I Like This Place. I Think I'll Buy It. (OPEN)

[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight.

And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight.
Cuz we might not get tomorrow.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] Some people were freaked out by the universes colliding. Others were terrified. They had good reason to be, of course. Ever since the two universes had been smashed together there had been nothing but trouble, it seemed. But that didn't seem to phase Tony Stark. Even after nearly being hospitalized by the alternate universe's version of The Hulk, and being fear-gassed, and attacked by giant red magma-breath space dragon aliens (or whatever they were), the Man of Iron was still as curious about this new world as he ever was. Iron Man had taken to the skies today, scoping out Gotham below him. He wanted to map out the city for himself, zoom down all the narrow alleyways and corridors that went mostly unnoticed by the regular people of the world. After all, it wasn't the regular people that were attacking SHIELD. Not to mention, Tony still had his eye on this metropolis as far as real estate went. Sure the Falcones were a threat, and Wayne Enterprises owned a large share of just about everything, but Stark was used to overcoming incredible odds. If he wasn't, he certainly wouldn't be alive today. And, while he was in his suit, he wasn't hurting anymore, which was a nice change of pace. Iron Man landed on a flat roof top as he decided where to go next, following the map he'd created on his HUD and letting JARVIS recalculate his directions. Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [template made by missickle]

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[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

There was an old saying, which was as true today as it was on the day which such a phrase might have been spoken aloud and coined into some sort of sentient existence. Or something like that. Lots of big words, average sized brain, not enough punctuation - it all got a bit fuzzy after a while. That wasn't the saying, though. More of a commentary. In future, those will be marked on a separate line, preceded by // so you know, it's a comment. If it's going to run over a few, /* open, */ close. Trust me, you'll get it.

"Blue, you talk the biggest pile of-"

Though, despite being interesting, the subject of "comment notation" was indeed a far cry from the topic at hand. That topic, was an age old saying, which was as true now as it was then. 'Nothing is foolproof, because not even the fool knows what it is he plans to do.' Now, sure, Tony flew through the cities, wearing the most high tech equipment, zipping along the skies like a...flying, feathered thing. Insert witty simile here. But, one thing he couldn't avoid, despite his best efforts, was a particular Canadian. And this Canadian, was truely something else.

"Did he just call me stupid?!"

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He sat on the rooftop, quietly nomming away to himself - sushi, with chopsticks, which were discarded for being wildly too inaugurating, and instead replaced with a fork. If Tony were to look closely enough, he would see the single marks from where Wade had even attempted to set fire to the little wooden sticks, just to show them who's boss. Nobody got between a man and his raw fish. No one.

"Oh my God, Tony, these California rolls? Oh my God, Tony, these California rolls! It's like Gordon Ramsey, Marco Pierre White and Gary Rhodes all had some kind of sexual act with a single woman at once, their wonderful cook juices merged, and then spawned the greatest sushi maker who walked this planet. Then they had a kid, who wasn't quite as good as them, but still pretty successful, which went on to make these California rolls. They're pretty awesome. You should try one. Open your helmet, and your mouth, then catch it! Quick, before Blue writes mo-"

And with that, Wade had nabbed one of the little Japanese fish rolls between index and thumb - cut off before his speech might madden Stark, like listening to Cthulhu on his rise from R'yleth - and flung it, rather accurately toward the man of iron; California roll spinning furiously as it cut through the air, like a fish based shuriken. Were Tony allergic, this could only end horrifically. Otherwise, it was comedy gold in the making, like good old fashioned slapstick. The kind you had to hit your knee over, because it was just so damn funny.

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[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight.

And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight.
Cuz we might not get tomorrow.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] Are you kidding me. It wasn't even a question anymore. Why? Because there was never a good answer for it. When it came to Wade Wilson there was never a good answer. Why the hell was he on this roof? And how the hell did he pop out of nowhere? And why was he eating sushi? These were questions that Tony would have asked if it had been anyone other than Wade. But it wasn't. It was Wade. Therefore the questions went unasked. "Wade," Tony greeted with a sigh. Obviously he wasn't going to finish his plan for the day. But before he got much else out, a California roll came beaming straight at him. Tony barely had time to take a step back before the fish squished against his helmet. Everyone was still for a comically-long moment as the sound of sliding sushi filled the air. It made a gross meat-pop when it finally disconnected from Tony's helmet and dropped to the roof below him. "Wade, sometimes I just don't understand you," Tony said sarcastically as his face plate opened and a frowning, eyebrows-stitched-together expression met Deadpool's. "What are you even doing here? I thought New York was your base of operations. Gotham seems a bit dark for you." Way too dark. Sure, Deadpool was an assassin. But look at the guy. He was too damn silly for Gotham. Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [template made by missickle]

