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[This is so not his idea of a vacation, guys. You have no idea. But at the very least, the man peering at the screen isn't flipping out or anything. In fact, he just seems to have a sort of cool and composed air to him. If, you know, he was anything other than pissed right now.]

Okay, yeah. Fun times. Sitting on a boat in the middle of space while the world is, literally, going to hell back home without me, all because this is supposed to part of some self-awareness spiritual journey crap?

[He's been doing his homework]

Right, uh. Someone point me to the fun part of this ship, because I'm not buying into this prisoner shtick right now. Oh, and. Give me that phone call home, boss. I need to sick my lawyers on all of your asses.

Because you kind of took my property. And my AI. And my ride home.

[He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, looking around before reaching down, pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, ignoring the slightly bent out of shape frames - he'd kind of fallen on them more than a few times - and slipping them right up to rest on the bridge of his nose]

For anyone stupid enough to not know who I am, I'm Tony Stark. Iron Man. And the first person who asks for an autograph is getting thrown overboard.

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Only once. In college. It was a thing.

But uh, no. Iron Man's kind of my super hero name. You know, robot flying through the skies? Shooting crap and saving people?

Oh yeah, I know him. He's called Steel. [ And he doesn't run around telling people his secret identity, as far as she knows. ]

You must be from a different world. Do they not do secret identities where you're from?

.... [What] Steel? Really, he's jus- his name is Steel

[That's such a stupid name oh god. Iron Man is obviously the best.]

Oh yeah, they do. My company's stock went up twenty points in the hour after my announcement, though. So. It was kind of a personal choice.

[Also he likes be revered.]

Oh, so you did it for the money and glory. [ That went so well for Booster Gold. ]

Pretty sure Steel cares more about the work than having a catchy name.

Already had the money. And the glory. Was kind of born rich, actually.

[He did it because people were suffering because of what his company had turned into.

But that sounds too stupidly sentimental, so.]

Iron Man is better by like. A million. Just going to put that out there right now.

[ So sweet, and so not what you've told her. Alas. ]

So what are you doing it for, then?

[He shrugs a shoulder at that, trying his best to look rather... nonchalant]

Clean-up, mostly. My company did some bad business. Our products got lost. Spent a while destroying them.

[Yeah... weapon's manufacturer losing weapons to terrorists. Always bad.]

[ That sounds totally sketchy. ]

Why did you have to destroy them? What were you selling?

[S I G H]

My dad built the company during World War II. I made it rich through weapons development. We were supplying mostly to the soldiers over in the Middle East. Heavy weaponry, tanks, armors.

Some of it got a little... misplaced.

[ Tony. Tony that sounds so bad. ]

So, uh. When you say 'misplaced'. How massive a disaster are we talking here?

[He knows exactly how it sounds. But hey, this is pretty much common knowledge back home.

He's used to having to explain the situation he'd been in six months ago]

Try super armed terrorist groups. [He's saying it dryly, expressionlessly] Look. I was kind of narrow-minded back then, inventing and not really thinking about the bigger picture. I'd also gotten kicked out of my own company so they could sell under the table, so.

Once I learned I fixed it. And thus, Iron Man was born.

Crap. Well, at least you fixed it. Guess that's a pretty good reason to put on a suit and leap into battle.

Common knowledge, at this point. [He grins] Been Iron Man for a little over half a year, now. People tend to give me a bit of leniency when they know I'm just going about cleaning up my company's stupid mess.

[When they're not trying to legally claim his suit in the interest of America]

You do any other vigilante work?

Saving towns in the middle east not enough for you? High expectations. I like it.

[He shrugs]

Had the suit for six months, now. Hard to run off when you also have a company to run.

[Not that he really runs it. And definitely not anymore, but uh. He'd kind of been too busy dying to do much world saving]

Cleaning up after yourself doesn't really count as serious vigilante work if people know it's your mess. But it's okay, we can't all be superheroes.

[...OUCH BATGIRL. JUST. OUCH.]

What I was stopping might have been in my own company, but it still saved hundreds of lives.

I destroyed two terrorist bases, freed a town in the Middle East, and made it so what I'd made for peace wasn't turned around and used to kill half the people in the world.

Joke. Take it back a notch.

[ Her sense of humor could use some work. ]

I take my media titles very seriously.

[But he's almost smiling]

In Gotham the heroes don't believe in media titles. It's just a different world.

I've been in the media since I was born. I'm pretty sure the entire internet community knows the exact dimensions of every inch of my body.

Actually, I am sure. I think most of the pictures out there are from my server.

[He just sort of grins] Paparazzi suck, I'll give you that.

[ So was Bruce Wayne, but he is a Special Cookie. ]

Did they figure it out from afar, or did they send people with tape measures to check out your abs?

[He's going to hell for this]

Little lower, sweetheart.

Tape measure and microscope, then.

Yardsticks and a wheelbarrow.

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