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"Mr. Stark! Mr, Stark! Are the rumours of you dating Susan Nicole true?" {Pic}

"No comments on that Darling. Next!" Standing on the podium was Anthony Stark, a Genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist, answering the press conference on behalf of Stark Industries, where he was meant to answer the questions regarding the future of the Stark group of companies, but the press was more interested in the young, 37-year-old man-child.

"Mr. Stark, what are your views on the new and upcoming competitors to your company in the field of weapon manufacturing?"

"Competition? Why was I not informed of this Happy?"

"Ah- Sir You were elaborated about the Hammer industir-"

"See, No competition in weapon manufacturing, miss CNN, you there, go on"

"Yes, Mr. Stark, the populace has still not been briefed about the strange blue pond up in the sky of New York. Can I hope you answer what that could be?"

Tony refocused as he held together his deep thoughts within.

In 2005, a pond-like, circular phenomenon took place in the sky of New York.

This emerged out of the blue and did not show any change in the last two years, just whirling in the sky, peacefully.

The government made great efforts to research the origin of the sky-pond, but no additional data was updated in their archives for months.

A lot of scientists, researchers, and professors made a joint effort under the government to find anything about this but none to avail.

Finally, the US government opened the area around it for the world to visit and research, on the condition that any and all data has to go through them.

Great minds, such as Stephen Hawkings, Alan Guth, Ashoke Sen, Tony Stark, and Bruce Banner were brought together. In the famous speech of Donald Trump.

"There was an idea, Stark knows this, called the Researchers Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable intellectuals to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to find the answers that we never could."

Finally, after another year and a half, the single page was all the information about this phenomenon found its company, as the joint venture of all of the world's leading scientists conclude that the thing was some sort of portal, non-hostile as of yet.

No gamma, alpha, or infrared rays were emerging out of it, it just, stays still.

It was a huge disappointment for people around the world, but they did not have anyone that could give them a second opinion.

Some riots took place in Korea and Japan mentioning protests for making skill books and magic accessible to all, whatever that meant, but that was all.

The glowy, pond, was still glowing without any explanation, and the people just added the blue hallow of it to their daily life after some time.

So no one could answer the masses and no one knew what the answer was, but it still sounded like a conspiracy as people did not easily believe the government.

Back at the press conference, Tony was in a pinch as to what to answer, as for the first time in his life he did not have an answer. It was infuriating for him to be in a situation such as this.

This acted as fuel to the fire, as Tony Stark ran down the podium, sat in his car, and drove to the epicenter, the origin just below the blue hallow-pond-portal thingy in the air.

"Jarvis, pull out the investment, all resources from the side projects, Bring out all the gamma-alpha-infrared all spectrum of detectors, lasers, radioactive wave emitters, everything, we are going to dig this out of the sky if we need to, but we are going to have our answers today,"

"On its way sir," The Nokia 3310 spoke in a mechanical voice to affirm Tony of his orders being acknowledged.

And so Tony Stark, indulged in his search for answers, about the most incomprehensible thing humankind had on their planet.

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In Universe DCU- 19800, a caped crusader was fighting the god's servant, Steppenwolf, alone in a dark, dark world.

The big man-monster, Steppenwolf was the apostle of Darkseid, leading his liege's army tasked with conquering one hundred fifty thousand worlds in Darkseid's name, after he was exiled because of the betrayal.

He had betrayed Darkseid to the enemies, and out of guilt and fear, asked for a chance to repent.

Fortunately or Unfortunately, the last of those worlds was Earth, which was protected by the heroes as the world called the Justice League.

Lead by the Kryptonian powerhouse, Superman was the team which included the warrior of the past, with the blood of Zeus, Amazonian Wonder Woman, followed by once a time their nemesis race, the Atlanteans, the king of them was none other than Aquaman.

One who could tap into the Speedforce, a multiversal power was the Flash, and the technical powerhouse, one who could be crowned the god of all technology was Cyborg, blessed with the power of the mother box.

Then there was one of the Green Lanterns, guardians of the Universe, Hal Jordan, and Shazam, having the powers of Solomon (wisdom), Hercules (strength), Atlas (stamina), Zeus (power), Achilles (courage), and Mercury (speed), served as the wizard Shazam's champion and herald.

All fought valiantly against the extraterrestrial invasion against their kind, their planet.

But the victory was never in sight.

Superman, killed by Darkseid's avatar, was ripped from the chest into two, fought valiantly in his last fight, which the humans titled the Battle of 9 Moons, because true to its word, the moon was ripped into 9 minor celestial bodies.

It would have destroyed Earth then and there, if someone did not have enough brains to fend off the destruction brought by Earth's own white buddy.

Everyone followed soon after, Wonder woman and Hera, the wife of the Atlantean King were killed by Steppenwolf in an ambush in the city Metropolis soon after, which followed Aquaman to go into solitude with his people. Not knowing that till the invasion was going on, no place was safe.

He was killed in the following week, along with the people who hid within the deep waters of the Mariana Trench.

Barry Allen had his identity revealed and died a pathetic death when he refused to kill the Death God Darkseid's priests and worshippers.

As the invasion evolved to its worst, Green Lanterns were called to fend off and fight the main body of Darkseid, in which Hal Jordan followed his elders to death, and the entire Lantern force was wiped from the face of the universe.

Cyborg, the god of technology, was killed by being defeated in his own forte, tech as Darkseid's servant AKala destroyed any trace of the human-machine hybrid from the earth and from elsewhere.

In the last stand, stood Shazam, the child scared out of his wit, beside a man who looked in his early forties.

The man, if one read the newspaper could be easily identified as the billionaire Bruce Wayne, with a hint of white hair in the front, fighting Steppenwolf, on near equal terms.

As hints of exhaustion became noticeable, Shazam followed up, wiping all the small-time para demons around them.

Finally, Steppenwolf was on his knees, awaiting his judgment from the victor.

"Kill me, I have failed to serve my master, end me human, for in my next life I would be the beacon for the name of Darkseid."

" " Batman silently brought out the blade made of Nth metal.

"N-No Batman doesn't kill, B-" In the back was Billy, not in his Shazam form with his expression looking grim.

'No matter the wisdom of Solomon, this type of battle is not for children to fight.'

Batman refocused as he pulled the blade out of his wrist before Steppenwolf.

When suddenly a portal opened as the god, the myth, the legend Darkseid came out of it. None of the Avatar, the real one was there.

Billy turned to him and shouted Shazan as early he could, but to no avail as Darkseid pulled the adult form of Shazam from the chest, ripping the body with herculean strength in two.

"Wayne."

Batman turned to him, as no good killing the servant if he could not end the master, with plans in his own mind.

"You know me." It was not a question, but the grim voice intrigued the Apokolips god.

"You are not the only one with the curse of knowledge."

Batman walked forward still having one hand in his cape the last stand he could muster with his might, hoping to catch the new god without his guard up, useless and wishful thinking as he said but nonetheless, the only effective way in the book- last stand of the famous writer, Batman.

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Batman walked forward still having one hand in his cape the last stand he could muster with his might, hoping to catch the new god without his guard up, useless and wishful thinking as he said but nonetheless the only effective way in the book- last stand of the famous writer, Batman.

Two parallel beams traced their path toward the vengeance of Gotham, finding their way to the Man-bat.

Batman ran haphazardly, but with all mind to his path, and his end of the journey. Making use of his surroundings he made the infamous Omega beams trace their path to Steppenwolf, as he effectively saved himself and humanity from their extinction.

"You have fended off the Omega beams not once, not twice but thrice. For a homo sapien, you interest me. I am giving you the same offer to come under my reign, as my eternal servant as I gave to your Kryptonian. Unlike him, you would serve me as one of the battle commanders, a respect none of my foes have ever been given."

Batman looked straight from his caped hood, straight into Darkseid's red eyes. Below his feet was Steppenwolf, dying, perhaps the best thing Bruce had witnessed in his life.

"Are you worried about your treatment as a servant of mine? This would heal, in a day, I bestow powers equivalent to the deeds of my subjects. Come under me, homo sapien, for it would be the most one of your species could achieve in this universe."

'One day- he meant Apokolips day, meaning 1 month, and 17 earth days. Not the best result, but till I get this Titan down, nothing is the best result.'

He checked his internals, and his body was still workable for him to fight.

'3 ribs shattered to the point of powder, shrapnels digging in intestine, liver, and stomach, also the outside of the flesh at the point, the femur is broken into two, the suit is supporting the leg, one molar tooth broke with Steppenwolf's punch to the jaw, digging into my esophagus, all finger joints having mild damage, while the left shoulder is out of the socket'

'Not the best condition to fight, but...' Batman looked to the ripped-apart body of Shazam, who after his death reverted to his child form. There were no changes in expression on his face, but one did not need to see his face to know what he had in his mind.