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[Wade "Deadpool" Wilson]

Wade looked horrified - his mask hanging from his belt, exposing his entire facial expression - as the sushi slid down the helmet...glass...alloy...HUD...thing. He wasn't entire sure what to call it bu-

"I'm certain Wolfie will know, she's the expert on Stark, after all." "Who's Wolfie, anyhow?" "The delightful little woman whom portrays the websites Tony "Iron Man" Stark, of course." "Ya mean like how Blue pretends he's the big guy?" "Correct you are, my simplistic little head-voice friend."

...Anyway. His face exposed, Wade's facial expression changed rather visibly, comedically even - it went from eight capital D to close triangle bracket eight open curled bracket. At least until the sushi slapped to the floor with a soggy "splat". Some contents even squished out on contact - which of course led to a very dramatic, overly so, replacement of sushi on lap to sushi on roof-ledge, and then belting straight up into standing.

"What the hell, Tone?! We're lucky those are free, you know. If that was a dragon roll, I'd have had to rub the wasabi into your eyes - I wouldn't want to, obviously, but only on principle. If I'll stab Weasel's leg over a cheetoh, I'll grind a spicy germ killing food condiment square into your big, brown lovelies. Then again, no-one likes Weasel. Or Bob for that matter."

He stopped, glancing over his shoulder, and around, just to be sure that Bob nor Weasel were there. They weren't, so with a confirmed nod, he felt safe to continue on. That silly HYDRA agent, whenever he was running after Wade, yelling "Mr. Wilson Mr. Wilson!" Wade always felt like he was in a terrible, amateur production of Dennis the Menace. Damn it, he was too good for that - he would at LEAST have a recurring role in Home Improvement.

Alas, he was having to go back to business. Tony asked a question; why Gotham? Why Gotham, indeed - it was a good question, the crazy ass Canuck would have to give Stark that, though he would never admit i-

"A fine question, my dear Toneson!"

...Or maybe he would. Nevermind.

"Why Gotham? I'll tell you why Gotha-"

In his excitement, Wade had nabbed for his holstered gun, swinging his arm wildly out, in turn casting the sushi off from the ledge to the streets below - the terrified screams of male and female hobos filling the air as they were maimed by falling California rolls and eye-gouging chopsticks ringing through the air. He leaned over the ledge slightly, peering at the damage, and cringed. Wasabi in eyes and noses, chopsticks poking eyeballs, hobos running into walls, blinded by a mix of raw fish and spicy sauce - one of them had managed to brain himself as he darted aimlessly while trying to clear pickled ginger from his eye, and instead cracked his head open on a lamp-post.

Wade couldn't believe the gore and horror, shocked and appalled, before shrugging his shoulders and carrying on, turning back to Tony. He'd get over seeing his sushi being wasted later, by finishing off the hobos.

"Where was I?...Oh, right! Why Gotham! So, you know how I'm good at what I do? Like, not just good, but really good? The kind of good that terrifies like 3/4 of SHIELD, repels The Avengers, and even makes Nick Fury a little nauseous? Well, I got a baby on the way, and I thought to myself, Wade, what would Benjamin Franklin do? Sadly, I concluded he'd electrocute himself with a kite, so I was back to square one. I stabbed a few anomalies here and there - nothing big, couple of Russian mafia types, the odd cheating husband/wife, you know, normal stuff - before the worlds went and clicked together. Whole new cities, totally new residents, problems, pests, rich types...It's perfect. I can't die, they can, I need to prove I'm not the type to #%@& with - why am I being censored?"

Because that's what the comics do.

"...I hate you. Anyway, so, Tone, want me to put one in Hammer? He irks me, so much - he's just a poor man's you. I bet Leifeld came up with him looking at you, then tried to tell everyone that it was an original concoction only a "genius" like him could come up with. He's fat, he's dumb, and I have no association with him. And besides, Justin'd look good with a gaping hole, right in the middle of his big, stupid looking face-"

And then, suddenly, without a word of warning, a wild woman appeared. Sadly, these were like Pidgy to him, and he had wasted enough standard and great pokeballs on these mamajams. Waving his gun wildly overhead, he looked from her, to Tony, and back again, his brows raised high.

