Bruce Wayne
Noob I
I don't have time for distractions.
Posts: 4 
Faction: Justice League/DC Universe
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1B3Mgklfd0
Original Universe: DC
Discord Tag: Davakin#3166
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 8, 2019 2:15:47 GMT
Beyond the ordinary.
Perhaps the best way one could have described the circumstances that had brought him to this strange world. A world that, within the few days he'd been there, he'd already scoured to the very corners of it's multi-national social media for clues. A world riddled with mysteries, secrets and surprises that had even him questioning the reality of his own universe, his own home. And while he had questions that deserved answers only one location had sprung forward to him with the most promise, outside of the Justice League station, of information worth pilfering.
Stark Tower.
Or as the locals had begun to call it, The Avengers Tower. An impressive tower that loomed over the entirety of New York like a homing beacon screaming to be noticed. What he did not know, what he desired to know, was what secrets were hidden within. What tales the building had to tell beyond that of what it exuded from it's gaudy exterior.
That said, with what time he had to examine the building, he had found the security for the building to be rather less extraordinary than the people that occupied it. He had easily bypassed the power supply by rooting out it's secure private network through a remote server using an encrypted grouping algorithm; an act that had made planting a timed disruption rhythm to the buildings security grid just that less tiring. Once that had been done he made short work of the various security measures that might, relatively easily, identify him even under the cover of darkness, and found his way to what he believed to be the archive.
The inside of the building was curious. Each floor seemed to serve the purpose of expanding upon the floor above or serving as entirely different branch of what he believed to be an overarching company. Something that he readily accepted as a similarity to the very same building he used as his headquarters for his families company. Though, while he was inclined to pay high regards to the owner of the company, he had to also demean the way the entire building seemed to exude the ego that stemmed from that very same individual. It seemed as though this "Tony Stark" cared a great deal for himself.
Perhaps a bit too much.
Dissuading that line of thought, removing himself from the distraction that was an inquiry into a single individual's personality, he found his way to the highest and most relevant floor he could find. One that, while it did not appear to be the source of the buildings archive, appeared on his initial scans of the building's network and plans to be the source of the most important activities and information.
And one that he was quick to thoroughly scour for anything and everything he could find.
Starting with a variety of what appeared to be suits lining the wall near a New York viewing window, he made his way towards a console at the center of the room. One that seemed far too valuable to be ignored, and one that seemed the most likely to be well protected. Even with the security measures temporarily in flux he knew that nothing ever was as it seemed upon the surface. As such, as he went to work on the console, he took every measure he could to dig through the computer's files in a way that would leave his tampering undetected.
He may not have been overly familiar with the design or capabilities of such advanced technology, but with a few well placed probes and hacks he figured he had at least a half an hour before anyone took notice to an intruder digging through the mainframe. And that was a half an hour he was more than willing to cash out on as he went to work filtering through files and borrowing valuable information.
Borrowing being the gracious term, and contemporary theft being the one more applicable.
What he would discover would be, without a doubt, the revelation of this Earth's lifetime and perhaps the reward for the time he'd spent to get it.
Were it not for the variety of individuals that had entered the building from both the top and bottom floors mere moments after he'd a particularly special file.