Effectively, Bruce's body was holding just because of his suit, the suit was just like a carton of milk, stopping all the insides from spilling out of it.

Batman lunged forward rolling down on the rough landscape, to close down on the abomination of an alien.

"You are stuborn to no end. Fine, I will just have to make your dead body work for me if the living you are no use to me."

Darkseid's pupils started glowing red and again spew the red parallel Omega beams out of it, this time with a target straight ahead without anything in between to stop them.

Wayne pulled something out of his cape, aiming it straight at the extraterrestrial warlord, with the Omega beams helping him to aim.

It was no pointy gun or some laser, it was a light bulb with a trigger, something that could be easily mistaken for a child's toy if it was not in the hands of the Dark Knight himself.

A beam of light, faster and thicker in circumference, engulfed the two Omega beams to turn them towards their origin, towards Darkseid himself.

"AAcCKK!!"

A reddish-black miasma engulfed Darkseid's eyes and forehead, devouring him each second.

"What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Darkseid fell holding onto his eyes, but to no avail, as the miasma followed his hands when touched, now leaving him which no palms.

With the last stand, the Dark Knight fell, just beside the crawling Steppenwolf, who was reaching for his master in his destroyed body. (batman used him to save himself from Darkseid's Omega beams)

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE !?"

Tired Batman, just lay there silently, waiting for the adversity to end, like the 39-year-old man he was. He remembered his talk with Alfred, who spoke of his vision of his master, Bruce having kids and living a normal life, but Batman just could not see itself having a normal life.

Batman was not a man, "IT" was a symbol, of vengeance, of dark nights coming for the evildoers, of a being who stood equal with the gods.

"What did you do with my MASTER?!" The dying Steppenwolf shrieked, as he lay beside the Darkseid, with no torso.

'Just be silent.'

"Hahaha- You did it! We did it!" A sound came from the groin part of the Dark Knight, one he would have been surprisingly eager to answer if not for the situation at hand.

It was the face of the dead, actually now not so dead Cyborg, one of the Justice League members. Celebrating the win before it was established that they had won.

"Do not- *cough*

A second of rest and the adrenaline of the ten-day fight without rest wore off, and Batman was at his worst, all things considered. Blood gushed out as the molar in his food pipe made its way to his windpipe, adjoining the two while gastric juices raised themselves enough to leak into his lungs.

The result was acid, burning away his insides while he got a nosebleed, on the outside.

"That, you monster, was the Null void projector, which I designed with the help of Batman. It gnaws one's body and seals them away in the Null void dimension, from where no one can come out from."

Steppenwolf grimaced, but inside was overjoyed as nothing could stop his liege from returning, he was gone down temporarily, and he would come back.

'It was meant to be the Null void projector until I tweaked it secretly to make it Null void beam, breaking the body to the last atom, effectively killing off anyone in its way, the last of my contingencies against someone invincible against the league, or in the worst case...'

Suddenly, the red miasma stopped from devouring what was left of the remains of Darkseid, on its side was another source of miasma, one with the color white instead of the initial red, revealing Darkseid devoured torso, quite lively at that.

"HOW?" Cyborg was out of his wit's end of what was happening before him.

Batman, raised himself looking at the rageful Akopolis god, eyeing him with a monstrous expression, not hiding any intentions of his, different from his normal, calm demeanor.

Batman was still in the usual calm mask, with his guard on, and looked for the Null void gun, changing its settings as he did before the fight, a month ago.

/ A month ago/

"It's ready, and it is working." Bruce Wayne, without his cape, was working on something, which was unsurprisingly the Null void gun that he meant to take in the worst-case scenario in the invasion from the outer world.

Not wearing his cape did not mean he was not in his suit, in fact, he was wearing his without-cape suit, the one he used for doing things that the league did not need to know.

Cyborg and Bruce had contributed their mind to the Null void gun, and after a year, they had gotten substantial results, effectively making the strongest and ultimate weapon against anyone in the universe.

As the two of them left the hidden base of Batman, the cyborg, for some reason returned to see his marvel of a weapon.

"While Bruce may be an intellectual, I calculated its consequences, and am sure he would make the atom vanisher out of this, for a contingency as he said."

"While it may sound good against an enemy, it only has a chance of 69% of working, while its null void projector part is working at a full 100% effectiveness. I won't have it be a failure when it is needed, be as it may that Bruce's contribution to it was more than that of mine, I could not have it fail when it is most needed."

And as he expected, the gun, the final product was the atom nullified, so Cyborg did what he thought would be best, reverting it to its initial settings, wasting a whole 2 months of work from Batman's side.

/Present/

Bruce looked at the settings the gun was subjected to, disappointed at his teammate's going behind his back.

'A 69% of absolute win is better than a 100% of failure'

Now Bruce could tweak the gun to the settings he needed, just the time required for that was a minimum of two months, plus the machines it needed, all of which were destroyed when the Batcave, the hidden one, was destroyed when Steppenwolf attacked and he gave refuge to the common people there.

That was if Batman had not planned a contingency plan for his initial contingency, making the second shot of it, the hidden slot which was the aiming part, the atom nullifier.

He aimed again at the hideous new God of Apokolips, this time effectively making contact with his torso, ending him for good if there were no more surprises.

"YES! YES! YE-" He punched his belt's screen, effectively silencing Cyborg.

The beam did what it was meant to do, with Darkseid vanishing from the face of this universe, when an injured Steppenwolf attacked the tired Batman.

[note- I had to drop Steppenwolf out of the fic due to popular opinion, so dont drop this if you have reservation against him]

He snatched the null void projector, now having no Ammo inside it, aiming it at Batman's face, and pushed the trigger, where a blue portal engulfed him and Batman, vanishing the two, teleporting them to god knows where.

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In New York, in 2008, Tony was still there, even after a year with no answers, searching for a hint, a clue for humanity's biggest question.

For three years, the portal had not shown any change, not a movement, no color change, no nothing.

One would expect him to go broke as he did not see to anything regarding his company or even his life, but with people admiring his relentless will to seek answers, Stark company stocks were unprecedentedly high.

But not everyone was having the time of their lives like Obadiah Stane, the man who got richer as the thorn in his way was not looking into matters of Stark Industries.

Tony, even with the help of Jarvis did not get enough of something substantial out of the year-long solitude he had subjected himself to.

"Come on my blue babe, give me something."

On the roof of a glassed room, which was initially an urban apartment for the common folk, was Stark, looking into all sorts of data, hoping to get something unusual out of it.

"Sir Miss Pepper is coming into the Lab"

"Not now Jarvis, I think I am getting onto something here."

"Sir Miss Potts has entered the lab"

"Jarvis-"

"Thought your doctor suggested not doing an all-nighter"

"It's not an all-nighter if you-"

"When did he last sleep?"

"6 days ago Miss Potts," Jarvis replied to the inquiry.

"Hey, that's against A.I.-creator privilege," Tony complained as he flipped sheets of paper in his hands.

"This is getting out of hand. Tony, you need rest. "

"Don't we all?" Tony replied as he gave the least attention to his secretary, prioritizing his work over anything.

"The board needs you for things, things only the head of the company has access to." She changed into a formal tone.

"Hum-hum"

"They need you to demonstrate something to retain the US weapon contract Stark Industries has held for half a century."

"Hum-hum"

"And I am getting married to Jupiter, we already had a kid and we named it the Sun."

"Hum-H- What?"

"Tony you need rest, it would only hinder your progress in this path you have taken."

Tony looked into her eyes, and finally admitting defeat, closed down the makeshift file of his.

"Fine. Close down the systems except for the sensory ones, we are treating a break, Jarvis."

"Already done sir." They got out of the building where Happy was ready with a cheeseburger for Tony, who had not eaten for days, indulged deep in his sea of research.

"What would you show off to the army then?"

"Hmm... Jarvis, pull out something from the 2004 no, 2003 batch. something with a big boom."

"Might I suggest the 2003 Jericho missile sir?"

"Yes, when is the event?"

"A week, Afganistan."

"Well a nice vacation could do wonders, and after all this." he looked at the blue portal-pond thingy "It's what I need."

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Inside the Blue portal was darkness, nothingness. For outside, the earth, three years have gone by, but for the inside, three Apokolips years have gone by, meaning 141 earth years have gone by, while Bruce Wayne and Steppenwolf were subjected to solitude in the dark nothingness.

A mind-breaking torture for most.

And it was showing its effects on the Themascaria (OC) servant of the new god Darkseid, as Steppenwolf had broken down many times during the time interval.

Batman on the other side, was in a coma for the majority of it, as his wounds and injuries healed due to the intervention of the cosmic environment.

The result?

Steppenwolf now had more powers to boot, on one side the injuries he was subjected to due to Omega beams were not healing at all, on the other he was given more strength and stamina, the boon of cosmic intervention while his stay here.

