Hi, guys. I'm Cheyenne aka DahmerEatsRainbows and here's my first oneshot for the story. I would like to apologize in advance for me being totally lazy and taking way too long to write this so please enjoy and excuse any typos!

The Smoothest Hero

It was just a game of friendly competition. It happens more than any of them would hope to think. Test after test after test. The two of them battled it out to see who was better man.

Today was the tie breaker.

There was a quaint, but lovely looking bar nestled deep in Gotham that the pair liked to go to as a setting for these escapades. It wasn't Tony Stark's -the playboy vigilante known best as Iron Man- cup of tea, but he was forced to accommodate the needs of the very mysterious Bruce Wayne who is the Caped Crusader, Batman. A fact known by a minuscule amount of people.

Sipping a tall glass of Malt Whiskey, Tony's icy blue eyes scanned the room as he waited for his peer, a term he used very loosely, to order his damn drink. However, all he seemed to be doing was flirting with the breath taking barmaid. She had platinum blonde hair tied in a curly ponytail and enticing green eyes that seemed to almost swallow the image of Bruce. Tony scoffed at his feigned trifle knowing that it was only to keep up Bruce's facade as a irresponsible and superficial boy toy.

Not wanting to wait another second, Tony got up and went over to the blonde beauty who blushed as Stark leaned to whisper in her ear. "I can see what's keeping my friend busy, but we have some business to attend to. Give him the Dark Rum." Feeding her a wink, Stark grabbed his friend as the girl left to fetch Wayne a drink.

"What was that for, Stark?" Bruce asked when they were seated in a booth. "Also, I can order my own drink."

Stark rolled his eyes, "Trust me Brucie, Captain Morgan Dark Rum is die for. Oh, and if I didn't get you away from that delicious piece of tail, you wouldn't know that I've got an idea for another competition."

"Please, Stark. When are you going to get over these childish games?" The ever so serious Wayne bit his lip in frustration. He hated these little bouts that Stark alway initiated. The never ending game to see who was the more superior of the two. However, it did humor Bruce sometimes. Seeing Tony's rage when ever he lost was something the Dark Knight could picture all day long.

"Just hear me out, Brucie." Tony pleaded as he nipped at the succulent whiskey. "One last game, that settles everything."

Right now, Bruce would give anything to make it stop. All he has to do is give in to Tony one more time. He nods with a devilish grin, "Alright. One last game. The terms?"

Looking absolutely delighted, Tony glanced around the dimly lit pub. He noticed all the fresh faced women drinking. If there were two things that tickled Tony Stark's fancy, it was liquor and beautiful ladies.

"Okay, Mr. Wayne. Whoever can get the most phone numbers by the end of the night is the undisputed winner." he announced.

Bruce rubbed his chin. It sounded like a simple task. Just then, the platinum beauty appeared before the young billionaires. "Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen." she said. "I have your rum, Mr-"

"It's Bruce Wayne." he interjected noticing the woman's confusion. The brunette clutched her free hand and gently kissed her nearly porcelain knuckles. "And may I ask your name, Miss?"

A deep tint of scarlet forms on her cheeks. "Renee," she verified while placing the glass in front of Bruce. On the other side of the table, Tony wasn't happy. Then again, two can play at this game.

"Renee? Like the sixteenth century French princess?" he inquire causing the orbs of emerald to dart in his direction. "Quite fitting, if you ask me." Renee laughed flirtatiously.

"You're very intelligent, sir."

Stark let out a hearty chuckle. "Oh, please. Call me Tony." The beauty licked her bottom lip, but finally managed to find her equilibrium.

"Well, let me know if you need anything." She bounced back to the counter to help with other patrons leaving the two men to themselves.

Bruce glared at Stark with great intensity. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he fumed as Tony just completely laughed it off.

"New terms, Brucie." he declared. "Forget the other women, whoever can get Renee to leave with them, is the winner. Deal?" Stark stretched his hand out. If this was going to be gentleman's wager, they had to make it official.

"You're damn right it's a deal." Bruce said grabbing Stark's hand and shaking it with great strength.

Tony grinned. "Fine, you go first."

Bruce left the booth and sat on the faux leather bar stool. With barely any other customers in the bar, Renee went straight to him and flashed a pearly white smile at him. This was his perfect chance to finally shut Stark up. This may go against his usually stoic character, but it would just be perfect to see the look on Tony's face when he sees Renee wrapped up in Bruce's arms.

"Hello there, Mr. Wayne. Is there anything I can do for you?" she asks in a seductive, but professional voice.

"Actually, Renee, I was just wondering if you had any plans after you get off work." Bruce asked as he glanced at her with his sapphire eyes that were much darker than Stark's almost ice blue ones.

She blushed just like Bruce knew she would. "No, not really. Is there anything you had in mind?"

Wayne chuckles a bit and grabs her hand. "We could take a drive to my mansion, have a few drinks, and see where the night takes us." Renee's eyes grew a bit wide with curiousity.

"You have a mansion?" she questioned. Bruce nodded with a smug grin. "Sounds like a date then." Hook, line, and sinker. Wayne totally had this game in the bag. He wasn't planning on courting this girl for more than one night, he usually didn't for any girl, but he just couldn't wait for the look on Stark's face.

Speak of the devil, Stark shows up at the counter saying that he had finished his whiskey and was hoping for another glass. When Renee left to get more, Bruce turned to his colleague and laughed.

"What is it, Wayne?" Stark asked with a hint of aggression.

Bruce gave a cheeky grin. "Face it, Stark. I'm the clear winner. I've got her wrapped around my finger." Stark smiles making Bruce a bit uneasy. Why isn't he freaking out? What's going on in that mind of his? He wasn't planning on this at all, Bruce was sure that Stark's ego would deflate, but it seems as if nothing's changed.

