"Favor?" Tony could not help but be incredulous. Or, more importantly, filled to the brim with pride. But there was no law he couldn't be both. It wasn't every day that Batman came around looking for help, was it? That was an ego-swelling thought alone, let alone an actual event. But Tony supposed even Batman with his infamous bat-tools needed a hand or two when he was in a tight spot. And that was completely innuendo-free. Should be. Kind of.
Tony's eyes flicked over to the monitors, still showing that menacing silhouette in four-part screen display. To be honest, Batman was slightly more frightening in pixels, rather in real life. When you didn't see him in person. It was the cape. Or possibly the fact that he didn't look human on screen, whereas Tony could nitpick and pinpoint exactly what kind of material was protecting Batman from harm, and could reasonably guess at what the devices stashed in his belt did. It wasn't an exact science, ragging on Batman. But Tony was perfecting it, little by little.
Besides, the lower half of that face was bugging him now more than ever. And those razor-sharp gauntlet blades looked pretty menacing now that they were in full view. Tony regarded the structure for his own suit's hardware out of the corner of his eye with some precaution. He would rather not be sliced and diced before he had a chance to fight back. If there was, you know, going to be a fight.
He quirked his lips to the left, wary. "What kind of favor?"
"A favor," Batman repeated, dropping his hands to his sides once again. There was, of course, no real reason for him to be particularly worried about being found out. Even if Tony had the slightest inkling of who was under the suit, he would likely laugh that suspicion off, dismissing Bruce as not intelligent or crafty enough to pull it off. Or so Batman hoped. Regardless, the cowl was fixed on his head in the event that Tony tried to pull it off, so he had very little worry that he would be exposed.
He stepped forward once again, maintaining a polite distance between the two of them. Batman wasn't friendly.
Okay, prideful feeling gone, angry annoyance right back where it was. There was no way, no way, he was letting the flying rodent touch his masterpiece of technology, not for a favor, not for anything. Jarvis was Tony's creation and Tony's alone. A flat out refusal.
Then again, it must have been important to fly all the way there instead- no.
Batman rolled his eyes, having anticipated Tony's reaction beforehand. He hadn't expected to be welcomed with open arms, especially considering Tony's obvious derision towards him for reasons that he was not entirely sure of. Clearly this wasn't going to get done without some kind of witty rhetoric, but frankly Batman didn't have the time to argue. He needed to find out what was disturbing Superman's body chemistry and he couldn't let something else horrific happen while he was arguing with Tony. Removing the cowl could either help or hurt his case and he was not willing to take the risk.
"I've been called persuasive before," he said darkly, stepping closer once more and pulling a small, clear bottle out of his utility belt. Batman held it in his palm and shook it gently before exposing it to the light so that Tony had a clear view of it. "This is a diluted solution of potassium chloride, an odorless crystalline solid in its pure form. It can be injected to replenish potassium or electrolytes. In high concentrations, its effects are lethal."
Batman walked suddenly closer to Tony until they were standing just inches apart. "This solution does not contain enough potassium chloride to trigger cardiac arrest in the typical man, but I've heard," he leaned forward and brushed the arc reactor with his gloved hand, "that you have a heart condition."
Tony narrowed his eyes, frowning at the clear liquid within the vial Batman held between two inky, crooked fingers. He'd simply love to think those threats were idle, but he'd seen what Batman would do, where he would go, and it wasn't difficult to understand what would happen if he didn't comply. Not to mention their close proximity was giving him irritating chills up and down his sides. Familiar, yet so completely wrong. This was a level of infuriating awkwardness he didn't think he could possibly achieve in his own home.
Against his own will, he shuddered as the vial brushed just over the surface of his arc reactor, through the cotton of the ratty tank he'd thrown on just before lunch, and it almost shocked him to realize just how sensitive he'd become to a casual touch to the piece of metal and wiring that was keeping him alive. With a glare, he pushed Batman's hand away and put a comfortable distance between them.
He didn't want to give up his AI to the likes of a man who could make him uncomfortable with just a few hoarse words. Okay, make that more than few. And he didn't want to give up his AI, period. Jarvis was not some communal analyzation tool.
