The Roof, Thursday Night

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Sure, it was cold out. And sure, it was dark. And kinda uncomfortable come to think of it.

Tony frowned at his seat on the edge of the roof, already starting to think of a way to make the roof heated. Because that wasn't going to be a bad idea that would end with whatever he created gaining sentience and trying to kill him.

Really.

But, for now, it was sulky emo thoughtful brooding. Take that Bruce Wayne.

[[Open roof is open!]]

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to convince people back home that all this is real."

Until he starts fighting crime.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"My butler believes me," Bruce said. "But I'm not sure anyone else would. It's one of the joys of this place."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure my guardian thinks I need therapy." Which might help, but this is Marvel and there would be none of that.