After all:
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Post by Tony Stark on Oct 10, 2019 3:13:55 GMT
Tony walked down off the roof access as the lights slammed on, there was no other word for it, in his hands was a tablet like device though it was almost holographic in nature, he did not wear his armor. "Don't even try and run pal, I've been watching you scurry around for twenty minutes." Tony said waving the tablet, Toni and the others were coming up from the bottom because of her medical bed, Tony had been alerted to the intruder mid flight and asked to be dropped at the top, well he'd flown in, but that was neither here nor there. This man intrigued him. "What I want to know, is how you hacked into my mainframe, how you got into my building, and why you're here, you avoided guards, you avoided causing any harm so I figure Ratboy? You're dressed like a rat? Anyway, Either you're a hero from some other world, brought here like we where, or you're an assassin sent to kill me? Which I have to tell you, for your sake I hope it's not that last one." Tony said as he walked behind his bar some twenty feet from batman. "You like Scotch?" Tony said waving a bottle as a glass automatically rose from the bar and he poured a few fingers into the glass before taking a sip, Tony was more than on edge, but much like the time he had faced another horned person in this very room he acted with an uncouth casualness befitting his status and his confidence in his armor. ::Sir, he fits no known criminal databases of this world, or our's, nor any unknown masked heroes either. Would you like me to enact the Loki-Protocol sir?:: Tony listened as Friday spoke. "No Friday it's fine, if he was gonna attack me, he would have by now, unless he's a really good actor." Tony took another sip, and looked at the glass, it had been a really long day, he poured another finger and walked around the bar and sat down in a chair staring at The Batman, though he didn't know that's who it was. "If you wanted answers, it's politer to knock and ask, we have a bit of an open door policy here.." Tony finished, shaking his drink slightly and taking another sip his eyes never leaving the caped crusader before him, if batman looked closely he'd notice the blue glow emanating from Tony's chest under his loose t-shirt.
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Bruce Wayne
Noob I
I don't have time for distractions.
Posts: 4
Faction: Justice League/DC Universe
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1B3Mgklfd0
Original Universe: DC
Discord Tag: Davakin#3166
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 10, 2019 3:37:13 GMT
He'd expected this.
Almost as if on cue, as though every motion he'd made within the last few minutes were being watched, the lights began to flood the room as the download began to reach ninety percent. However, even as the man known as Tony Stark began to make what sounded like his typical rounds, Bruce did not even flinch until he knew the download had not yet been noticed. As such, with as graceful an edge as he could manage in his suit, he spun to face the unarmored man; bold in the face of an intruder but something he figured that this individual was quite used to.
"Your security is more impressive than I gave it credit for," he began as he kept his eyes averted slightly to focus on the rest of the activity in the room. In his ear he could hear Alfred delivering warnings about individuals arriving below and the various activities now beginning to light up the rest of the building. "However, every system has a hole that can be exploited or manipulated. I managed to do not only one, but both."
He continued, now finally turning his gaze to Tony and his drink, assessing the man's gait and expression carefully. He'd read some of this worlds artistic description of the would be superhero and had to note that most of it matched what he had begun to notice. He did not, however, underestimate the man for even a minute as the faint blue glow from beneath his shirt gave hint to a hidden element to the room he had not quite deciphered yet.
"As for who I am," he breathed in his characteristically lower tone to mask his voice with the assistance of an audio regulator. He could tell that every inch of this room was built to assist the technical genius in decipher the individuals in the room, and he was not going to take any chances with his identity being leaked. It was at the very least that he could be safe in the assumption that the man's reaction to him meant he had not been fully revealed as of yet. "They call me Batman, and from what I have seen so far I am not a threat to you.
Nor you, me." He finished as he took a light but cloaked half step back towards the console to allow for his belt receiver, which he had flicked on while his posture was turned away from the man, to receive any and all downloads that had finished during the duration of the conversation.
"As for where I'm from, you're correct in assuming I'm not from this world. But then again neither are you. The culture's media is a clear indicator of that." He breathed as he clicked another button his belt and heard Alfred's voice tell him that the information had been received. "And as for your open door policy, I find the level of security to be a heavy argument against that. Though, some would say that that is simply because of my inability to trust others very well."
He continued, trying to chat up the man as to keep him distracted from him making small motions beneath his cloak. When he had finished he let the cloak fall back just a bit so he could actually have a relaxed conversation; or rather relaxed in the sense most traditional to The Batman.