But his mind was in shatters, not remembering many things, except his loyalty for Darkseid, or the large master he remember serving a century ago, now not even remembering his name or face.

Batman was not spared from these boons, just instead of getting overpowered powers, like that of mind or super strength, he was healed, and left without his mind in tatters, unlike his foe on the opposite side of the black area.

The healing had its own perks, bestowing a very minor strength, stamina, and healing factor to boot. Nothing inhumane, just the best a human could have achieved.

Bruce looked younger, his bones strengthened, backbone, which was broken by bane, was now more like the original, without the continuous pain.

He had gone from a 38-year-old man, who looked like he was in his 50, to a 189-year-old man, looking like he was in his early thirties.

He had just woken up from this long coma, to find himself in this black area when a blue light engulfed him as a whole, as so it did to Darkseid's servant.

The next moment, they both were falling.

Actually one of them was.

Bruce fell toward earth, where he easily noticed the usual sight of bustling New York, the third most populous city after Metropolis and Gotham.

While Steppenwolf was ejected out of the earth's atmosphere, being thrown at a speed slightly lower than that of light, in the depth of space.

Bruce, had a slight smile, invisible to the naked eye, as he fell,- no glided over the skies of New York, looking into the deep blue portal he came from, which was getting smaller every second, until it disappeared from the face of the earth.

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/From the universe where Batman just defeated Darkseid./

On earth, there was US president, Amanda-"the Wall"-Waller was making a speech about the sacrifice the Justice League had just made, for humanity and for their country.

The last stand was recorded by the last living hero and now the leader of the Justice League, Cyborg, which was played to the common people, titling the last of the BAT.

It had a trillion views in just a month, being repeatedly played by people from around the earth.

While all the heroes had sacrificed themselves and were not being forgotten, Batman was immortalized the most as he was effectively the one with the most contribution to the win.

-News flash- Gotham City now had a 250 feet tall statue of Batman, made of bronze and painted black in his remembrance. -News flash-

-News flash- Nobody knew who he was under the mask, but nobody needed to know as it did not matter who he was, it mattered what his deeds were. -by a citizen from Gotham City -News flash-

-News flash- On the other side, Billainoire, Philanthropist Bruce Wayne's name has been added to the casualties in the long war. His will, which was changed just a month before his death has come into the eyes of the people, most thanking him for his generosities. -News flash-

-News flash- All of Bruce Wayne's shares and investments in the international market are to be passed to his housekeeper and butler, Alfred Pennyworth, while his personal assets, which are but not limited to jewelry, car collections, villas, art paintings, lands, etc. would be used in charity, helping the not so fortunate of his brothers, sisters, as he said for his fellow humans, to avail cheap but efficient healthcare, orphanages for his children, homes for the homeless and skill workshops for the youth. -News flash-

-News flash- In his words, he mentioned "Alfred will see to it, he has yet to disappoint me" Effectively making once his housekeeper, Alfred Pennyworth, the richest man in the world, with a personal fortune of 300 billion dollars and company shares worth more than a trillion dollars. Experts have said that there could be foul play with Bruce changing his will days before his death, and not parting anything with his legal son Damian Wayne, but no comments have been made from young master Wayne. -News flash-

-News flash- More on Sunday night special, president candidate Amanda Waller is set to continue her term due to an emergency declared in the state. Her opposition, Donald Trump, a candidate favored by Bruce Wayne has made statements regarding this.

"The war is over, we need someone that could stabilize the country, not someone who could presumably dive into another war while people starve and soldiers die.".

It has to be noted that Bruce Wayne had heavily invested in Donald Trump's campaign in the previous presidential elections and rumors of the same were on the rise this year. -News flash-

-News flash- On another note, the legitimate suit and accessories of the vigilante Red Hood were found on Gotham streets, with the note "Red Hood is now dead" They were sold on eBay for a whole three million dollars after which the hobo who sold them was found dead on the same street with all his ID and money stolen. Crime is rising unprecedently in Gotham, Metropolis, and their vicinity cities. -News flash-

-News flash- A Batman copy was found betting thugs in Gotham, this was the third this week after the confirmed Death of Gotham's Dark Knight. Some sources say this copycat was responsible for the death of the vigilante Red Hood -News flash-

-News flash- CNN EXCLUSIVE! Commissioner Gordan had joined us in a press conference where he spoke but two words!

/Playing video/

On the stage was Commissioner Gordan of GCPD, with at least fifty mikes before him, asking for a statement, anything about Batman, as he was said to be in frequent contact with the Bat.

Everyone expected Old Man Gordon to say some sad words, in Batman's remembrance, some update about the major vigilante death of Red Hood, some expecting him to inform the general populace about the steps GCPD would be taking for the rise in crime in Gotham, but No, Gordan had but two words to speak and everyone had goosebumps.

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"He's Back"

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In the desert of Afghanistan, was industrialist Tony Stark, firing an N.R.F. 45 machine gun.

Tony puts the N.R.F. 425 gun down next to other weapons. He takes the stage forward to all the army officers, citing his greetings and specifics about the product.

"The age-old question: is it better to be feared or respected? I say, is it too much to ask for both?"

He nods at the Jericho Missile, as it fires off behind him, where Tony waits for the surprise

"With that in mind, I humbly present the crown jewel of Stark Industries Freedom Line. It's the first missile system to incorporate my proprietary Repulsor Technology. They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire. I prefer the one you only have to fire once..."

The Jericho divides from a single missile, into scores of mini-missiles. Making large booms on each contact with the ground.

A row of majestic peaks behind him as he raises his arms.

"For your consideration,-

"Sir there is an emergency notification."

The mountains behind his outstretched hands explode. The shock wave washes over Tony, blanking him with dust and flying off the caps of the military men as they stood before the powerful demonstration.

"the Jericho..."

Tony walks over to his fun-wee raising his glass.

"You ruined it Jarvis, What's the thing, so important to cancel my Drip?"

"Gentlemen, To peace, gentlemen...and with every five hundred million, I'll throw in a free one of these..."

"Sir the Blue Portal over New York has vanished, kicking off one man to space while another on Earth."

"WAHT?" And then and there, the 250 thousand dollar bottle of liquor, fell off his hands, intoxicating the ants beneath him.

"We are leaving for New York NOW!"

Tony jumped into his fun-wee happy, for once after all those months, to have what he was waiting for happen just when he was not in the state.

But Obadiah had other plans for him...

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"Sir the Portal has vanished, the cameras around the area show us a man, dressed all black in a cape first gliding over the city and then vanishing from the sights of everyone."

On the sear was Obama, the current U.S. president, with all of the military, F.B.I., and even some Police heads surrounding him.

"How can one escape the eyes of the government in this era of digitalization?" Asked the rageful F.B.I. chief, clearly not convinced of the report given by the S.H.I.E.L.D. official on the screen, sharing it with various presidents, prime ministers, and heads of other countries.

"-----I wrote this paragraph in Chinese, but As Chinese or Korean appears in the chapter content (or chapter title, book title, abbreviation, and synopsis ), your work will not be voted and gifted. After you modify the content, please contact the platform editor for processing as soon as possible.--------, so imagine it written in chinese"

Hu Jintao, the Chinese president took the lead with the anti-US group, with them complaining about how the United States was hiding the information about the portal and now they should be held responsible for having two aliens amidst the humans on Earth.

"Sir- the United States has long since hidden any information-" The translator was stopped with a signal from their president, as he did not need to know what the opposite party had just said.

"We have shared all the information we have gained over the years in all honestly, we even opened the place for public research if need be. We won't be taking criticism from anyone."

He turned to the screen where the Shield spokesperson was present.

"As for our future decisions, what is the status report about the two beings, every second is important in things like this."

"I just received the info, Mr. President, one of the beings who was driven out was thrown out of Earth's atmosphere, with a speed of 267,921 meters per second, according to our estimates he should have passed the orbit of Jupiter, being around Saturn at the moment, going forward at about some speed as the trajectory it has chosen is still approximate."

"Give me the approximate measures." President Obama asked.

"We estimate it to revolve around Saturn as its rings do, or travel relentlessly far from the Solar system, to come back after about 12 years, as comet does, if the body of the said doing not deteriorate over time."

"Good, that's half the worry gone there." U.S. President felt relieved.

"что, если он вернется как очень сильный инопланетянин? Что тогда? (asking what if the alien returns, with hostile intentions)

Vladimir Putin, who was constitutionally barred from serving a third consecutive term as president of Russia, assumed the role of prime minister under President Dmitry Medvedev and asked the council as the head of the Russian state.

"Then we would serve our guest as he would serve us." Nicholas James Fury, replaced the Shield spokesperson to join the council of the countries himself as the Director of Shield.

"As for the second one who fell on earth, that was a human, when he fell from the portal, with him came a river of blood, blue and red. "

The screen shows the blurred-out figure of Steppenwolf and another, somewhat clear image of Batman.

