Don't really know when this takes place. And Yes, I KNOW THAT BATMAN IS DC BUT I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF XD No specific pov in this one

Quote for this chapter: "The truth is . . . I am Iron Man."
-Tony Stark (starting out cheesy, I know lol)

" So you mean to tell me, that there is ANOTHER RICH GENIUS out there? That sounds awfully familiar," teased Clint, eyeing down Tony.

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold your horses. We don't even know if this jerk exists," Tony snapped back. He then tilted his head to the side, staring off into space with a smile, looking satisfied with himself. "And besides, it's not like anyone could ever come close to being as smart as me. After all, I'm-"

"Iron Man, we know, we know," Natasha mocked as she leaned calmly against the wall, polishing one of her guns, not bothering to lift her gaze.

"I was going to say 'the only genius philanthropist,' but that works too," he replied dryly.

Natasha rolled her eyes but went back to polishing. Bruce walked over to the table and picked up the newspaper to read from it. "The man in question, who has been nicknamed 'Batman,' is thought to be the one and only Bruce Wayne, one of the richest modern stars. Also a genius inventor, Wayne has proven to be a real candidate for this 'superhero.' The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, commonly known as S.H.I.E.L.D, has claimed that they have never heard of the man, and have insisted that he is indeed not a part of the Avengers society . . ."

Tony sped walked up to Banner and stanched the paper from his hands. "Hey!" Bruce whined, but made no attempt to get it back.

Stark pretended to study it left and right, holding it up to the light, smashing his glasses into his face, squinting at the words up close. "Well," he started. "I see why they call him Batman." He laughed so fiercely afterwards that he wrapped his hands around his stomach in a laughing fit. "This. Guy. Is. So. Damn. Fake," he said in between his laughs.

Natasha rolled her eyes again, tucking her gun away and standing up straight. "Stark, you sure you're not drunk?"

"When is he not?" Clint scoffed.

"Fair point," Nat mumbled back, before going and flicking Tony in the ear. "Stand up idiot, this is serious."

"I'm sorry, but there's no way that guy is a superhero. I mean look at that jumpsuit!"He started up laughing again, nearly falling down.

"Yup, he's drunk. Clint, call Pepper."

Tony was able to slow his laughing enough to speak again. "I'M NOT DRUNK!" he insisted, laughing at his own words. "You don't need to call my . . ." he started laughing again, sliding his hands to his knees. "GIRLFRIEND!" he finally screamed before returning to his laughing fit.

Natasha rolled her eyes once again, looking slightly amused.

"Umm, Tony," Bruce started nervously. "Pepper is your wife."

Tony stood up straight and brushed off his tux coat, a wide smile still on his face from trying to bite back his laughter. "Wha - she? No, Pepper's not my wife."

"That's it. JARVIS CALL PEPPER," Clint screamed.

"Mrs. Stark is currently out with Miss Maximoff and Mr. Parker," the AI informed them. Clint sighed annoyingly.

"I got this Barton," Natasha said dryly, before she balled her right fist and hit Stark square in the face with a forceful punch, clearly intending to knock him out.

"What the hell . . ." Tony started as he swayed on his feet, before fluttering slowly to the ground like a feather, his eyes gently closing. Nat brushed her hands together looking satisfied, as Bruce stood open-mouthed in shock, and Clint decided to wear a small smirk.

"Well, took care of that problem. Now, where were we?" she stepped over Stark's unconscious body and slipped the paper from between his hands with ease.

"Uh," Bruce started. "I don't think resorting to violence was the proper way to . . ."

"He's Tony Stark, Bruce. What else did you want us to do?" Clint interrupted in a playful tone.

"True, true."

Natasha started reading aloud the paper again, which basically went into more detail about Bruce's life, and how S.H.I.E.L.D was doing everything they could about finding out his actual identity. It was even suggested that the mysterious man was Tony, though that theory was almost immediately shot down by a quote from Fury, as expected.

The three were interrupted when Jarvis came on the speaker, alerting them that Fury wanted to see them right away, without question. Bruce seemed concerned as to how they were going to get Tony up there, and how they were going to explain why the philanthropist was unconscious with a bruised nose, but Clint suggested that they just drag his butt with them, and tell Fury that it was an 'accident.'

So, they had settled on that, and Natasha and Clint slung the drunken genius over their shoulders as they dragged him into the elevator and into Fury's office.

When they had entered, Steve, T'challa, Rhodey, Bucky, and Sam were already there, sitting in chairs lined up in a row. Parker and Wanda weren't there, as Jarvis had said. Fury was sitting back in his chair with his hands pressed together, his face unreadable as always.

Steve looked to Natasha with a confused expression as they walked in dragging Stark behind them. Nat quickly shot him a glance that said, shut up, we'll talk later.

Fury didn't even question Tony, but instead fiercely gestured for them to take a seat. Clint dragged Tony into a chair next to Rhodey, who rolled his eyes with a disappointing smile. Nat chose a seat next to Steve, Clint next to her, and Bruce on the very end.

