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[See Tony. See Tony with a gun he'd nicked from some drunken hobo in exchange for his watch. See Tony slamming down his communicator on a table and holding said gun up with a rather casual air as he looks around and-]

... Sweet mother of all that's technological and holy-

[He's mumbling, his entire body going slack as an awed and almost teary-eyed expression comes over his face. Because the room he'd found himself in? Yeah. It's the back warehouse of Gotham's version of best-buy. Picked clean of the more expensive things, and most everything else is broken and looted but it's still technology and metal and gears and dear baby Jesus is that a computer?]

Oh, baby, I'm in love. I don't give a crap- I'm in love. [And then he's picking up the communicator and just kind of excitedly showing everyone his goddamn beautiful haul.] If I disappear for the next few days, this is where I am. In robotics heaven.

[He does pause, though, as he turns a corner and finds what seems to be some shelving units that haven't been installed, and he makes a thoughtful noise under his breath.] ... Yeah, this could work.

Hey. [He taps the microphone, obnoxiously] Anyone out there with an inch of sanity and a blow torch? I kind of need one.

[ooc: and so begins Tony staying up for two days straight and barricading himself in his brand new workshop! He'll be emerging with some pretty half-assed helper bots (he has their coding memorized, knows how they go together, could do it in his sleep, he's just been missing the tech he needed to make them) and after that three days of constant work and maybe an hour of sleep? He'll be emerging in a crude, not-so-indestructible Iron Man suit. Because if he can build one in a cave in Afghanistan under constant torture and surveillance? He can sure has hell make one in a run-down electronics store with minimal distractions.

Of course, most of this will no-doubt be destroyed in villain battles and he'll mourn his bots for weeks, but hey. When Tony Stark is left alone and with tech? He builds.]

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Genius, tech, intimate knowledge of weaponry and the ability to make any computer related device my bitch in about fifty seven seconds.

I can also fly. And shoot things. And throw cars around.

[... do a guy taking over his company and an army of fighting robots and a guy with energy whips count as real supervillains?]

Oh, and the ability to piss anyone in a five mile radius off within thirty seconds.

Maybe tone down the last part. I meant what I said about the whackjobs who think they're running the place now.

Hey, never underestimate the power of being annoying.

[Seriously]

Find me some bright red paint and I can make a damn good distraction.

I'll keep an eye out.

Keep in touch.

Will do. Especially for paint.

[Even if he'll probably just disappear until his suit is finished because uh...

Tony rarely remembers to eat while working on something, so unless a check-in comes with promises of coffee, he'll probably forget about that whole staying in contact thing]

[Dick will keep an eye out! But no promises, Tony. :c]

[He'll find the paint one way or another, don't you worry.

But oh, hey. That's right.

He had that question]

So what's your deal? Some sort of hero back where you come from?

I guess you could say that. [There's maybe a little more wryness than is strictly forgivable coming from Batman, but. You don't know real Batman so he's slipping it in anyway.]

And this is where I come from. More or less.

[He hums under his breath, kind of absently speaking as he messes with coding on a keyboard, the little clicks the only things being heard on his end right now, other than his voice.]

Okay, not superhero. Vigilante? Assassin? Government agent? Average guy who likes to beat people up?

I've seen all types, lately.

[That second bit gets him to pause what he's doing, though]

Any information you'd like to share? Like maybe, what the hell made this place blow up?

[Dick ignores the first question and moves right on to the next two.]

There was a break out from Arkham Asylum orchestrated by a psychopath who goes by the Joker. He destroyed the tunnels and bridges to the mainland and a couple other landmarks, and killed most of the police department.

Usually, the city's under the protection of Batman and his partners, but most of them have been missing since the break out happened. I don't know why, or how, but I'm working on making up for lost time and figuring out what happened.

[There. Not directly stating it, but definitely implying that he's involved in that whole thing.]

[He whistles, impressed by the sheer magnitude of what Dick's saying here]

Prison break and none of the city's keepers? Damn. Sounds like a messed-up video game.

I'll be up and running asap, but do you have a non-barge communicator? I'd rather work through tech I get than the string and paperclip funhouse we have on the ship.

Should be easier to get a panic signal out that way if you need flying back-up.

I do, yeah. Send me your coordinates and I can be right over.

[And he does. He's not near any of the more active battlegrounds right now, but that'd been on purpose after a few hours of crawling around.]

Knock first. Can't guarantee I won't have booby trapped the door before you get here.

Will do.

[And he'll be there shortly thereafter. He maybe got a little held up by some Batman stuff, but he is knocking. As. Bizarre as that probably looks to anyone watching.]

[There's the sound of a door-muffled curse and some things falling, but after a second of scrambling and scraping, the door's being opened, Dick waved in absently so Tony can close the door and reattach the trigger to the little warning explosive he'd had set up to the wall.

He turns around, then, sticking his hand out for a greeting shake with an... actually excited grin. He's in engineering heaven right now.]

Personally, I would have axed the cowl and cape back at the seamstress, but hey. To each their own.

[He accepts the handshake with a sort of sheepish smile.] They're handier than you'd think.

[Which is... kind of a lie, he way prefers his Nightwing uniform. It was lighter and easier to move around in, even if the cowl did add some extra protection if you got whacked on the head. And the glider-cape was a cool new addition he could totally get used to.

He reaches into a pouch of his utility belt and hands over a commlink. It's small enough to be easily incorporated into the suit, and is pretty high tech, and therefore something Tony's probably totally used to working with.] Your suit has an air filtration system?

[He's instantly snatching up the little com, stepping back into a chair and sliding himself across the floor on its wheels, all so he can peer at it under the lamp he'd found to light up the more... delicate parts of what he's working with.]

Just a basic one, due to time constraints. If I have time to upgrade it I will, but yeah. Not completely airtight by any means, but it'll keep air flowing and keep the entire system from frying.

[He glances up, satisfied with the com as he places it down, just leaning back in his chair and raising his eyebrows]

Something in the air I should know about?

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