Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man, is on the scene at the Gotham City Convention Center when Commissioner Gordon arrives to work the crime scene.
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Stark was impressed to see Commissioner Gordon leading a squad of SWAT officers into the presentation area. At this hour, he figured the old man was fast asleep and would delegate this encounter to an underling.
Guess he was wrong about the man’s dedication.
“Spread out!” Gordon commanded his men. “Check every corner, every piece of gear! Make sure they didn’t leave any surprises behind!”
As the officers spread out, Gordon, his old-school revolver in hand, approached Stark. He sat in one of the stadium seats, the Iron Man armor seated in the chair next to him.
Stark played with one of the gauntlets he’d found on a downed Russian’s hand.
“You seem to have the situation in hand, Mr. Stark,” Gordon said, lowering his weapon. The man recoiled as if catching a bad scent when he got close to Stark.
“Apologizes, commissioner,” Stark said. “I had to get out of the suit myself. Started to smell like a vodka factory in there.”
“What a surprise,” Gordon muttered. He turned and looked at the scene. He noted the downed thugs, the bat cuffs on each of them. Gordon also looked to the Russian hanging from the catwalk like a piñata.
“Would appear you had some help,” the top cop said.
Stark continued tinkering with the gauntlet. “Yeah. A friend of yours. And his female partner.” Stark tapped the Iron Man helmet. “Hacked into my communication systems too. Impressive.”
Gordon couldn’t hide a smile of pride. “Still think he’s too dangerous to be trusted?”
“Jury’s out on that. Unfortunately, some lady got the drop on Batman.”
Gordon’s attention returned to Stark. Off his concerned look, Stark gave him a dismissive wave of his hand.
“Don’t worry, though. He’s cool. Slipped away to deal with something else I suppose. Bad guys got away in the chopper, but not before we got some info on them.”
“Which you’ll share with us,” Gordon insisted politely.
“Sure.” Stark leaned back in his chair. “Won’t do you any good though. Batman was trying for IDs but ran into a SHIELD firewall or something.”
“We can put in a request for info.”
“You do that Jim, but it’ll take too long. These perps are on the move.”
Stark hit a panel on the side of the Iron Man armor’s chest. A panel slid open, revealing a cell phone earpiece. Stark settled it into his ear. “I happen to have the SHIELD director’s cell number. And he owes me a favor.”
Gordon looked from Stark to the mess in front of him. “So, the GCPD should just clean up your mess and wait for you to do our job for us?”
Stark acknowledged Gordon’s frustration. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything he could do about it. “I guess so,” Stark said.
Off Gordon’s look of displeasure, Stark added, “My next call will be to Pepper, my other girl Friday. She’ll get some contractors in here, have this place ready to go in twenty-four hours.”
“That is not the point, Mr. Stark.” Gordon’s sharp tone got Stark’s attention. The commissioner continued.
“You may have Nick Fury’s number, and you may have saved the planet from aliens. But we little people can solve our own problems from time to time!”
“Um… says the guy with a giant Bat-signal on police headquarters.”
Gordon abruptly stopped talking. His face got red, not from embarrassment but anger. Stark realized that hadn’t been the wisest choice of words.
“Batman works with the police,” Gordon said, emphasizing the word ‘with.’ “He finds leads, turns them over to proper law enforcement so we can run them down and have evidence. So criminals don’t just walk through a revolving door of justice.”
Stark nodded. “Apologies, commissioner. Aliens don’t go to jail, so I’m kinda outta the loop on that. But as a show of good faith, I give you exhibit A!”
He handed the gauntlet to Gordon. There was a compartment open on the back, with a few wires dangling out. Gordon didn’t know what to make of it.
“To the untrained eye, this is the same type of power gauntlet SHIELD’s Mandroid soldiers wear,” Stark began. “Luckily, you’ve got me here. I designed that gauntlet.”
Emphasizing the gauntlet in his hand, he added, “This is a cheap Russian knockoff. Which ties to the cheap Russian hoods Batman gift wrapped for you.”
Gordon took the gauntlet, looking at it over the tops of his glasses. “I’ll have our forensics boys look for fingerprints.” He flashed a glare at Stark. “Other than yours and mine, anyway.”
Stark gave Gordon a silent “Sorry.” He then stood up. “Now if you’ll excuse me for a moment, I have to make a call to an angry one-eyed associate.”
Gordon nodded. “Don’t go too far, Mr. Stark. We’ll have some questions.”
Stark gave Gordon a mock salute. Gordon gave him a once-over, then turned away to address his officers.
To be continued…
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Copyright Info
DC Adventures, Copyright 2011, Green Ronin Publishing; Author Steve Kenson. Now it’s Mutants and Masterminds, 3rd Edition
Advanced Player’s Manual, Copyright 2005, Green Ronin Publishing: Author Skip Williams.
The characters Iron Man, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Vanko, Black Widow and Nick Fury are Copyright Marvel Comics
The characters Batman/ Bruce Wayne, Batgirl/ Barbara Gordon, Black Mask, the Penguin/ Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, Renee Montoya, Commissioner Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth, Robin/ Dick Grayson, KGBeast and Bane are Copyright DC Comics
The character Juri Han is Copyright Capcom
None of the characters belong to me as this is fanfiction, done for fun, and as a creative exercise.