"We have reasons to believe this man is on humanity's side, fighting some extraterrestrial threat, the threat which is on its way to Saturn right now."

"And what reasons would that be?" the f.b.i. chief for once asked a valid question.

"Let me correct myself, we hope him to be on humanity's side, for all that I know no human would be playing with an alien twice their height, surrounded by blood. These are preliminary reports, please refrain to speak before foreign delegates without your country's representative's permission, Chief of F.B.I." Fury humiliated the FBI chief who sunk into his chair low.

Fury the continued. "We found papers, with all the blood and destroyed tech that fell in the heart of New York. The reports suggest it to have a similar tech structure to that of the the ISS (international space station). The only piece worth noticing that could identify either of the suspects is a passport, granted to Diana Prince, by the nation of Themyscira to allow travel to the united states and Japan."

"nation of Themyscira?" Most of the delegates were confused, not knowing if such a country existed, they counter checked their knowledge with their secretaries, who did not know about such."

"We have acquired the blood, the blue blood shows high amounts of copper and radiation, alpha, gamma, infrared, you name it. Also, the contents included what seem to be a horn, made of an unknown metal, never been seen on Earth, nigh indestructible."

"फिर आपको यह धातु का टुकड़ा कैसे मिला?" The Indian representative, Dr. Manmohan Singh asked as everyone was participating in the discussion earnestly. (then how did you acquire this indestructible metal?)

"Something stronger than something indestructible, we are treading in dangerous waters." The British queen frowned.

"We have got a blood sample of the human one of them, along with fingerprints on the horn we think to be his, in no time we would identify this man. Thereafter we would interrogate the details behind this phenomenon and the other guest who was with him"

Voices against the US having the authority to investigate foreign, alien tech were raised.

"This is an integral problem of the United States, we would earnestly share what we could find about the phenomenon as soon as we find something."

"اور وقت ضائع کریں جیسا کہ آپ نے پہلے خلائی پورٹل کے ساتھ کیا تھا؟?" (And waste time as you did earlier with the blue space portal?)

The translator besides the US president translated as he did the previous hundred times, each time in a different language.

'I am paid too low for this sh#t'

"No we will be implementing the same terms as we did with the portal, effectively after 2 months, the metal would be on public exhibit, for everyone around the world to discover on their own, of course, under supervision."

"As for now, we are contacting the leading scientist, Tony Stark to take a first-hand view on the same." The US president finally stopped when one screen lit up at the side.

On the screen was Tony shaping awake. Tied to a chair, bloody rags covering his chest. Two Insurgents flank a DV camera. Behind Tony were a line of armed hooded men and a banner showing ten interlocked rings.

The Leader, with a huge Choori knife in one hand, reads rhetoric (in Dari) for the camera. until the image of a desperate Tony breaks up into pixel chaos.

"Motherf#cker" The closed captions followed the sound from the screen where the Director of Shield was.

'Motherf#cher indeed'

/chap end/

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/shower me with comments, power stones, and reviews, it increased the views and interactions, motivating me to write chapters.

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While all that was going around the world, a man was walking in a trench coat in the Streets of New York.

This man was, of course, none other than the Genius, not-so-billionaire, presumably playboy and philanthropist in all but his heart, Bruce Wayne.

No one made a fuss watching him walk the streets of New York, after which he left his mask and got into the Christmas vibe, everyone was into this week.

'I am not on my Earth' He had realized this in the first thirty seconds he had glided over New York, courtesy of the missing Wayne Tower branch of New York.

Bruce did not take much time to realize that he had been thrown into an alternate universe, as that was the main use of the Null void projector, to throw the victim of the weapon into the Null void, or in the case when triggered without any ammo, to a random universe.

'The technology is early to the mid-internet era, so it is safe to assume that many spy agencies and the government are onto my back. Plus the amount of blood that followed me tells me my DNA has been compromised, in the worst case, my fingerprints too.'

Bruce had to take measures against what was in his hands, thinking of using a razor to precisely alter his fingerprints. It was a horrid, but effective way to alter his identity, in a way he could enter society invisibly. But that was the second option the first was a much easier way, but driven by a lot of luck.

'There is no Gotham or Metropolis in this world, no Batman or Superman. The best I could find from the public library was Captain America whose mention was sixty years ago or the cheap knockoffs that other countries got after copying the US,'

'Also there is no mention of Superman or Batman, as the multiverses had in form of fiction unlike most if Constantine was speaking truthfully about his adventures.'

'Well at least some things do not change even in the multiverse' Bruce thought as he read about the World Wars.

'There was also this Hulk, looks pretty similar but at the same time different to Doomsday, the last sight being recorded on June 13, 2008. Just months ago.'

Bruce now had to get some sort of ID, and set up his base of information, as by the looks of it, Steppenwolf was still at loose, and someone who could not forget about his loyalty even after the time he was subjected to the mental torture, would definitely return, not alone in the worst case scenario.

Bruce had easily recorded time in his utility belt, which informed that he was some 150 years in a coma, a large amount of time for which Batman had remained without his guard up.

Unfortunately, while he was subjected to healing in the comatose state, his body deteriorated over time, albeit by a small margin, it was above average for an athlete, but very inadequate for Batman.

'Nothing I could not regain over time.'

For now, the priority along with the ID was to have a good background, as Batman had to have a famous yet laid-back persona for him that could prove his alibi in time of need, someone plain in the sight of the authorities, yet invisible to them.

Someone like Bruce Wayne.

Making a legitimate background was a big deal, much more in the digital era, where one could just pull up and check the alibi of the past life of someone.

Also, he needed money, for his base and his nightly activities, and that was one thing he could easily access, as he had mind no short of the best businessmen out there.

'That is another reason to have a good, legitimate ID with no mishaps in Alibis.'

And so Bruce left for Hell's Kitchen, an anarchical place, much like Gothaam, a smaller version of it perhaps, where it was somewhat easier to hide due to the lax police and lacking surveillance.

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"I have not received a word from anyone of you. Where is the man that fell from the sky?"

Sitting there was the US president, asking all the authorities under him for answers, but no one spoke.

"Our unit thinks the person to have some shapeshifting abilities, as no one could blend into the crowd this professionally, this is the work of some alien tech or some ability of his."

The FBI head answered, seeking a way to pass the guillotine from his head to someone else's.

Just then, joining them one of the leading S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, agent Phil Coulson, to answer the doubts and report to the head of the state where their international organization was doing their investigation.

"Mr. President, we are looking into not some highly advanced race or a shapeshifting demon of some sort, the Director is leading the investigation himself, and what we could affirm is that this is the work of a human, a very capable human."

President Obama looked at all the officials at the table finally sighing away some of his worries.

"At least the target is a human. Report this to the World Council or they would again pester us for withholding information when they could already access this due to all the spies they had placed. "

"Already on it Mr. President."

"It has been a month it has been peaceful, I hope it remains this way."

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For the previous month, Bruce had been in a hospital Hell's kitchen, applying his plans as he went forward to action. (no daredevil until 2015, or maybe...)

For his identity, he had to search the US database for someone of his age, visible similarities, and isolated background. It was a very rare chance for all of this to happen, but one with a lot of success.

Ben Tucker, was a man, born and raised in the UK. He was in an underfunded orphanage there, after which he was adopted by an American couple, mostly for the fun of it. In some twisted ways, it was to show their superiority against the non-Americans.

After that, Ben, now with the last name Tucker, immigrated to the States, with his parents. He did not pursue any higher education in America, aiming to inherit the small family Pizza shop his adoptee parents had in New York.

After his immigration, he lived a life of a Neet for seven-something years, given minimal activity has been recorded on the official and unofficial platforms from him.

With the godsend luck, this young man looked 95% similar to Bruce, except for the muscles his Batman activities had demanded from him.

At the time Batman had been summoned on this earth, this man, along with his family had gotten into an accident, where a car rammed into their Pizza shop, burning the adoptee's parents alive and Ben alive.

Bruce effectively carried the dead body of this 24-year-old man, giving it a makeshift yet worthwhile grave, and replacing himself inside the fire.

The next few days were in a public hospital, where he remained injured due to the fire, losing some of the muscle he had with him, to make it believable to anyone who may visit.

The hospitals were having a campaign where anyone who was admitted had to have compulsory blood donated, violating the basis of human rights

A very small amount, a step that Bruce had already estimated being taken on behalf of the authorities.

Compiled with stealthily replacing the blood with that of the initial person, and having a backup in cold storage, Bruce had successfully sneaked into the system, without tweaking any of the authorities.

The last month had gone by while he surfed the background of the role he was playing, surfing all the videos, the activities the previous Ben Tucker had indulged into, being incognito, to avoid any mistakes in the journey he was getting into.

He had taken over all the social media accounts, replying to the nonexistent friends and posting stories as Ben had, without his face showing for the last decade.