"Tone, don't be alarmed, but I think we got a spy here. Can I shoot her, please? I promise I'll clean up properly, and we won't have to go through another 'keeping live prisoners' situation. I know, it's messy, they cost food and water money, and they just scream about how you're "mistreating them". It could be worse, but nope, basement's never good enough for them."

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[Dinah "Black Canary" Lance]

DINAH LANCE BLACK CANARY

It was a somewhat quiet night. Crime in Gotham had been low which was cause for concern. Dinah felt something was happening or in the works. It wasn't an every week occurrence of no Joker explosions or Scarecrow's fear toxin reportedly used on a citizen. No, there had been muggings and prostitution but that was normal in Gotham. That was actually quite possibly the lowest level of crime. Along with break ins but criminals were learning the people of Gotham armed their homes a bit more after Bane's take over. Dinah scrunched her nose as she shook her shoulders at the thought of that man.

They had ran into one another while Black Canary was on a mission with the Birds of Prey. They worked together for a common end at that moment and then the man had tried to force himself upon her. That certainly wasn't going to happen. She knew he was stronger than her but her mind and fighting expertise gave her an advantage that most none possessed when fighting Bane. That and he clearly had the hots for her which was also in her favor. Though how far he would take those feelings were none of which she wanted to think about at present. She was lucky an earthquake occurred and the temple's foundations allowed Dinah a quick exit. To see him resurface in Gotham a little while later was not so thrilling though she had yet to run into him.

Dinah was about to get back on her motorcycle, ready to return home for the night. It was early enough to catch 'I Love Lucy' on TV Land before she passed out for the night. Gotham had begun to warm up so she had her leather bomber jacket off and on the seat of her baby. It wasn't until a faint moving light in the sky caught her eye. She raised an eyebrow underneath her mask as he landed on a building not too far from her location. Just two down though Dinah was concealed in the shadows of the alley. She slid out and walked down unnoticed and grabbed ahold of the latter to the fire escape. Dinah was a bit shorter than needed so she had to get a nice jump. Her upper body was as strong as her lower body as she had an easy time climbing and pulling herself up.

By the time she had gotten to the top Dinah had managed to stumble into something off. A man in a body covering red and black suit talking, talking, talking. And threatening a poor girl with murder. Did Deadshot get a new costume and a new chatterbox installed?

"No one is murdering anyone tonight." She said as she walked from the shadows and crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced to Stark, remembering him the day the blonde he was with grabbed her and kissed her randomly. She did say she'd see him around after all. "Now what all is going on here?"

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[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight.

And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight.
Cuz we might not get tomorrow.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] This day was becoming weirder by the second. "Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey! Hold on a second there, Big Guy!" Tony shouted and nearly jumped in front of the poor blonde girl that had stumbled into the wrong sushi-loving assassin. He held his hands up, palms out, in a sort of "don't shoot" position. He knew, ultimately, it would do no good. If Wade wanted to shoot, Wade would shoot. But at least the Iron Man armor would deflect the bullets while the girl could escape. "Not a spy. She's, like, twelve, Wade. I bet her biggest crime is truancy." "No one is murdering anyone tonight." "Oh, for the love of-! Enough from the peanut gallery, okay? Things are weird enough-" Tony's faceplate clamped back down again, the eye slits lighting up once more as the heads-up display, or HUD (for future reference, Deadpool-captions), flickered to life and another's presence was detected. But when she walked up in a tight black leotard and fishnet stockings... Tony forgot what he was saying. "Now what all is going on here?" "Damn I love Gotham...." Tony mumbled before stumbling over his words as he tried to reply. "I mean... uh... sushi. Sushi is going on here." Sushi is a noun, not a verb, Stark. "We're eating- you... you're... I MEAN. UH. No, we're not eating you. We're- uh... you look familiar." He finally spat out as his arms dropped their defensive posture and he silently cursed his sudden incompetence. But... to be fair... it was hard to concentrate with all of that tits-n-ass hanging out. The faceplate opened again and the grinning face of Tony Stark greeted Black Canary. "Hi. I'm Tony Stark. And you are...?" Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [template made by missickle]

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