Renee came back with another glass of Stark's favorite whiskey. He thanked her and took a generous gulp before opening his mouth. "I hear Brucie is taking you on a date tonight."

She smiled, "We're just going to his place."

Stark lets out a soft 'oh' before taking another sip. "Let me guess, he told you that he has a mansion?" Bruce almost choked on his rum and turned to Renee who was staring at him accusingly.

"He may have mentioned it."

Before Bruce could answer, Stark opened his mouth again. "Oh, Brucie, not again!" He shakes his head and turns to Renee. "He does this all the time. It's kind of sad."

Renee looks at Bruce and huffs out. "So you lied to me?" she asked placing her hand on her hips.

"No, Renee. I swear. Tony's the liar!" Bruce hissed causing some of the other patrons to turn and stare at the commotion. Noticing this, the young billionaire collected himself very quickly. Stark coiled his lips into another ominous grin.

"You know what's even worse?" He stares at Bruce with for a few seconds and turns back to the beauty "He goes around telling people that he's the Batman."

All eyes went straight to Bruce's red face. He was at a loss for words. It's not like he can deny this. His cover would be blown and Gotham would be in danger. Instead of arguing, Bruce looks to Renee who waves him away and puts all of her attention on Stark. Defeated, the billionaire struts back to the booth and sips his rum and plots revenge.

Now that he's gotten Wayne out of the way, Stark puts all of his attention on Renee. He knew it was wrong to jepoardize Brucie's cover, but he knew he'd be forgiven. It's only a game, right?

Like he does with every girl, Tony puts on the Stark charm and it works quickly to his advantage. He and Renee start talking about plans to take a cruise in his Roadster and tour Gotham at night. "Can you believe that he would lie about something like that?" Renee said as she poured a glass of French Marc Brandy for a gentleman with thick horn rimmed glasses and a fedora. The man thanked her quietly, but Renee didn't pay attention.

"I'm just so tired of guys that lie." she complained. Tony laughed.

"Yeah, they're just terrible, but I won't lie to you." he winked. "So how about that date in my Roadster? It's pretty fast."

The blonde looked a bit antsy. "Alcohol and driving? Not a great combination." That's when Tony realized how much he had been drinking. Renee let out a giggle. "How about we take a cab to your place instead? We can get to know each other a little better." Oh? She's being the seductive one now, Stark liked the idea of a woman in charge.

However, unknown to Stark, a thought just clicked in the mind of Bruce Wayne. A very evil thought for a man of justice. Pulling out his cell phone, Bruce went down his extensive contact list until he came across a particular name. This was brutal, but it was only fair. Stark could've outed Bruce as Batman. No, this was perfectly fine. It's the only way to get back at Stark. In a way, it's his kryptonite.

Hey, you're probably busy, but Tony's been drinking an awful lot tonight. I'm getting pretty worried. You might wanna check up on him or something. Message sent. Bruce took a deep breath and stared at Stark. Let the games begin.

Bzzt! Bzzt! Tony's cell buzzed in his back pocket he checked the screen and saw that Pepper Potts, his partner at Stark Industries, had called him. He sighed and turned to Renee. "This will only take a moment." he said as he tapped the talk button. "Pepper, this isn't a good time, I've got my hands full." He said lowering his voice so Renee wouldn't hear.

On the other end, Pepper scoffed. "Oh, please. Wayne sent me a text. You're drinking, aren't you?" Tony shot daggers at Bruce who gave a smug smile. "Listen, Mr. Stark, you've got an important meeting with investors tomorrow and I can't have you hung over. I'm coming to pick you up."

"No, Pepper, I'm fine." Stark pleaded knowing that it was futile. "I'm really busy right now."

Being the stubborn woman she's always been, Pepper stood her ground. "Any girl you're canoodling with is none of my concern right now. See you soon." She said without letting Tony say anything else.

"Damn it, Pepper." he mumbled.

Renee, who just put some glasses away, looked at Stark. "Who's Pepper?"

Tony tensed up a bit, "Oh, she's my partner in my business." He answered hesitantly. Renee's forest green eyes darkened as she gave a frustrated look.

"Partner?" She seethed. "Don't tell me that you're a liar too?"

"Listen, Renee, I can't take you out tonight, but maybe-"

The blonde put her hand up. "Give me a break. You're just like you're friend The Batman. Just go!" Tony sighed and grabbed his glass. He walked over to where Bruce had been watching.

"Pissed at me, Stark?" Bruce asked chuckling as he took a sip of rum.

Tony sat across from him and rolled his eyes. "Nah, I started it. Need a ride to your mansion? It's the least I could do." Bruce nodded as the two sat in their comfortable silence. That is until Tony decided to open up his mouth again. "So wait, who won the bet?"

The two of them stared at Renee who was already out of her work clothes and talking to another guy. It was the man with the fedora and glasses. He looked at Bruce and Tony and gave them a cheeky, schoolboy smile. It wasn't long until Bruce figured it out.

"Clark Kent?" he mumbled in disbelief. Tony's eyes widened as Renee and Clark passed by them.

"What can I say? I like shy guys." she said.

When they left, Bruce and Tony stared at each other in shock. "We never speak of this again." Bruce demanded.

"Sure thing." Tony agreed. He held up his glass and proposed a small toast. "Still friends?"

Bruce choked out a small "Whatever" as they chinked their glasses and waited for Pepper to pick them up. For their own good, they hoped that no one would ever find out that Batman and Iron Man were bested by that no good boy scout, Superman.

I'm finally done! Hooray! I'm so glad that I finished before Thanksgiving. So, I hope you guys have a great holiday and please read and review! Oh, and I chose the name "Renee" out of random. There's no relation to Renee Montoya (The Question).

xxCheyenne~