He had surfed all the porn and updated all of the games Ben had played to stay up to date. A large time period of Ben's life hosted a vacuum, which Bruce had to investigate further to know about the second persona of Ben Tucker, a small-time hacker of some secretive organization, which Ben had traced to be Hydra.

On the other side, he had given the rest of his attention to the history and economics of this world had, to get more informed about current events.

Finally, after a whole month of bed rest, his burning of himself in the unrelated fire paid off, effectively discharging him from the hospital without any suspicion.

With the lowest muscle mass Batman ever had, now he was to enter society as Ben Tucker, a man who was a very anti-social person, now a changed man after nearly dying and losing his beloved family in the fire.

But first...

Bruce entered the public office, filled out and printed FORM DS-11, Social Security Number Proof of U.S. Citizenship, and One U.S. format color passport photo, Supporting Documents and their Photocopies, Passport Application Fee from the 1200 dollars from his bank account and set up an appointment.

"My name is Ben Tucker, and I would like to change my name to Bruce Wayne."

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[give me some comments, I am having mixed feelings about this chapter and need some reader's view as to if I am delivering and portraying Bruce perfectly or not]

Bruce was been having an easy time for the first time in his life.

Or it felt easy to him, gyming four hours a day, sleeping 6 hours, and working to earn money for the rest of his waking hours.

The first thing he did was get insurance money out of the Stark insurance company, getting him 11 thousand dollars in fire and accident damages, which the shop deserved being in one of the more popular places in the infamous Gotham of New York.

Once the money was received, Bruce had 9 hundred thousand dollars worth of land to his name, passed down from his adoptee parents, probably less after the place burnt down, but still along those numbers. (I lamented what the price of land should be, according to times square standards was a minimum of 20 million dollars for 250 square feet, and even diluting the money to the 2008 crisis and vicinity of Hell's Kitchen and all, this is a dirt cheap price for it.)

He bought competent parts for various brands, making a custom, yet temporary PC, fitting the Batman name.

Major companies such as Facebook, google, and youtube had already been launched, and while he was not an expert in the ways of the computer and by extension the internet, he was quite competent.

He downloaded what remains he had of the data in his utility belt, containing a small Kryptonite shard, some blackmail information about all major public figures, and things that would never be disclosed among the living.

Plugging the card into a card reader and then the computer, Bruce accessed the folder named -[In case sent permanently to the past or otherwise]-/.

He then filled out the password to the folder, which even the author did not know about.

Inside it was several files, and he selected the one named Instagram.

Inside the folder were the 12 initial, major updates to the famous social media platform Instagram, along with the 12 latest ones, way better than what the current, 2008 world hosted over the internet.

Bruce copied its contents to another encrypted drive, along with the folder titled Subway Surfers and Candy Crush, which could be easily estimated to contain the said major game updates of the same name, all of them being way better than any competitors they may have in the current time period.

Bruce had moved from the rented apartment Ben had been living with his parents, living in another, smaller room while the shop was renovated into an office instead of the original Pizza Hut.

The next few months were to go without any hitch, as Bruce's taskbar mainly hosted exercise, information collection, server hosting, and building up the new Wayne Enterprises in this new world.

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In the New York Shield headquarters, Nick Fury divided his attention between the two world-shaking events the previous three months had hosted.

Tony Stak had been kidnapped, with no sign of his location for a whole three months, which happened to be on the same day when the portal, which had been peacefully staying still in the skies of New York chooses to puke out two aliens, actually one alien and one human onto them.

Good for them that the alien was ejected out, as from what they had found from their study of the metal piece accompanying them, the metal was a shed-off part of the exoskeleton of the being, and someone having indestructible exoskeleton was never a good thing.

"Anything that concerns our current investigation?"

"Negative sir. Instead, Tony Stark has been found in Afghanistan. He is on his way to the US now. ETA two hours."

"One good news, after all, send Coulson to fetch him en route. What about the caped crusader from 3 months ago?"

"No leads were found after all this time. Given the time period, it is positive to say the subject has blended into society quite easily. We had posted our sources all over the US, from all the fake ID makers to the smallest of hospitals. Nothing to identify the man. have our agents at every major and minor transportation hub, all airports, ships, and cars are checked by the local police for their IDs."

"Pull back from this approach, it would be not worth its while."

"Are we giving up on this investigation, sir?"

"No, we will be taking a different approach."

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On Bruce's side, he was ready.

Ready to let the Batman out.

Initially, he did not have a reason, or a motivation to drive, unlike Gotham which was Wayne's city.

In Gotham, he was the Dark Knight because he had his own motivations, vengeance on his side, call it the tragedy that befell him and his parents or otherwise, but there was a hidden driving force that fueled Batman into becoming what he was, to stand up after no matter how low he fell.

Here, on this earth, no matter how much Bruce may self-justify, he did not have such a thing.

It was a daily self-hypnotizing session of why Batman should be what he was, but it was always met with resistance of why should?

Bruce looked outside the window from the third floor of his newly refurbished office. The app and game project had earned him some decent money. While nothing out of the world was achieved in just 2 months of their launch, the money was decent enough to get him liabilities such as suits and a Lambo.

Outside it were the usual activities of Hell's kitchen. While the criminals were being subtle about it, the highly trained gaze of Batman could easily discern what activities were going on outside Wayne Enterprises.

'Years after years I have been told Gotham cannot be redeemed, it is a city gone to war in the ways of anarchy and crime, and years after years I have shrugged off the notion of rebuilding it from the scratch, thinking the notion of a symbol, a symbol of fear in the eye of evildoers, would be enough to silence those who are against the humanities' welfare, the rotten part of society, but the results were never substantial.

'The most Batman achieved was curbing the city's crime rate, lowering it a tenth from what it was without the caped crusader's presence in the city, but never enough to uncrown it from the most criminally active city of the world.'

'Now I want answers, were my ways truly correct? would they have worked out just fine as I had hoped they would since I first picked up the mantle?'

'This city is no Gotham...'

That was not an old, 40-year-old, tired Bruce Wayne looking into early retirement with all the money he made.

'And I would not let it become a second one, not while I am here, not while I breathe.'

That was the same Bruce who stepped into Gotham as a teen, witnessing all the negatives of the city.

His city.

Outside the glass wall, in a valley came a shriek. A woman was being mugged just before Wayne Enterprises, the three-story building Bruce had used as an anchor in this world, and by the looks of it, the two before the lady were not going to leave the lady even after she was to leave penniless.

On the roof, Bruce was lost in the darkness of the night...

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And Batman had come to Hell's Kitchen.

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[I am going through the Iron Man 1 script again and again to mix Bruce and Tony parallels into one universe, never leaving anything behind, please don't complain when I copy and fit dialogues from there as it would give more depth to the character, this is fanfiction for namesake. After reading a part of the script, I was bust rewatching Iron Man 1, which got me into Iron Man 2 then the third one, then civil war, and then Endgame, hence the delay in the chapter.]

[A major part of this is straight up from the script and will continue to be so till we reach the end of Iron Man 1, which would be mostly canon. After which I plan to change nearly everything as Batman would not allow foolish decisions to be made on his watch, keeping the canon less than 10% after the iron man 1 events

As for the timeline, Tony Stark is kidnapped somewhere around October 2008, the same day when Batman is brought into the Marvel cinematic universe. After which three months pass, the day of Christmas is when Tony comes back from the clutches of the Ten Rings, which again happens to be the same day when Bruce retakes the mantle of Batman, as mentioned in the previous chapter.]

/3 months ago/

In a dark area was laying the Merchant of Death, Tony Stark, unconscious.

With a sudden gasp of air, Tony flickers awake, becoming aware of his surroundings. Identifying it to be some sort of cave, with parts of modern machines here and there.

A tube protrudes from his nose. Tony tries to speak, but can't. It's the damn nasal tube. He pulls at it, gagging as two feet of tubing slither from his nose.

"Not the best experience after a week's rest?" The man hums a tune as he shaves by a broken mirror.

The man, Yinsen passes the water jug to Tony, after which he continues his humming and shaving.

Tony pulls the jug to drink but was restricted by a wire, under his chest bandages, snapping taut.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Tony follows the wire with his eyes and finds, to his horror, that it's hooked up to a car battery. He starts clawing at his chest bandages.

Tony sees his ugly chest wound and then follows a panic attack, the first of many.

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Yinsen stirs a bubbling pot on the furnace. He flicks glances at Tony, waking up on the cot.

Tony eyes the bulky, metallic chest piece protruding from his fresh bandages.

"What have you done to me?" Tony asks in a grim voice, which could not be helped due to all the concussions in his chest.

"What did I do? I removed what I could, but there's a lot left headed for your atrial septum. Do you want a souvenir?"

He tosses Tony a jar with scores of bloody Christmas treelike barbs. Tony regards the 'shrapnel' he owns the patent to and lets the jar drop."

