Title: Gave Me More Than A Hand To Hold II.

Summary: Tony may be older, but that has never stopped Bruce from doing his best to take care of him as much as he can. Or, Tony is in Gotham and in need of some help. Bruce is more than willing to help, even if he may need some assistence.

Warnings: None.

Notes: Tony is 19 and Bruce is 16 in this one shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dark Knight Trilogy, Iron Man, any of its characters. Sadly.

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It only took a few minutes for Bruce's mind to wander away from the conversation taking place right in front of him between Alfred and the female police officer standing behind the counter. It wasn't long at all before Bruce's body was doing the same, loosening up the dark scarf wrapped around his neck as he walked further into the police station, curious hazel eyes taking in every detail of the unfamiliar place.

This was technically his second visit, of course, but the first time he had been in no condition to pay attention to anything around him. He pushed the thought hastily away and forced himself to focus on the here and now as he looked around.

The vast bullpen was clouded by a heavy, almost oppressive atmosphere that made it seem bleak and lugubrious even with the many bright, large lamps hanging from the ceiling. There were only a couple of detectives in there this late, but they were talking and drinking coffee instead of working on their desks, while a few officers were walking around not looking particularly busy.

"Mr. Wayne?" The voice calling his name almost made Bruce jump in surprise, and he immediately turned around to find a familiar face. "I thought that was you."

The man walked briskly to cross the short distance between them, his sharp blue eyes taking in every detail as he looked at him.

"Officer Gordon," Bruce greeted with a nod and a polite smile. "Please just call me Bruce."

The older man nodded once. "What brings you here so late at night, Bruce- if you don't mind me asking, of course."

"I came to post bail for a friend."

"You know you have to be over eighteen to do that, right?" The officer asked with a slight frown.

"I do. Alfred drove me here and he's taking care of things as we speak," Bruce explained with a vague wave of his hand back to where Alfred was still talking with the other officer.

"I see. And who's that friend of yours?"

"Tony Stark."

"Oh." For a moment, it looked as if Gordon was going to say something else, but he just pressed his lips together and turned his gaze to the bullpen.

It was clear from the officer's expression that he knew who Tony was and that he was here. Hell, Bruce would be surprised if there was anyone in the whole station that didn't know that. Tony was a bit of a celebrity, after all.

"And how have you been, Bruce?"

"I've been just fine, thank you," Bruce replied automatically but not unkindly. He could tell that the question, awkward as it sounded, wasn't merely asked to fill the silence. He could tell Gordon really cared about the answer, for some reason. "What about you, Officer?"

Gordon blinked. "I'm good. Busy, but good."

The teenager nodded slowly, looking away as an awkward silenced settle between them. He liked officer Gordon- at least as much as you could like someone that worked for the police department in this city, and even when you had only seen them a handful of times. Still, Bruce had no idea what else he was supposed to say to the man, and he was pretty sure Gordon didn't know what to say to him either.

"Brucie!" A slurred voice called loudly, saving him from having to think of something to say, but it also served to draw the attention of the officers around them. "It's sooo good to see you, buddy."

"I wish I could say the same, Tony," Bruce replied with a thin smile as he watched his friend being escorted by an officer. Tony was wearing a wrinkled and dirty suit that had certainly seen better days, the tie and cufflinks missing. His hair was disheveled and there were deep circles under his bloodshot eyes.

"Don't be mean, Brucie," He whined, pulling away from the officer's grip and coming to stand at Bruce's side, leaning slightly against him. "I just spent I don't know how many hours locked up in an ugly, boring cell."

Gordon nodded at the officer that escorted Stark, letting him know he had things in hand and he could go back to his duties, leaving him alone with the two billionaires.

"You're not getting any pity from me. You shouldn't have been driving drunk if you didn't want to be arrested." Even as he said the words, Bruce couldn't help but wonder why Tony hadn't simply given money to the officer that stopped him to keep from being arrested. Of course, he couldn't blurt out that question in the middle of the police station and with an officer at his side-

Not that he approved of those kinds of practices, of course, but the corruption in the police department (just like every other group in Gotham) was so extensive that it was no secret only people without money, or with some powerful and influential enemies ended arrested.

"Tony, this is Officer Gordon," Bruce introduced politely, remembering his manners once he realized the officer was still with them.

Tony blinked at the strange man. "I don't like cops."

"I can imagine why, Mr. Stark," Gordon replied just a touch dryly.

The older billionaire snorted, and even Bruce felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips.

"Does Jarvis even knows you're here?" He very deliberately didn't bright up Tony's parents. That would just open a can of worms Bruce didn't want to have dealt with on top of everything.