"You are Tony Stark, I presume? The Iron Man? Member, and theoretical leader, of the Avengers on a parallel Earth?" He asked as he turned to face the man fully once he'd removed and exposed the drive he'd plugged into the central console. With an extension of his arm and, as kindly as he could make it, gesture of his hand he offered the drive to Stark. "You might want to look into your mainframe's security. While Friday is discrete she's not discrete enough for me not to have noticed her periodic interference. I must admit that she posed a rather significant challenge. One I haven't had in a long time."
He finished and waited for Tony to take the drive before moving back to his position in the middle of the room. A position close to the window should he require a quick escape, and a position where he could see whoever entered the room in time to react to their every move. He was not about to be cornered in unfamiliar territory.
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Post by Tony Stark on Oct 24, 2019 5:28:03 GMT
Tony nodded along as The Batman talked. Sipping his drink and listening The tablet he had been looking at beeped once or twice quietly as Batmans download finished, which truth be told Tony had watched the bar fill up himself, everything on his suits, everything truly important was all in the most secure computer in the world, Batman would find basic information on the suits, but how they worked? His future plans? They was only one place to access that, and he doubted The Batman could read minds. This guy was quick, Tony had noticed his armor and in particular the belt he wore, which seemed unique to Tony. Unbeknownst though he doubted for long to batman, Tony had done a bit of snooping of his own, or rather FRIDAY had. "Friday is quite capable, though to be honest, my former A.I Jarvis was a bit more serious." Tony said thoughtfully, he set the tablet down again and took another sip. "No "The" by the way, Just Iron-man, or if you prefer the media's take The Invincible Iron-Man, which I don't by the way, and yes, I am the one and only Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy philanthropist at large." Tony said waving his drink casually around the room. Batman offered him something and Tony waved him down. "Keep it, everything is backed up ten times over, and then some, and all the important stuff. Well I keep that somewhere a bit more secure." Tony tapped his temple with his free hand. "I bet you do the same don't you? I'm sure of it." Tony noticed Batman inching towards the middle of the room and the rather large balcony window. "Listen, please don't break the windows, they're rather pricey to replace I'm just glad they made it through the transdimensional shift in one piece." Tony said sardonically as he pressed a button and the windows slid open so that if and when he was ready to leave Batman could just go, it was really a way of Tony saying he wasn't a prisoner and no ill would befall him and he hoped this enigma of a man would understand that. "You know who I am, yet I'm still clueless as to who you are, aside from your name, I take it you're a masked vigilante, honestly I never understood that, hiding your identity? Sure the old ideal that it protects those you love, but you know what else it protects? Your accountability." Tony stood and walked to the bar still facing the batman, and poured another drink, taking another sip he smacked his lips. "Before I became The Ironman, ha I'm contradicting myself, I was a weapons dealer, They called me the Merchant of Death, I thought my only buyer was the good ole US of A, but boy was I wrong, see I had massive contracts with them, guns I designed, rockets, missile systems you name it, my father Howard did it for them, hell my father even helped create Captain America, great guy you'll love him, he's the strong silent type too." Tony paused and took a sip before speaking again. "Now I went on a demonstration a few years ago, left my little girl here and everything, I was showing the U.S Military a new weapon which went off like a charm. Then my convoy was ambushed, attacked by my own tech. I was kidnapped, nearly died if it wasn't for a doctor and a car battery, this guy? He wanted my new missile system to use against our boys. Well I couldn't have that, so instead I made a makeshift weapons platform." Tony hit another button on the bar and one of the walls turned to reveal the pieces of the Mark -1 Iron Man armor. "That's it right there. It and that doctor saved my life, I fought my way out and that Doctor died. But there was hope, I could hold myself accountable. I had controlling interest in my fathers company, I was CEO, I cancelled all contracts for weapons manufacturing and promised the world I would move into other venues, which I've done, but I did create a new weapon, but not one that my enemies could buy and sell on the black market, but that I personally could use to protect the world, and I didn't stop there, I told the world, exactly who I was, I stood there as they wondered who this new armored hero was. And I told them I am Iron-Man, I pay for damages anyone causes, I stay accountable, and I always will, because if I don't if we don't as heroes, are we truly heroes? If we can't pay for our mistakes? Who should? The Taxpayer? The innocents? I have money to spare, and this should by no means make you think I don't support masked heroes, I do, and most have good reasons, I've just never understood it, instead of hiding behind a mask, give those you love the same armor that you wear to protect them, sorry I tend to do that, just drone on and on, I'm sure you have your reasons for protecting your identity, but I won't pretend it would ever suit me." Tony finished at last taking yet another sip of whiskey. |
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Bruce Wayne
Noob I
I don't have time for distractions.
