fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

So, Ramona and Tony had had a bet. Or a dare. Whatever, same kind of thing. It had taken her entirely too long, but she had washed the dye out of her hair, and actually added a nice little brown sheen to it, but nevertheless, it was her natural color.

She thought it looked weird -- and not like her at all -- but whatever, she was the clear winner here. And why was that? Because of the boy in the towel.

Even if he was refusing to remove it. She knew what color his hair was under there. Which was why she'd dragged Tony out to the common room, to 'socialize.'

Look, even if Ramona preferred having her hair in pinks or turquoises or oranges or whatever, she knew she was going to get a lot less laughter thrown her way. And it was all his fault for (a) agreeing, and (b) letting her pick the color. Oh, Tony.

So she'd turned on the TV in an effort to pretend like she was doing something other than making fun of poor, innocent, pink-haired Tony, but really, she was keeping an eye on him to keep him from bolting, and on the door to see who would come to look.

[open common room is open! Ramona is a brunette for the time being, and Tony will have pink hair, yes. :)]

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"Same shirt," Tony replied dryly. Because he was from a CGI series and changing their clothing was expensive.

"Did you shave?" Bruce checked.

"...shave what?"

DAMN IT BRUCE.

"Hmm. Guess not. I just can't place what's different," Bruce said.

Tony just rolled his eyes at that. "Hi, Bruce. I dyed my hair and you've gone blind. Anything else new happen?"

"Actually Ramona dyed your hair, right?" Bruce asked.

He couldn't even picture Tony trying to dye his own hair. Actually, yes he could and the thought was entertaining. But he was going to leave it at that.

"But not much else new, no. Except that my hair is still its natural color."

"Oh, shut up," Tony said, flopping back on the couch. "I never actually thought she'd go through with it."

"Thanks for letting me know I should take her at her word," Bruce said.

"Ha ha." Tony flicked a piece of lint at him. "So, was the weekend as crazy as radio made it sound?"

"What you weren't lucky enough to have a kid or three running around?" Bruce asked.

"I hope not. I was hiding in my lab all weekend." Like a sane person.

"I didn't realize you had a lab around here," Bruce said. Yes, he was immediately honing in on that.

"Yeah, well. I needed a place to work where I wouldn't bother people."

AND HE COULD FIGHT CRIME.

"Did you just take over one of the science labs?" Bruce asked.

"No, I found a place in town."

FROM WHICH TO FIGHT CRIME.

"Where? I've been looking to invest in some space myself," Bruce said. "And if your lab is secure enough to keep from finding out about the kids I'm intrigued."

"I heard about it on the radio," Tony added. "Just over in that warehouse district."

Underground, where people can't find it. Unless they're Black Panther and you BRING THEM THERE, TONY.

"They're renting those out now?" Bruce asked.

"I bought one." Totally did not.

"I'll have to look into that," Bruce said, suggesting that he would buy one for himself, but actually meaning checking in on whether or not Tony bought one because he totally didn't. "Thanks for the tip."

"It's more privacy, at least. And I miss having the room to work on my ideas."

"Not one for just jotting things down in a notebook?" Bruce asked.

Tony snorted. "Plans don't come alive until you actually start working on it. It's easier to find flaws that way too."

"I've experienced that once or twice," Bruce admitted.

Which was how he dropped himself from the rafters of one of the warehouses one night.

Twice in that night.

"Really?"

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