It took a long moment for Tony to reply. "Uh, no? I only got one phone call and I called you."

"What I mean is if he knows you're in Gotham."

"Don't think so," He added with a careless shrug of his shoulders.

Bruce sighed, making a mental note to call Jarvis as soon as they returned to the Manor. The man must be worried sick by now. He adjusted his grip on Tony as he leaned further against him.

"You need help?" Gordon asked kindly with a nod at Tony.

"It's okay. I got him. Thanks," He added with a smile before turning back to his friend. "Come on. Alfred is waiting for us."

"Wait. You brought Alfie?"

"Of course I brought Alfred." Bruce couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes.

Tony stopped, looking at him with huge, betrayed eyes as he whined, "But why? I called your phone."

"You did," Bruce confirmed with a nod. "And how exactly did you think I was going to bail you out by myself?"

"You're rich."

"I'm aware of that," He said dryly. "But it's not the money I'm talking about. I'm sixteen, in case you forgot. That means I can't bail out anyone for a few more years."

"Shit. Didn't think of that," Tony admitted after a moment.

"I figured. Let's go." He grabbed one of Tony's arms and draped it across shoulders, supporting some of his weight. Tony didn't seem too unsteady on his own feet, but Bruce chose to be on the safe side. That in itself was a bit worrisome given the way he was slurring his words and the strong scent of alchohol in his breath, but he knew this wasn't the time or the place to be worrying about that.

"Just how much more do you think he hates me right now?"

"I've told you before Alfred doesn't hate you." Tony snorted in response. "But you can be sure he isn't happy about this."

"Story of my life," Tony muttered.

Bruce chose not to say anything in reply. There was no point to it when Tony was drunk. He focused instead on guiding the older boy in the right direction, aware of the fact Gordon was following just a few steps behind.

Alfred was waiting for them still by the counter. His dark suit looked as perfectly pressed as it always did, his expression giving nothing away as he watched them.

"Master Bruce," the butler greeted with a nod before turning to the boy at his charge's side. "Mr. Stark, come here, please."

Tony's shoulders tensed as soon as he heard the butler's voice, but it was the fact he kept his head down as he stumbled in the direction he was pointed what almost made Bruce go after him. One look from Alfred kept him where he was.

It was not that Alfred was a cruel man, or that he hated or even disliked Tony. He simply believed that people should take responsibility for their actions and that was exactly what he was making Tony do now.

Bruce couldn't hear what was being said, but he saw his friend exchange a few words with the officer behind the counter before being handed a sheet of paper to sign and get in exchange a small plastic bag with his personal effects. Alfred shook hands with the officer and after another short exchange, he and Tony walked back to where Bruce was waiting.

"Now, young sirs, I encourage you to take a moment to prepare yourselves to face the small group of reporters waiting outside the premises," The butler warned solemnly.

Bruce barely held back a groan as he heard the news, but it was Tony's reaction what made him curse the reporters in his head. He couldn't blame him for being anxious, and maybe even a little scared. Tony was usually better at dealing with public attention than he was, but in the state he was in and with the knowledge that his parents were not only going to hear about this incident but actually see him as he drunkenly left the police station was so much worse.

Fucking vultures, the lot of them. Always looking for lives to destroy.

"Mr. Pennyworth," Officer Gordon called as he closed the respectful distance he had been keeping.

"Officer Gordon," The butler greeted with a polite nod and just a quick flash of surprise.

"I'm sorry for intruding," He said with an apologetic smile. "But I think I may be able to help you leave the station without having to deal with the press outside. Where are you parked?"

Bruce and Tony looked at the officer in surprise.

"Just around the corner, sir. I was hoping to avoid drawing attention that way, but it seems it could not be helped."

"Yes. I'm afraid someone in the station must have leaked the news about Mr. Stark's arrest," Gordon admitted with a grim expression. "There's a back door in the station, however, so you may be able to get out that way without anyone seeing you."

Bruce let out a sigh of relief as soon as he heard the words, offering the man a grateful smile. When he looked back at Tony he found his friend staring at the officer with an unreadable expression on his face.

"That would be most appreciate, Officer Gordon," Alfred replied politely.

"Alright. Follow me."

Yes, he liked officer Gordon, Bruce thought with a twitch of lips as he walked after him with Tony at his side.

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a/n: So, this was the second and last part I wrote. I wish I could say I may be able to truly finish this concept at some point, but that seems very unlikely right now. Still, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed these two little stories!

And now, to work on getting a few other drafts posted!