"Give me a reason I should let you into my sandbox." Tony said. "Then, I might just let you play with my toys."
Batman turned around and walked several feet away before turning again towards Tony and kicking him firmly in the stomach hard enough to shock him, but not enough to hurt him. In an instant, he'd shoved Tony down onto the ground on his back and pinned him by the ribs with one knee.
"I don't have time for a conversation with you," he said, gripping Tony's chin with one hand hard enough to cause bruises and forcing their eyes to meet. Batman reached the other hand to his belt to find a small syringe and shove it through the lid of the vial, pulling out the plunger one-handed. He let the mostly-empty vial roll away from them and shoved a hand against Tony, who he suspected would be trying to push him off more vehemently soon. Waving the syringe in Tony's face, Batman moved his hand from gripping Tony's chin and his fingers found a sweat-slicked arm. He brushed his thumb over Tony's forearm, lightly tracing a vein before looking again into his eyes. "You've got nice arms, Stark. It would be a shame to use one of them to kill you."
Batman leaned back, decreasing some of the pressure on Tony's ribs. "You know what Superman is capable of. Your AI is the most advanced piece of technology that can do everything I need done. You don't have a choice."
Tony's head hit the floor with a crack and he saw stars explode in front of his eyes. Everything blurred like a glossy watercolor. His lungs protested when he drew in a surprised mouthful of air and he coughed on it, breathing hard, like he'd run a mile; the arc reactor pulsed and his chest with it. Batman's knee dug into his sternum painfully, just below the reactor, and his back screamed at him when he tried to move. The veins in his arm stood out with the stress of simultaneously trying to avoid the tip of the dripping syringe and the effort of keeping himself alert.
He almost barked as the tip of the syringe threatened to puncture his skin. No.
For a second, Tony pondered the thought of struggling, but decided against it. There was no way he was going to win. Shitty situation, yes. But apparently completely mandatory. And it wasn't like Jarvis could do anything about it. Calling Pepper would be stupid, too. It wasn't like she could take on Batman, not with a clipboard and a pair of heels. Okay, well, the mental image did not take away the hilarity, but the notion was still a pointless one.
The pressure on his ribs eased. Tony hissed, glaring. "You know, if you inject me with that, I won't be able to give Jarvis the command to respond to other people's orders. If you don't get off me now, you won't get to see your science project through."
"You're incapable of issuing that command just before you go into cardiac arrest and your stomach is being smashed in? Please, continue pretending that I'm not going to win. You're nothing without your armor to protect you. Nothing that a little chemical solution couldn't destroy. I have a dozen ways to kill you right now, and I'm not above using that force to get what I need. Not all of them are as quick and simple as cardiac arrest and death, Stark." Okay, he was aware that he was overdoing it a bit. He could have said that in two sentences and sounded more menacing. Batman pushed again on Tony's chest with one knee until the gasping for air shtick got old.
"Would you rather I try another method of persuasion?" Trailing that knee down Tony's abdomen and across the front of his pants, Batman shoved it between his legs and leaned forward. "Is it embarrassing that you're turned on with nothing but a touch? And... from the Batman? I'm sure your little boyfriend would be very interested."
Batman didn't want Tony to enjoy it too much, so he pressed his knee further forward so that the touch became what he suspected was slightly painful. "Convinced yet? I could certainly go on... You seem to be enjoying it well enough."
Tony felt like throwing his head back again just to rid himself of the feeling. He had already been half-hard when Batman touched his chest, the reactor, with the syringe, and now he gritted his teeth to stop the groan that bubbled up in the back of his throat at the light brush of cold kevlar. Batman's words sailed right over his head- he couldn't even pay attention, his heart was pounding in his ears. This was wrong. Totally wrong. Fuck his sensitivity.
He turned his eyes to scowl up at the man above him, so close, too close for comfort. Again, that jolt of familiarity hung somewhere in the back of his head, taunting him. This was completely unfair- fuck, now that did not feel good even a little bit.
