Damian Wayne would be the first to tell you that Tony Stark was as stupid as they come. He had to rely on a suit to fight his battles. The man has no combat training whatsoever. He was spoiled as they come.

   Well until he found the man fixing an older model of the Batmobile. It was one that was so broken Lucius Fox said there was no way of fixing it. But here the man was. Taking a complex machine apart, cleaning, putting together and changing it. It was like watching an artist paint.

   "What are you doing," the child asked bluntly. "And why?"

   Tony jumped and hit his head against the vehicle's hood, as he stood up straighter. "Ow. I'm fixing the car. What else does it look like I'm doing?" The man rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to prove to a child that he was smarter than the boy gave him credit for. Not that any of the Batfamily seemed to care. Seeing as in one fashion, or another they were geniuses in their own right. "But if you must know. I need something to do. I can't just sit here and do nothing. If your father is going to push me aside I might as well me constructive with my spare time." The man was tired of it all. He had been here for almost a month and in that month nothing he did was excepted. Well at least to Alfred it was.

   "Master Damian," said butler sighed. "Your father is looking for you." The pre-teen turned and walked away. "Master Tony I must insist that you eat. Since I have learned with my charges that sleep is, in Master Timothy's word, for the weak." Tony smiled at the blatant sarcasm leaking from the older man.

   "Okay," Tony laughed. "I get it. I need to eat, sleep and shower. Not in that exact order." The older man nodded along as the engineer was herded to his temporary room. With the slightest of detour to the kitchen, but the man soon found himself showered and in bed.

   Bruce Wayne who had been out on patrol did not miss the build of a machine behind the unfinished Batmobile. It was exactly what he was making, but seemed to look sleeker. Like his machine was rushed instead of the careful planning he and Dr. Banner had been making.

   "I told you," a tired voice yawned behind the Bat. "I'm a genius. I may boast about it, but it's the only true thing I have. Other than my bots and A.I."

   Bruce turned ably to find the other billionaire walking away and talking into a headpiece. Whoever was on the other side did seem to be winning.

   He took his notes and ignored his butler's attempts to get him to bed. Why he though he could work the same magic on the stubborn man as he did Tony. Well this is Alfred and he always gets what needs to be done. When he needs it done. Dragging Batman away from a new intelligence thing was near on impossible. Even for the one hell of a butler known as Alfred Pennyworth.

   -little filler. Hope you like it.
                 -DS35