Tinsen continues, "I've seen many wounds like this in my village. The walking dead we

called them because it took a week for the barbs to reach vital organs. I anchored a magnetic suspension system to the plate. It's holding the shrapnel in place...at least for now."

Tony struggles up, sits on the cot, and notices something, a surveillance camera on the cave wall.

"That's right, smile."

"You know we met twice, technical conference in Bern and then the US portal study group, I do not know whether it is luck that brought you here the same day it vanishes."

Tony was confused to how to react, but his survival interests won over his curiosity over the blue portal in NY, something that could not have been triumphed over otherwise.

"I don't remember."

"Neither would have I if I would have been that drunk, with alcohol the first time and your study next."

"Where are we --?"

The door slat flies open and a pair of dark eyes stare in. Yinsen drops his spoon and puts his hands on his head.

In comes ABU BAKAR enters with two armed Henchmen.

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After Tony is jostled awake by Abu's Henchmen, subjected to light torture, and seen VARIOUS SHOTS - OF CRATES: the STARK INTERNATIONAL MUNITIONS logos. Some faded, some new. Over the days, Tony is subjected to a choice.

"You don't like what you saw out there, did you? I didn't like it either when those weapons destroyed my village,"

A choice, where he either dies while refusing to make the Jericho due to the car battery dying, or live making something out of the parts available and being a slave to the terrorists.

"What you just saw, that's your legacy -- your life's work in the hands of these murderers. Is that how you want to go out? Is this the last act of defiance of the great Tony Stark? Or are you going to try to do something about it?"

"Why should I do anything, they're either going to kill me or I'm going to die in a week."

He chooses the middle ground.

Where he lives making something out of the parts while refusing to part his legacy, the Stark's legacy in the hands of terrorists.

"Then this is a very important week for you"

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[A/N insert- AC/DC back in black]

The lights come on as the generator is started. Abu is flanked by Ahmed and several Guards

"Okay, here's what I need..."

Omar refuels the generator, then walks the gas can to lock the gas down again.

"S-Category missiles. Lot 7043. The S-30 explosive Tritonal. And a dozen of the S-76. Mortars: M-Category #1, 4, 8, 20, and 60. M229s, I need eleven of these. Mines: the pre-90s AP 5s and AP 16s."

Tony paces, barking what he needs to be done while more of Abu's Guards carry in missiles and materials. Yinsen follows, translating as Tony assesses his work area.

"...this area free of clutter, with good light. I want it at 12 o'clock to the door to avoid logjams. I need welding gear -- acetylene or propane, helmets, a soldering set-up with goggles, and

smelting cups. Two full sets of precision tools. "

The fat Abu was getting exasperated by the never-ending list.

"Finally, I want three pairs of tube socks, white, a toothbrush, protein powder, spices, sugar, five pounds of tea, and cards." Tony pauses briefly "And a washing machine. Top load."

Yinsen eyes Tony for a second before translating. Abu's eye bulges. He gets in Tony's face.

"A WASHING MACHINE? DOES HE THINK I'M A FOOL?" Abu complains in Arabic.

Tony makes hand signs, "Must have everything. Great Satan make! Big boom-kill for powerful Abu Bakar. Big boom-kill."

"You know he still does not understand English,"

"Was worth a try."

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In the cave, Tony makes progress in his project, removing tiny palladium strips from various of his company's products, to have Yinsen melt them to make a ring out of it with a sand mold.

"Heat the palladium to 1825 Kelvin."

"I am a doctor but I would be rather comfortable if you would talk to me in American"

"2825.33 Fahrenheit."

"How will I know when it reaches that temperature?"

"The Palladium will melt."

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Tony pulls the Palladium ring out of the mold, to enforce it with copper rings a finished RT device.

"That doesn't look like a Jericho missile."

"That's because it's a miniature ARK reactor. It should suspend the shrapnel in my chest and keep it from entering my heart."

"How Original. It's pretty small, what can it generate?"

"Three gigajoules" Tony rises up from his seat to rip out the newly applied bandages around his chest, to head towards the makeshift operating table of Yinsen.

"per second" Yinsen marvels at that.

./Flashback discontinued, back to the present momentarily/

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At the hangar of Port Richmond, Staten Island was a shipment, carrying questionable goods with the logo of one of the leading industries in the US market, out from the country, whose dealings were sealed in questionable, white powdery currency.

The trade was a three-way deal, where one new and upcoming businessman was to receive the paper money.

One old and experienced was to receive drugs(the not to be used in hospital kind).

And one man abroad was to receive backup arms to wage a revolution, with the famous logo of Stark and some relief in the form of human companionship, just non-consensual.

Of course, none of the heads of the respective movement were present here individually, but this walk into the park was not for them, it was for the small-time workers who were working for them.

On a moonless night, felt a gust of wind, lurking along the way made by the arrangement of shipment containers.

Staten Island had not seen a blackout since 2003, but there was no need for the lights to go out, for the dark to rise.

Standing atop with a balanced posture was the Dark Knight, with his infrared eyes gazing into the dark.

He was not into the attire he had come wearing here, no, that was for war. This is not war, this is just a walk.

Upgrades need to be made to the current attire of the caped crusader, but there will be a time for that.

Putting the green eyes back to his belt, one could notice the difference, the usual absolute Dark hood, with an unkept 5 o'clock shadow beard, none of which had any hint of the usual white the face was used to.

there fell the man followed by his cape, nabbing one silently as the waves reached the shore.

'three at 4 o'clock, five at one, while sixteen loadings and unloading at sharp nine'

He rushed to the major numbers as it favoured him strategically, here 5 men were walking and talking, with their guard up, as they had never needed it up.

But the parties would buy some heavy muscle knowing that there was someone who checked their shipment and security thereafter.

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Someone entered the office.

But the gate was still closed and locked, with the best security there was.

Bruce used the ceiling handles placed to pull himself up and reach the hidden part of the small office of Wayne Enterprises.

While one may find this to be excessive paranoia, it is the only thing that kept Batman steps ahead of anyone and everyone.

One may say Bruce is severely handicapped in this world, with disadvantageous situations left and right.

Whether the surveillance included more advanced technology or the competent police force being a hindrance in the nightly activities, they were good signs, representing that anarchy was not something the people tolerated in this world.

Unlike Gotham where many learned men had come to the conclusion that the sole answer to the crime and corruption in the city was to destroy itself.

Still, while one may find the intervention of spy agencies such as S.H.I.E.L.D., SSR, F.B.I., and many more to be a headache for the Bat, for Bruce it was only a matter of preparation.

He just needed to adapt to the variables in this world, which was now his world for an indefinite amount of time.

Another matter was that of money. While Bruce had made his fortunes in the early internet era, things were not as easy for him here. For Batman to be active with his full potential, he needed effective telecommunications technology, arms and armor resources, and able subordinates.

Alfred had been a competent friend and butler for him, helping when help was needed. While it was not used lamenting out of hand, he still needed a second mind to support him.

The invisible support of a second mind was not a necessity, but an asset that was of great use to Batman, and these little advantages when comes together, were the reasons he was mostly ahead of his foes.

'Cash is flowing in with the initial investments of the digital subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises, while I have some low to mid-weapon tech for my upgrades.'

Bruce pulled back his cape to observe the specifics of the crate labeled Stark Industries. There were armor accessories, small-time missiles, guns, and such, but the main course was the latest product from them, the Jericho.'

While he need not have guns, as he had not encountered anyone deserving death, the Jericho was a work of art, incorporating the latest aiming, computing, and power source technology in one.

In the universe Batman was from, Constantine once indulged himself in some travel stories of his, which while someone would shrug off as lies and show-offs, could bear fruit in situations no one could have predicted, hence while shrugging off as not paying attention, Batman had always given his sense to any of his, or anybody's stories, no matter how unbelievable.

As the information was theirs to give, but to label them useful or useless was in the hands of the listener.

Where John told stories that in most of the universes, Batman held one rule dear to himself, the rule of not killing.

This was not surprising to Bruce Wayne of DC Universe 19004, as he could see their reasoning of the whole who gets to judge and all that, but this rule had more demerits to it for him to follow.

So he formulated an effective rule of his, where he would never kill, with the exception of extremely irredeemable criminals.

The Law was something that had failed the people and him time after time in his City, and for the development of humans to go on, he had to pick up the role of the judge, the jury, and the executioner, but in extreme conditions only, conditions that very few fulfilled in his list.

Bruce fired up his PC, the small one unbefitting his stature, but effective as it had not failed him till now.

It was the sole informant he had placed on the internet, lacking by most agencies in the country, but one that was competent for the short run until he as enough funds and time to make amends and upgrades.

