ear. "Act like it."

"It never hurts to be too cautious."

"Bruce... You're missing one of the most beautiful sights in the world so you can prepare yourself for a mugging that may or may not take place. And I'm betting that it won't. And even if we were attacked, I'm sure that you would be able to take out a petty pickpocket."

"And I would be able to do it with about sixty percent more efficiency if I was fully prepared for the assault."

She simply gawked at him. "Bruce... How badly do you need to beat up a common criminal? I'm pretty sure that it should only take a couple of punches at the most..."

"That's not the point, it's-"

Bruce was interrupted by an arm being wrapped around his shoulder. He turned to the offender, with the intention of giving him a piece of his mind (and possibly his fist), but stopped short when he saw the man's face.

"Tony? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Bruce, I told you, I'm taking a vacation! After you put our business deal on hold, I decided that I'd stop by here. Say hi and all that." He looked around. The interaction between Bruce and Tony was beginning to attract attention for the crowd, as a meeting between two billionaire playboys was bound to. Normally, Tony enjoyed the attention, but he decided that this wasn't the time. "Come on. Let's go back to my penthouse and talk."

Bruce nodded reluctantly, and Tony began to walk away. Bruce beckoned for Diana to follow, and began to walk after him.

The three arrived at Tony's penthouse soon. Tony opened the door, and stepped inside. He gestured to three attractive blonde women sitting on his couch; all three promptly left the room, looking disappointed. Once they were gone, Tony collapsed on the couch. Bruce and Diana followed him in.

"So... I don't believe that we've met." Tony said, looking Diana up and down. "Who might you be?"

Bruce stepped forward. "This is Diana... My wife." He leaned in to hiss in Tony's ear. "And if you try anything, I'll make sure that you fondly look back on the beating that I gave you the other night."

"Try anything? I wasn't going to try anything." Tony lied. He turned back to Diana. "So... Got a sister?"

"Yes. Many."

Bruce looked at Diana. "Um... I really don't think that that's what he meant. Just forget it."

Tony looked at Bruce in amazement. "Where'd you find this girl, Bruce? You've gotta tell me."

Bruce ignored him. "Why did you bring us here?"

"Right, right. Well... First of all..." He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the arc reactor. "Did you have to hit here? It's kind of powering my circulatory system at the moment, and a short can be a bit of an issue..."

"You started the fight, and you left your weak point open. Why the hell is it that the machine that powers your entire body is the only part of you that's exposed in that suit, anyway?"

"Fine, it's a design flaw. I'm working on it. But what was that thing anyway? I've never seen anything like it... And I've seen some weird shit.

"I'm not sure. I haven't done the autopsy yet. I have it frozen, and I'll get to dissecting it soon enough... Of course, the giant hole that you punched in it's chest could make that a bit difficult."

"Well I'm sorry, but I thought that the priority was killing the thing, I figured we could worry about the high school science aspect of it later."

Bruce glowered at him. "Well... Is that all?"

"Um... Yeah. I guess so."

Bruce left the room, followed by Diana, who stopped to give Tony a friendly wave before leaving.

Tony sighed to himself. "What a character." He muttered to himself, reaching for the phone to apologize to his girlfriends.

Author's note: I really enjoyed writing the last Tony Stark bit, and you guys seemed to like it. So I figured that I'd try it again. I'm going to try to incorporate him into the story a bit more. His role could vary depending on the story arc that I choose to use, but I'd like to give him a good part in it. So... I hope you enjoyed. There may be another update today, depending on how motivated I am.