Bruce Wayne Tony Stark Novels & Stories

But I'm glad he considered it important enough to leave his city and come accommodate in mine for a few days. I rolled my eyes, finding Xan first as I entered the luxurious suite. His coat was removed and laying next to him on the couch while a laptop lay in his lap. "Hello, Bruce." They call me Bruce Wayne because I have (kind of) inexhaustible riches in my possession. Thanks to the hundreds of businesses I run as a businessman. The money I make from the mafia is an addition to it. "Still messing with your laptop, huh?" I patted his back and settled down next to him.

Damon says with a smile. "Besides him, you remind me of Tony Stark. You know Iron Man. You are a lot like him. You don't give a damn what you say. Perhaps we should go to the boutique first. I do not want to run into Sienna again," I say. Damon just looks at me and smiles. "Tony Stark ... hmm, I like that. I have been called really bad names by women, but I was never a superhero in their eyes," He says, amused.

I caught him going through my watch collection, stuffing his pockets with Rolexes and Audemars. I didn’t have my security get rid of him; I tossed him out on his ass myself. See, I’m not like the rest of those billionaire CEOs you see on TV being heralded as geniuses when really, they just stole other people’s work and passed it off as their own. I am a hands-on guy who came from nothing, and no matter how many expensive suits or supercars I buy, I guess I still have a bit of that working-man’s mentality in me. I’m less Bill Gates and more Tony Stark—only without the Iron Man suit.

“I mean, I buy one thing online and suddenly I have ads all for everything related. How do you not have A****n know what you're buying?” “They guy who owns A****n is a billionaire too, you know,” Carter explained. “He has his own secret superhero identity and thus makes sure that we all get to preserve ours. It's a group effort.” “I guess that means you know all the other heroes,” Mia said. “I've always wanted to meet Green Arrow. What's he like?” “Boring,” Carter said quickly. “He's totally and completely boring and you don't ever want to meet him. Batman is way better. And stronger. And better looking.”

It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way. The car comes to stop about 15 feet from us and out come two human police detectives. One them I know. Scott Buckingham, a good-looking guy (well, good-looking as far as humans go) with deep brown eyes and light brown hair that always looks like he has bed head. Add to that his slightly crooked smile that shows off his perfectly arranged, white teeth and he has the kind of easy, all-American boy good looks that you’d expect to find in a movie about a high school football team. Except he’s no longer a high school student, instead he’s actually my age. The other guy, shorter and stockier than Scott but cute in his own way with reddish-brown

I smiled but pressed my lips when Aliyah creased her forehead, not liking how I described them. I narrowed my eyes, gazing at the two men in front of me. “Frank’s the Captain America, and Finn’s the Superman.”

I didn't realize that until I turned to him. "Deal." I said and I turned straight to the TV again. My body froze when Ares slowly creeped his hand to mine. My body went numb when he's successfully holding it. I really want to push his hand so bad or maybe get mad at him but I can't. Some part of me wants to give him a chance even though another part of me hating it. "What do you like about Tony Stark?" He asked and I turned to him slowly. "He's realistic and I love that. He's smart even though he's arrogant." I answered as I looked into his eyes.

They could both be completely at ease and comfortable around one another, and it was a relief to him that Dillon didn't have to hide anything from him anymore. "Yo, can we watch 'The Dark Knight' after this?" Dillon rolled over onto his side to look at him when 'Iron Man' was almost over. "Dark Knight? We watchin' 'Iron Man', who is modern day Batman. We gotta watch the second one first," Tony said after turned his head towards him and pointed to the screen. "I love Iron Man, you know that, but pleeease can we watch The Dark Knight?" "What is it with you and that movie? Hell, you n' Batman? You havin' a thing with him? Hehehee."

“VP! GD!” VP, the one rocking the bottle of Sputnik Rose-flavored vodka is an all-rounder butler. He takes orders from all the higher ups but is usually discreet in obeying them; perks of being a half-Russian. Unfortunately, the opposite is to be expected from his mouth. The one behind him was GD, drinking a cocktail with one of those umbrellas Phil Coulson hates. Why didn't I order that? Albert thought to himself. GD was the "Tony Stark" of the butlers. Although they only use that as a definition for his brain, and never on his personality.

A graph appears on the laptop screen; the words Oslo Industry Enterprise Holding are at the top of the chart. “Oslo??!” I asked curiously, as usual. “I don’t like long-winded names,” Sean replied. “Are you like Tony Stark??” I looked at Sean with a questioning look; he seemed frowning. “Tony Stark? Who is he?” I roll my eyes; everyone knows Tony Stark. “He is one of the superhero characters of Iron Man; he is rich, handsome, generous, but arrogant, just like you,” I explained, giving him a small smile. Sean seemed to think and laughed.