There were no alerts of any cyber-attacks, identity investigations, or news, worthy of his immediate attention, so he changed into his formal after a hot shower, continuing his double life as business-minded Bruce Wayne, to check his expenses and invest the profit he had earned in the last 2 months from Wayne Net, the sole and broad subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises as of yet which focused on matters related but not limited to the Internet, including the maintenance of his social media app Instagram and the game he had launched.

There was the task of employing many positions in his company, from secretarial jobs to positions demanding high specialization in information technologies.

The Net worth increase in the name of Bruce Waye was from one million dollars (including the 900,000 dollar shop land where the new Wayne Enterprises stand today) to 1.7 million dollars.

If things went as they were going, Bruce planned his company to go public around July 2009, where the evaluation of Wayne Enterprises would be along the figures of five to five point two (5-5.2) million dollars, a manageable benchmark after which assistance for managing would be required.

The hand of the clock aimed at the number two when an alert sounded on Wayne's mobile, his personal one.

Bruce looked at the contents where the alert outsourced a CNN live, with a flashing announcement from Stark Industries.

Bruce gave a self-nod to himself as he pocketed his mobile back into where he brought it outside from, returning to his seat of power in the Wayne investment, the new subsidiary for which he had plans, later but now the second official part of the Wayne Enterprises.

'This changes things, Chaos is a ladder, and this marks for me to apply my plans more effectively and early than the initial estimate.'

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-News Flash- Tony Stark is back! The billionaire industrialist was found missing 3 months ago when a video was posted from the terrorist organization Ten Rings, claiming to have their hand in the same. -News Flash-

On CNBC, the Mad money watered down the meaning of the Stark CEO coming back to fold,

"Stark International: I've got one recommendation. Ready? BUYYY!!!! The Stark Industries, evaluated at the huge 394 billion dollars saw a rise of 24, yes 24 POINTS on Wednesday, a day before Christmas and as things are looking, it is bound to rise today after the press conference held by the famous Anthony Stark!"

"Stark Industries left behind Exxon to be the largest company in the world yesterday!!!"

"In two hours, CNBC would be present at the emergency conference from the prince that was promised, none other than Tony Stark, stay tuned to not miss anything on the matter."

Bruce switched off the TV to continue his workout, as he intended to wait for the official statement before investing his coin in anyone in the market.

[Originally Tony's net worth is 10 billion, evaluating Stark Industries to be around 18-25 billion which is pretty accurate because when the new worth was being written, 10 billion was the world's richest. I have diluted the value to make Tony's net worth around 120-140 billion, pretty accurate from the norm for 2008 where the largest Us one was Exxon, 392bil, to give you a rough estimate]

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"Why is there an announcement of the press conference when I asked Tony Stark to debrief about the circumstances first?"

"Sir we were not able to make a contact with Anthony Stark, he was taken by Colonel Rhodes, without protocols being fulfilled on his part, our reports mention friendship between the two."

"Pull out Coulson from the Archibald operation, send him for Stark conference hall top priority, he will see things to be done."

"Yes Sir."

"Status report on the Jatropa project?" Nick asked the chief engineer of the 7th Shield division to come forward.

"Sir, the construct would be able to dive and airborne by early 2010, while the change in headquarters would take a month at the earliest."

"Status report me about it every week and inform any anomalies that arise around it."

"Yes Sir."

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[I did not find his saying "I am vengeance" or "I am justice" appropriate with the context, so we will be going forward with the good old I am Batman]

/Same day. hours before/

"So that's it? Everyone's pulling the plug and moving on..."

"There's nothing left we can do. If there was any indication Tony was still alive--"

"Spare me. I read the official email. Thought maybe you'd have something different to say"

Rhodey follows her into Pepper's office.

"If anyone could figure out how to beat the odds, it's Tony. If it was you over there, he'd be finding a way to get you back. Or inventing a new one."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Be a better friend to him." And with that, she storms out, leaving him stung.

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Rhodey, duffel slung in front of a C-17, is shipping out on a line of soldiers. General Gabriel pulls up on a golf cart and approaches. Everyone salutes. The General pulls Rhodey aside.

"What do you think you're doing, Rhodes?"

"Going back there, Sir." General Gabriel sighs.

"Listen, son -- it's been three months without a single indication that Stark is still alive. We can't keep risking assets, least of all you."

"Are you blocking my transfer, Sir?" Gabriel looks around to address all the soldiers of his lower rank to Rhodes.

"Any one of these guys would kill for your career. Are you telling me you're willing to sacrifice that to fly a bunch of snake-eaters on a desert patrol halfway around the world?"

"I am, Sir." His answer was met with another sigh,

"Then I have one thing to say to you: Godspeed." He salutes Rhodey. Rhodey salutes back.

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At Tony's side.

"You have till tomorrow to assemble my missile." Raza walks out. His henchmen grab Abu's legs and drag him out. The silence hangs there.

"Prepare the propane tank IED 44 cylinder."

"On it." Both of them hasten their exit plan as they were met with a deadline to keep their heads by making the missile, a missile they had not even started making.

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/same time[same day hours ago]/

The Dark Knight was onto something. The five overseas were knocked out without a sound, a huge feat for anyone, but ordinary in this case.

Bats started off by throat chopping the relatively isolated one with the other hand's middle and ring finger blocking any air to be passed through the mouth, a basic technique the League of Shadows taught their protegees for silent infiltrations.

The Dark Knight had always maintained hostile relations with the league, primarily from their side but picked up whatever could improve his duty as Gotham's night guard. His current fighting style was a perfect amalgam of various techniques, primarily from the League of Shadows, the Court of Owls, and most dominantly his self-taught martial arts, the most versatile one to exist.

Batman lunged toward the nearest of the left ones, a single punch to the face and a sleight of hand to break the lower limbs of the opposite while maintaining stealth, a nigh difficult task for any.

Snatching the guns of the two, he kicked the jaw of the faking unconscious man, taking his consciousness as Bats struck the other couple with the guns provided to the thugs, perpendicular at the back of the head of one and straight at the forehead of another.

Sparing one last glance before moving ahead, he walks unabashed, in a straight path for the next group of three to see him approach them.

[Insert THE BATMAN Theme | Michael Giacchino ]

He lunges forward and lands a hard punch to the chest of the one forward while putting him down for good with another kick in the back of his head as the thug fell.

-Because he was not here to stop these dealings stealthily.

The other thug, wearing a black bandana, pulls a katana from his side while his partner loads out his gun for use.

-Nor he was here for some fare or acknowledgment from the masses.

Batman puts his hand over the nozzle and kicks forward with a force to be reckoned with, pushing the assault back into the open shipment container.

-He was there to make a statement.

The Katana ninja tries a basic yet practiced attack, straight down, pulling back his sword to cut him down in one strike.

-To make these small-time thugs think ten times before getting into the shady business.

He stops the incoming assault while diverting the force to his side and disarming the opponent out of his blade, throwing the sword aside while walking towards the man slowly.

-To bring out the fear in them, the hesitation in them, the terror, the horror, that if someone commits himself to crime in his area...

"W-we are the Hand woul- *hiccup* would not let this slide! Who even are you m- " The man receives another punch to his jaw as Batman turns to reach for the remaining sixteen men who were loading-unloading near the hangar.

-He cannot

"I am Batman" was the words the Ninja last remember listening to, as he lost consciousness while watching the leaving man with a black cape.

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"I am Batman"

On the screen was the Dark Knight in his full glory, blessing the Hand with his own Hand, effectively pulling off a deal worth millions, everyone brought to justice with the police being reported of the caught and bound thugs before the fight even started.

"He beat twenty-four men into submission, six of which were heavily armed with guns and the rest having swords and katanas, that too within one and a half minutes, the normal response time of the police in the area, and we have nothing on him?"

"Sir he shares quite some similarity with the incident of 3 months ago." Coulson brought out his thoughts in hand for everyone to ponder.

"That is true, it is impeccably similar, and he calls himself Batman?"

"So we now have an extraterrestrial vigilante on our streets and you can't find anything about this being the world's foremost spy agency, I mean where are the cameras following all the paths in and out from the location? any other witness to give us a read of his whereabouts. Surely the billions of dollars of international budget on Shield is being wasted under Fury's leadership." Continued General Thaddeus Ross, the representative from the Pentagon on the unknown threat still looming about the streets of the United States

While the news had died down, the authorities still made an effort to find leads about the falling man, as was in the interest of if so does happen in the mainland.

An Alien had fallen into their country with unknown intentions for God's sake!

"While Shield may say the alien one of the two was thrown off in space, the threats are still present without the man in question not coming forward to report the leadership of the country, I propose we make Martial law effective across the city and search each home individually for blood samples for full force!"

'That's idiotic'

"We will do no such thing, the future remains uncertain, and a friend is always preferred against an enemy. We should notify the person in question to come forward, as it has been a long since the public has been demanding answers. If we deprive them anymore, we risk a possible fallout as the protest rises across the world." One of the leading ladies of the World council suggested.

