Warning: there be cursing. Beware! Though I'll try to tone it down.... (turns to side: how do you turn down Jason's cursing?) you're still listening? Uh.... PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN!!! (Runs away.)

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   "What? Just happened?" I looked at Alfred. The old man just chuckled and pointed down. And I'll admit. My curiosity was peaked. I took the piano entrance to the Batcave. A pissed pink haired person? Had a bunny in their hands. The bunny didn't look happy. If a bunny could look unhappy that is.

   "Now Richard," holy shit, Dick is the bunny? "Are you going to do that again?"

   The bunny squeaked and whistled. The man chuckled and handed the black, why am I only noticing that now, to Demon. Then I see him. The man I was here for. The one with the sweet tech.

   "Hello," a soft spoken man waved to me from next to Bruce. "You must be Jason." I nod and look back at the man with the goatee. He was is familiar, but I can't place why. "I'm Bruce Banner. To keep us separated call me Dr. Banner." I nod again.

   "I remember reading about you being more vocal," the dark haired man smirked. "What happened? Hulk got your tongue?"

   "Tony!"

   "But Jolly Green," Tony, as he was now dubbed, whined. "I want some one to have a verbal spar with. Mine is pissed, pink haired and will curse me. While you are occupied science.

   "You. Are Tony Stark," I gasp out. Oh fuck. I'm so asking him to tune my weapons. "So. I have a request."

"I'm not building you any weapons," Stark crosses his arms. "And I don't think I'm allowed to tune your weapon. Wayne?"

"No," The man hadn't even looked at me. "Jason no talking him into making you any weapons."

"Yes sir," Well shit. "Hey Demon. Give me Dickiebird."