"Get off of me." Tony snarled. He was helpless. This sucked. It sucked even more that he was turned on and that he couldn't do anything about it, Batman literally looming over him with his thigh wedged in just right, just enough to feel the heat, cape blocking anything from view, enclosing them in some sort of hellish pit of despair. He wondered if Jarvis was recording all of this. And why he wasn't responding, or asking questions- if he was, by god, actually learning from this. Tony closed his eyes and wished the world would open up and swallow him so he didn't have to deal with anything, ever again.
Or deal with Batman ever again. Because this was too awkward for words.
Batman thrust his knee forward once more, watching the conflicting emotions across Tony's face with some satisfaction. It was nice to know that he could coax this reaction out of him no matter which persona he had on at any given moment. Tony's thighs clenched around his knee and he rocked backwards, planted his hands on Tony's knees, and spread his legs apart. From this angle, he planted his thigh more firmly between Tony's legs and pressed downwards harshly. He managed a throaty laugh when Tony bucked up against him and released his breath with a hiss.
"Get off of you?" Batman repeated, taking Tony's chin in one of his hands again. "That's too bad. I know you'd want this under... other circumstances."
He lessened the pressure but did not get up quite yet. Leaning forward until his lips would brush Tony's with very little effort, he whispered, "Issue the command."
Why, yes, indeed, Jarvis and/or Pepper, this is completely what it looks like, and I'm still totally uncomfortable with it. Tony mocked to himself. Yep. Batman's just molesting me in my own shop, not a big thing, really, I can explain. You see, it all just happened so fast-
And then Batman was this close to kissing him. That was about when Tony decided that this had turned into the Worst Day Of His Life, or maybe the Most Interesting Day of His Life, because as of now he couldn't exactly say he wasn't enjoying it. Just. Nevermind his cock, it was only a little jumpy today and didn't actually want what it was asking for. Really. No, really. Ohfuckthatfeltgood-
Their mere proximity, and quite possibily the heat, was making him suffocate. Batman's gloved fingers threatened to burn right through his skin. Idly, Tony wondered how the hell Batman wasn't dying of heat stroke inside that black, insulated suit of his. And then he reminded himself of the more... pressing... matter at hand, and decided he wouldn't comment. Besides, he was more than a little distracted by the way Batman's thigh muscles were bunching up with tension and consequently rubbing against him with little to no restraint. He was fuzzy-headed already from the way his skull had hit the floor, but now he was positive he was glassy-eyed and totally breathless. In retrospect, he probably looked kind of desperate, lying there on the floor with Batman bending over him and not actually doing anything to stop him... oh... kay, yes, maybe he should, you know, get with the program.
He gritted his teeth and tried no to move involuntarily any more than he absolutely had to. It was tempting, and almost in his nature, to lean up to bite the lips just a scant milimeter from his own. But that would have been rude. Not to mention, well, kind of wrong.
Well, fuck it. He was not going to deal with this any more than he had to.
"Fine," he managed. "Jarvis, give the man whatever the fuck he wants."
Patting the side of Tony's face patronizingly, Batman smirked, pushing the syringe back where he had gotten it from, careful to avoid pushing in the plunger.
One moment later and Batman had leveraged himself up and off of Tony in one shockingly graceful movement, reaching down to haul Tony back to his feet less gently than he could have. He then took another vial from his belt, only large enough to hold a few teaspoons of substance inside of it, and he sat on the stool provided. Setting the vial down and pulling the top off, he looked hesitantly at the display, not knowing precisely where he should speak to. Tony breathed down his neck; Batman contemplated elbowing him in the stomach to get him to back off, but he wasn't interested in more physicality at the moment. If the kevlar wasn't so restraining? Perhaps.
"Okay... Jarvis... scan this. Magnify it to seven thousand times." Batman was unsure if he should say "please". He decided against it.
Tony's eyes flicked over to the monitors, still showing that menacing silhouette in four-part screen display. To be honest, Batman was slightly more frightening in pixels, rather in real life. When you didn't see him in person. It was the cape. Or possibly the fact that he didn't look human on screen, whereas Tony could nitpick and pinpoint exactly what kind of material was protecting Batman from harm, and could reasonably guess at what the devices stashed in his belt did. It wasn't an exact science, ragging on Batman. But Tony was perfecting it, little by little.