Posts: 4
Faction: Justice League/DC Universe
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1B3Mgklfd0
Original Universe: DC
Discord Tag: Davakin#3166
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Oct 29, 2019 3:15:41 GMT
One thing had become immediately clear.
He was not the only genius in the room.
It didn't take long for Tony to start speaking before Bruce came to understand the level of intelligence the man harnessed. While he had been made painfully aware of the man's ego, personality and intelligence from Alfred through his earpiece, he couldn't help but split part of his attention to the smooth jabbering that the other man was making as he made his way around the room. What little he gathered, the important bits that he could weed from the rest of the nonsensical mishmash, he became aware of the low level of threat that the other man presented to him.
A small beep on his belt had been all the alert he needed to indicate to him that everything had finally been transferred; and the perfect cue for him to continue to engage with the other man in a bit more meaningless conversation. Meaningless had been the chosen term, but it was what psychologists would likely have deemed necessary, indulgent conversation to keep the mind at ease. The longer he kept the other man talking the sooner that Alfred could give him something more to work with in case of a nasty turn about; an outcome he was feeling certain wasn't likely to come.
"And that's something that immediately makes you and I different, Tony," he began just moments after Tony had finished what he had said about money, identity and reparations. "While you fly around playing the super hero in your metal suit, putting on a show for everyone you want to impress with your superficial ego and advanced tech, you rely upon your seemingly infinite wealth and influence to cover for the damages that are incurred in your wake;
Something that you take for granted. I on the other hand prefer to keep the damage I cause to a minimum, and to keep the superficial nature of my emotions and abilities to a minimum. The tech I use may be slightly less flashy or effective as yours, but I assure you that it does what it needs to do. It took me less than a minute to pick out your lack of humility, Stark, but what you lack there you make up in heart. Which is ironic given the arc reactor built into your chest." He stated rather flatly, making a point to keep his movements in tandem with Starks, keeping himself close to the windows and Stark on the outskirts of the interior of the room.
"We do the same thing, trying to save people. But the damage caused in my attempts to do right? Is mostly caused by those I'm trying to apprehend. I'm no stranger to my responsibility in it, but I know that if it weren't for me most of it would be far, far worse. Though I'm sure even you can understand that even if you have to spin a story to make better sense of it from your perspective. I suppose that's why Captain America still holds a high ranking position among those of the Avengers to balance out your boisterous bravado." He continued, his tone calm but direct as not to try and illicit too strong of a response. All the while he had been fed more and more information from Alfred about members of the team that continued to pique his interest.
"Something I can't seem to figure out, even despite your open nature and personality, is why you see fit not to hide your identity. Because, given your lack of information on me, I keep my identity hidden for more than to simply protect those I care about. Or protect my own interests. The reason I keep my identity a secret is so that I can operate as I am without the burden of others breathing down my back with their concerns and qualms regarding my methods and beliefs. The fewer who know, the less interference I receive; despite what you might hear from those who do know who I am." He finished and began to slowly inch his way back towards the window, sure that perhaps this was a good time to leave before anything became far more complicated than it needed to be.
This was a far stretch from what he would have considered a meeting similar to any with the Justice League and was perhaps even less comforting. Being surrounded in an environment he knew nothing about, that had more surprises than a jack in the box loaded with explosives, was something he would have rather left in the dust in his wake.
The short version? This was getting dangerous.
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