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[liverletdie]

WHO: a_dark_crusader and iron_liver
WHAT: GETTIN' SOMETHING OF HIS BRO'S BACK FROM A JERKFACE
WHERE: Seattle.
WHEN: SUNDAY NIGHT... backdated like bawses.
WARNINGS: Assholes and their asshole faces
SUMMARY: Batman has something of Thor's and Tony's gonna make sure it doesn't get taken by someone who shouldn't have it

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[a_dark_crusader]

[ Bruce sees him on the scanner long before he arrives, giving him time to secure the premises. If he has to guess why he's here, it would be the hammer. He gives the gnarled stick a glance before putting on some music, pouring himself a drink, and taking a seat towards the window. He wanted to appear as natural and at home as possible. The best thing he could do was let Tony think he was the one leaving the dramatic impression; if anyone knew about entrances, it was Bruce. ]

[liverletdie]

[ Tony flies in. He'd already pulled the information of his location from his computers, and when he swooped closer, he had a choice. Window, or door. He decided for the window, and flew up, hovering.

Oh good, he was sitting by the window. It always made things less dramatic when he had to tap the window to get their attention, if the sound of his jets didn't alert them.

Peering into the room, he was already getting information about everything inside the room he could from visual cues. Was that an Agnes Martin? Nice. He could appreciate good artwork in a room, and that was very fine. ]

[a_dark_crusader]

[ Right on time. Bruce sets his drink aside and stands, taking a moment to throw on a robe before he moves to open the window; it's very cold outside, after all. With a flick, he unclasps the window pane and pulls it open. A cool gust of wind hits him in the face, though he looks otherwise collected. ]

Tony Stark? I could have had the doorman let you in. Still, please, come in.

[liverletdie]

Doormen never do appreciate listening to metal boots on the marble, Mr. Wayne. It makes them nervous, and flying in is so much more convenient.

[ He does step in, and as he does, the faceplate of his suit moves out with a slight sound of decompression, before it slid up, and hovered over the top of his head. He'd already semi-retracted the underarmor, leaving a full head of hair still perfectly in place. He looked around, and his eye caught sight of a wooden staff. Oh yes, that was it, but the minuscule gesture wasn't enough of a pause to be noticeable. He continued scanning, before his eyes caught the painting. He stared at that instead. ]