Besides, the lower half of that face was bugging him now more than ever. And those razor-sharp gauntlet blades looked pretty menacing now that they were in full view. Tony regarded the structure for his own suit's hardware out of the corner of his eye with some precaution. He would rather not be sliced and diced before he had a chance to fight back. If there was, you know, going to be a fight.
He quirked his lips to the left, wary. "What kind of favor?"
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He stepped forward once again, maintaining a polite distance between the two of them. Batman wasn't friendly.
"I need your AI."
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Okay, prideful feeling gone, angry annoyance right back where it was. There was no way, no way, he was letting the flying rodent touch his masterpiece of technology, not for a favor, not for anything. Jarvis was Tony's creation and Tony's alone. A flat out refusal.
Then again, it must have been important to fly all the way there instead- no.
"Get your own," He snapped.
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"I've been called persuasive before," he said darkly, stepping closer once more and pulling a small, clear bottle out of his utility belt. Batman held it in his palm and shook it gently before exposing it to the light so that Tony had a clear view of it. "This is a diluted solution of potassium chloride, an odorless crystalline solid in its pure form. It can be injected to replenish potassium or electrolytes. In high concentrations, its effects are lethal."
Batman walked suddenly closer to Tony until they were standing just inches apart. "This solution does not contain enough potassium chloride to trigger cardiac arrest in the typical man, but I've heard," he leaned forward and brushed the arc reactor with his gloved hand, "that you have a heart condition."
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Against his own will, he shuddered as the vial brushed just over the surface of his arc reactor, through the cotton of the ratty tank he'd thrown on just before lunch, and it almost shocked him to realize just how sensitive he'd become to a casual touch to the piece of metal and wiring that was keeping him alive. With a glare, he pushed Batman's hand away and put a comfortable distance between them.
He didn't want to give up his AI to the likes of a man who could make him uncomfortable with just a few hoarse words. Okay, make that more than few. And he didn't want to give up his AI, period. Jarvis was not some communal analyzation tool.
"Give me a reason I should let you into my sandbox." Tony said. "Then, I might just let you play with my toys."
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"I don't have time for a conversation with you," he said, gripping Tony's chin with one hand hard enough to cause bruises and forcing their eyes to meet. Batman reached the other hand to his belt to find a small syringe and shove it through the lid of the vial, pulling out the plunger one-handed. He let the mostly-empty vial roll away from them and shoved a hand against Tony, who he suspected would be trying to push him off more vehemently soon. Waving the syringe in Tony's face, Batman moved his hand from gripping Tony's chin and his fingers found a sweat-slicked arm. He brushed his thumb over Tony's forearm, lightly tracing a vein before looking again into his eyes. "You've got nice arms, Stark. It would be a shame to use one of them to kill you."
Batman leaned back, decreasing some of the pressure on Tony's ribs. "You know what Superman is capable of. Your AI is the most advanced piece of technology that can do everything I need done. You don't have a choice."
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Tony's head hit the floor with a crack and he saw stars explode in front of his eyes. Everything blurred like a glossy watercolor. His lungs protested when he drew in a surprised mouthful of air and he coughed on it, breathing hard, like he'd run a mile; the arc reactor pulsed and his chest with it. Batman's knee dug into his sternum painfully, just below the reactor, and his back screamed at him when he tried to move. The veins in his arm stood out with the stress of simultaneously trying to avoid the tip of the dripping syringe and the effort of keeping himself alert.
He almost barked as the tip of the syringe threatened to puncture his skin. No.
For a second, Tony pondered the thought of struggling, but decided against it. There was no way he was going to win. Shitty situation, yes. But apparently completely mandatory. And it wasn't like Jarvis could do anything about it. Calling Pepper would be stupid, too. It wasn't like she could take on Batman, not with a clipboard and a pair of heels. Okay, well, the mental image did not take away the hilarity, but the notion was still a pointless one.
The pressure on his ribs eased. Tony hissed, glaring. "You know, if you inject me with that, I won't be able to give Jarvis the command to respond to other people's orders. If you don't get off me now, you won't get to see your science project through."