Only then did Fury address them, sitting up straight in his seat, taking time to glare at every single on of them. "So," he started sharply. "I have dragged all of your butts up here for a reason. An important one, at that." He reached onto his table, and picked up a copy of the newspaper. "I assume you've all seen this already." He pointed at the picture of the masked man, and then to the picture of Bruce Wayne. "As you know, this man is suggested to be 'the Batman.' What I want to know is what you might already know."

Everyone gazed at each other, but no one spoke up. Rhodey opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking somewhat confused, and Steve shifted in his seat, but no one talked.

After about a minute, Fury spoke up again, sounding annoyed and even slightly amused. "Alright, well . . . back to plan B it is."

He stood up and extended his arms in a welcoming gesture. "Avengers, I would like you all to meet, Mr. Bruce Wayne."

Everyone turned at the same time to the door, expecting to see the tall, brown-haired man. But much to their surprise, no one appeared at first.

But eventually, a man came sulking through the doorway, his shoulders broad, and his hair a dark chestnut brown, just as his his eyes were.

He came in without speaking a word, and Fury pulled up a chair as he had the man sit down. "Mr. Wayne?" Fury pushed impatiently, tapping his hand on the desk.

"Ah, yes," said the apparent Mr. Wayne. His voice was deep and hushed, and it sounded as if he had a scratchy throat. He looked around at everyone's faces, his eyes squinting slightly in confusion as he came upon the unconscious Tony. He averted his gaze back to the wall behind them all as he spoke, seemingly not wanting to stare at any of them. "So, Mr. Fury here wanted me to come and talk to you about . . . this," he pointed down to the table at the paper Fury had set back down. "As most of you probably already know, I am-"

"Batman?" almost all of the Avengers said in sync.

Bruce seemed at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. "Wha- uh, ermm, no, no," he finally rasped.

Clint scoffed at his words, shaking his head in amusement. "Well . . . I'm waiting," Fury directed impatiently.

"Ah, yes," Bruce continued. "So, as I was saying, you probably know that I am Bruce Wayne, as I'm sure Fury has told you." He shifted almost uncomfortably in his chair. "Though, I'm still confused as to why he brought me here. I have nothing to share, I can assure you."

"Then . . . you are here why?" Clint pushed urgently, tapping his foot.

"Exactly what I was thinking. I don't recall being anything but, well, a rich genius."

"Sounds like someone else we know," Sam joked lightly, keeping the same bored expression.

Fury glared at Wayne impatiently, as if he had been expecting Bruce to say something more. "Mr. Wayne, you know very well why you're here. So I highly suggest you speak the hell up before we make you," he growled, his eye flaring with anger.

"Well," Bruce started once more. "All I can tell you is, well . . . not much, quite frankly. I do have a team of super humans, but they are considerably smaller than the Avengers." He paused as he tilted his head to the side, thinking deeply on what to say next. "Do I know this team? Well, yes I do. Am I a part of them . . . perhaps. But who's to say that I am Batman? It wouldn't make much of a difference if I was anyway. What would you do? Try to convince me to become an Avenger? That would never happen. I frankly have no interest in joining your avenging parade."

Clint scoffed again, clearly uninterested, just as nearly everyone else was in the room. All except for Steve, who was staring at Wayne with a quizzical expression. It took a while, but finally Steve spoke up. "So . . . You're basically admitting that you're the Batman?" He questioned, not sounding too confident in his words.

"No," he snapped back. "I never said that. I said-"

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne," interrupted Fury sarcastically. "I'll have the team talk to you later, just as I will. For now, get the hell out."

Everyone watched as Wayne was forced from the office against his will, leaving a satisfied team of heroes in his wake. 

To say the least, everyone was glad that this new jerk wasn't part of their team. The last thing they needed was, well, another Tony. 

"So," T'challa started, rising to his feet. "Why such a quick meeting? I have further questions for this odd man." 

"We all do," added Bucky, shrugging simply. "But think about it - we don't want to grill guy with questions and push him to the extreme," he started. "If we do, he'd be too suspicious."

"But . . . don't we want to know more about him?" pushed Steve curiously. 

"Yes," Fury began, walking over to stand in front of them all. "But Bucky is right. This Batman character could be bad news, and we sure as hell don't need any more enemies." 

"Indeed, we don't want to cause more trouble for ourselves. We already have a good load of bad people after us, if recall correctly," answered T'challa. 

"Hrmph?" mumbled Tony, as his eyes slowly opened. He put his hand on his nose, massaging it gently.

"Welcome back sleeping beauty," Natasha said dryly.

Tony rubbed his temples tiredly. "H-how did I . . ."

"Don't ask," warned Bruce lightly. 

"What did I miss?" Tony smirked. 

Everyone scoffed at Stark. They would explain later. This was surely not the last the Avengers would hear of Bruce Wayne. 

A/N

Sorry this ended so abruptly and that it was so bad but i really want to keep my goal of one update per weekend and it's almost midnight so ya bye!