"I agree, the United States will be making an official statement about the matter soon." President Obama stood up and left his seat soon after the meeting ended with him addressing the World security council.

Walking outside in the hallways of the Pentagon, he was joined by the Director of Shield.

"So?"

"No one was killed, the worse of them would be on his feet in two months. Whoever this is, he is professional."

"That I could see."

"No, he is professional among professionals, I doubt fifty of my second-degree soldiers could even touch his fists without him allowing to do so," Nick answered as he swirled his black coffee around the cup.

"Can we bring him down if need be?"

"I would say yes, but not without mutual damage."

*ring*

"Mr. President, call for you." The President left as Fury replayed the video of Batman fighting.

On the screen was Batman looking straight into the camera in one of the cameras, anticipating to have the best view out of everyone he had encountered.

He turned and left after throwing the last one of the bodies into the pile supported by the electric pole.

Fury noticed the timestamp and walked toward the exit of the US Pentagon.

'Son of a bit#h'

On the screen was the video replay option, with one minute 27 seconds to beat all the armed and unarmed 24 people and then make a pile of them, pulling them from various places across the hangar.

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[Now I have only watched Daredevil and the X-men except the MCU movies, so I do not know much about the Hand, either I can incorporate it in my way, with Hydra being the main antagonist and Hand just a subsidiary, or I watch the series which comes to me very non-enticing, I am all up for suggestions.]

Yinsen grabs dead Khalid's weapon and runs into the tunnel, firing in the air. He enters the outer cavern and is confronted by Raza and his troops. Yinsen lowers his weapon to the ground.

Tony, trapped in the suit, watches the loading bars on the laptop get close. Suddenly --Multiple BURSTS of gunfire. Tony throws a look. SILENCE.

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Tony takes up his suit, the MArk one to counter the attack from Raza's men. On his way, he turns into the main chamber and sees Yinsen on the ground.

An RPG to the face, but not so effective, when Tony primes his flame throwers, but they malfunction. Both men square off. Raza aims, but now Tony's flame throwers kick in and --

Raza flattens as twin plumes of fire envelope him. He SCREAMS, grabbing a dead soldier as a shield.

"We could've made it. Both of us. You could've seen your family again."

"I-I am going to see them again. They're waiting for me." And now Tony understands -- Yinsen's family is dead. Yinsen grins, then sags into himself, dead.

Rage overtakes Tony. He steams towards the exit, roaring, with Yinsen's last words heaving his mind.

"Don't waste it, Don't waste your life."

And there comes the light-bringer, with Firse in his hands, razing Raza's men to the ground as he destroys all of the Stark Tech they had saved here in their stash.

Tony flames everything, everyone in sight until nothing with the logo Stark is ashes in the valley.

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The gray armor shoots up. Tony clears the mountain ridge by inches, and then -- His boosters are suddenly spent. He plunges like a human cannonball.

The Earth swells up at us and - Tony THUDS into the sand, pieces of the armor splitting away.

Dazed, he struggles with the exoskeleton. He staggers into the dunes, away from the smoke and DISTANT EXPLOSIONS. He's torn up, clutching a bullet wound. He falls, gets up again, and keeps moving.

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The Apache lands at a distance, with four men taking lead, running forward was Rhodes- Thodey.

"How was the 'fun-vee'?"

Tony smiles, with visible expressions of sadness and hints of regret. They hug each other.

"Next time, your ride with me, Okay?" Rhodey supports Anthony as they make their way to the heli.

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[Batman logs, unknown file location- <Header > New day 91, continued log, Old day-3931]

Henceforth this world would be called the new world and the old one would be the Gotham World, to not cause confusion for my successor, the memory wiped me or a friend from the past.

The previous quarter has been fruitful, the following excerpt is for the above-mentioned individuals, should the need for a helping hand comes.

All the logs and papers for inheritance has been safely hidden in a safe, isolated from the likes of anything, only to be received by a series of identity check incorporated. The safe is to include, as of the 91st day all the land inheritance papers, company rights, and individual copyright rights. It also includes authentic individual identities for people the majority of the League, and individuals tracing their bond to <Bruce Wayne> with a background tracing back to the individual <Ben Tucker> valid in the time period between the <20th 1920 of March> to <19th 2024 of May> if the need ever arises for one. (The safe is to include a one-time device with the operating system Al-ios, capable of accessing all file types and applications before it would self-destruct in 15 hours)

The safe is heavily isolated, along with this information not being on any of the servers, unique to this drive only, to be hidden in a way readily accessible for people from <Gotham World> after being subjected to a series of identity checks.

The said background is to be valid until <20th 2024 of November,> after which the information would be subjected to incinerated

Continued report of the world finances and note-worthy events is below <15500 words> <highlighted 12 words>

With the individual Tony Stark brought back from Afghanistan, stocks of Stark Industries raise 29 points in the previous 9 hours. An increase in the net worth of the Industries by 21.95 billion. Further investments are to be made after the scheduled press conference the young CEO demanded first thing coming out of the desert.

The individual may be suffering from Post-traumatic stress, Attention disorders from a young age, and depression, but the speculations are yet to be verified.

Batman continues his activities as a vigilante in Hell's Kitchen and its vicinity, one previous mention of the daily illegal dealing being stopped after the first hit, points to the cautious head of the organization.

The new information in this log includes mention of <Highlight > The Hand <Highlight > of which no information was to be found in the public domain. With the lacking means of information gathering, it is advised to increase patrol, as Batman gains more information that way until the logistics and support are funded and developed.

Continuing, major terrorist organizations in the <New world> include <Highlight > Hydra <Highlight >, previously mentioned The Hand, and the occurring group of unguided religious fanatics in the Middle East, something that was found to be common between the new world and Gotham world.

The financial report includes...

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Another noteworthy mention is the investigating agencies present. With the addition of S.H.I.E.L.D. being fast on the tail, mystic arts are observed to have a part in the search for Batman.

Confirming the presence of the closely associated concept of magic here. With the findings of immortals, technology unbefitting of time, Spy agencies, the Hydra, mystic arts, and by extension magic, and the presence of potentially living Steppenwolf, the future of the world is bound to be anything but peaceful.

An irregularity in the common life of Bruce Wayne and that of Batman was noticed when the intelligence and decision-making prowess of both individuals was found to be limited, being capped due to means beyond understandings as of yet.

The Mind being compromised was taken into consideration but after the protocol <MOSgg#zero-five_AIKON > was taken into effect, the notion was put down. Further study on the matter is required.

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Inside Stark Industries lobby, Packed with Reporters waiting for the hundred-carat headline Pepper is approached by a man with a receding hairline, suit, and ID.

"You'll have to take a seat, Sir."

"Oh, I'm not a reporter. I'm Agent Phil Coulson with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division."

"That's a mouthful."

"I know, we are working on that. Here." He hands her a card. She squints at the tiny font.

"Look, Mr. Coulson, we've already spoken with the D.O.D., the FBI, the CIA-"

"We're a separate division with a more...specific focus. We need to debrief Tony about the circumstances of his escape. More importantly--" Pepper cuts him off.

"Well, great, I'll let him know-"

"-we're here to help. We're here to listen. I assure you Mr. Stark will want to talk to us."

"I'm sure he will. Now if you could just take your seat."

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Before the television was Bruce Wayne, on another, was the director of Shield, and on another was Archibald Garrod, a normal man with a huge investment in Stark Industries

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"The official report was sketchy. What happened to you over there, Mr. Stark?"

"What happened? I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I had more to offer this world than just making things that blow up.

And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark Industries."

The room is in chaos. Obadiah's ready to wrap this up, and moves towards Tony. The questions are now firing in a CACOPHONY. Obadiah takes the podium.

Tony steps down, exhilarated. He works his way through the swarming reporters, approaching Rhodey and Pepper -- who have stunned looks on their faces.

"You mean that? Or is this some clever stock maneuver?" Rhodey asks with a serious expression.

"That was not clever for a stock maneuver. Pepper counters, starting to complain when tony hushes here."

"Wait and see."

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Nick runs amok to gather his subordinates in S.H.I.E.L.D. unsure of what action to take, while Archibald Garrod was trying to connect to his investment banker, the one who had him but Stark Industry when it was at its peak yesterday, just after the news of Tony's return was aired on the television. He tried calling him and messaging him again and again, but to no avail, as it answered line is busy each time.

"Yes, this is Nokia Investments how may I help you?"

"SELL!!!!"

"May I know your name kind si-"

"I said SELL!!! connect me to that Swiss bastard Fleming!!! or I will find and kill him myself!!!"

"Sir-"

"I said CONNECT ME TO HIM!!!"

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In Wayne Enterprises, Bruce walked out of the room slowly after watching the press conference, heading towards his personal gym for his daily four hour workout.