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"Would you rather I try another method of persuasion?" Trailing that knee down Tony's abdomen and across the front of his pants, Batman shoved it between his legs and leaned forward. "Is it embarrassing that you're turned on with nothing but a touch? And... from the Batman? I'm sure your little boyfriend would be very interested."
Batman didn't want Tony to enjoy it too much, so he pressed his knee further forward so that the touch became what he suspected was slightly painful. "Convinced yet? I could certainly go on... You seem to be enjoying it well enough."
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Tony felt like throwing his head back again just to rid himself of the feeling. He had already been half-hard when Batman touched his chest, the reactor, with the syringe, and now he gritted his teeth to stop the groan that bubbled up in the back of his throat at the light brush of cold kevlar. Batman's words sailed right over his head- he couldn't even pay attention, his heart was pounding in his ears. This was wrong. Totally wrong. Fuck his sensitivity.
He turned his eyes to scowl up at the man above him, so close, too close for comfort. Again, that jolt of familiarity hung somewhere in the back of his head, taunting him. This was completely unfair- fuck, now that did not feel good even a little bit.
"Get off of me." Tony snarled. He was helpless. This sucked. It sucked even more that he was turned on and that he couldn't do anything about it, Batman literally looming over him with his thigh wedged in just right, just enough to feel the heat, cape blocking anything from view, enclosing them in some sort of hellish pit of despair. He wondered if Jarvis was recording all of this. And why he wasn't responding, or asking questions- if he was, by god, actually learning from this. Tony closed his eyes and wished the world would open up and swallow him so he didn't have to deal with anything, ever again.
Or deal with Batman ever again. Because this was too awkward for words.
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"Get off of you?" Batman repeated, taking Tony's chin in one of his hands again. "That's too bad. I know you'd want this under... other circumstances."
He lessened the pressure but did not get up quite yet. Leaning forward until his lips would brush Tony's with very little effort, he whispered, "Issue the command."
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And then Batman was this close to kissing him. That was about when Tony decided that this had turned into the Worst Day Of His Life, or maybe the Most Interesting Day of His Life, because as of now he couldn't exactly say he wasn't enjoying it. Just. Nevermind his cock, it was only a little jumpy today and didn't actually want what it was asking for. Really. No, really. Ohfuckthatfeltgood-
Their mere proximity, and quite possibily the heat, was making him suffocate. Batman's gloved fingers threatened to burn right through his skin. Idly, Tony wondered how the hell Batman wasn't dying of heat stroke inside that black, insulated suit of his. And then he reminded himself of the more... pressing... matter at hand, and decided he wouldn't comment. Besides, he was more than a little distracted by the way Batman's thigh muscles were bunching up with tension and consequently rubbing against him with little to no restraint. He was fuzzy-headed already from the way his skull had hit the floor, but now he was positive he was glassy-eyed and totally breathless. In retrospect, he probably looked kind of desperate, lying there on the floor with Batman bending over him and not actually doing anything to stop him... oh... kay, yes, maybe he should, you know, get with the program.
He gritted his teeth and tried no to move involuntarily any more than he absolutely had to. It was tempting, and almost in his nature, to lean up to bite the lips just a scant milimeter from his own. But that would have been rude. Not to mention, well, kind of wrong.
Well, fuck it. He was not going to deal with this any more than he had to.
"Fine," he managed. "Jarvis, give the man whatever the fuck he wants."
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One moment later and Batman had leveraged himself up and off of Tony in one shockingly graceful movement, reaching down to haul Tony back to his feet less gently than he could have. He then took another vial from his belt, only large enough to hold a few teaspoons of substance inside of it, and he sat on the stool provided. Setting the vial down and pulling the top off, he looked hesitantly at the display, not knowing precisely where he should speak to. Tony breathed down his neck; Batman contemplated elbowing him in the stomach to get him to back off, but he wasn't interested in more physicality at the moment. If the kevlar wasn't so restraining? Perhaps.
"Okay... Jarvis... scan this. Magnify it to seven thousand times." Batman was unsure if he should say "please". He decided against it.
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