4306/You spoil me

You spoil me
Date of Scene:	20 April 2018
Location:	Sark Tower, New York City
Synopsis:	Batman delivers some goodies to Tony.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Batman

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Iron Man has posed:
    The proximity of the stealth ship to the tower sets off all kinds of massive alarms. STARK tower has low tolerance for mysterious vehicles of any type within a particular radius, and this is within that zone. Drones mobilize like a fleet of wasps, flickering around the shimmering windows in the night sky, their small cores of energy weaponry glinting. The upper hangars move into action, ready to deploy additional security measures. Tony himself rolls out of bed onto the floor with a moan, of "REALLY?" to JARVIS's report:

    "Unknown ship has appeared, stealth technology engaged," initially. Tony grumbles against the pillow he'd thrown onto the floor earlier, and drags himself up. Those drinks are not helping the situation, but the alarm is real. "Contact the damn thing to see if it's chatty, usual security protocol," Tony orders.

"Sir, we have an incoming request and call. The message is 'Outside'. It appears it is a visitor, outside of the ship now; I've directed an appropriate meeting spot on the balcony on 44."

"I do NOT have the patience for a villainous monologue right now," Tony gripes at JARVIS, but gets up, jogging towards the hidden bunker door. It will be only a short time to slide into the most recent Iron Man armor update, and launch out into the sky, coming around to the indicated balcony where the visitor chose to be with a brilliant flare of gold and red: proper full color display from Stark at whoever this is.

Batman has posed:
    The figure seems utterly out of place. Against this skyline, against the still remaining hint of daylight that can be seen even as the sun makes its way past the horizon. He's a figure in black, alone, though the sensors of the tower and the armor assuredly see the still hovering vessel some twenty meters above and at a ten degree angle away from him.
    The wind catches that cape and causes the corner of it to flare, a hint of that winglike lining to it seen as he lifts his head and focuses his irisless gaze upon the man in armor. "Stark." He says, the cape falling away just enough as he lifts one hand and a plastic case approximately one foot by one foot can be seen.

Iron Man has posed:
    "Oh. It's you," Iron Man answers, voice volume boosted by the armor. He slides over evenly and lands a short distance away. He drops his arms and crosses them over his chest, and sighs, "I was more than halfway through a /wonderful/ bottle of wine," Iron Man lets him know, some of the reality of that in the muddled quality of his voice. "So some warning would really make this easier on all parties," he adds, though it's not really a reprimand. More of a comment, influenced by the inebriation. The extreme fleet of little drones fly off, leaving them far more alone on the balcony.

    "I have something for you, too," Iron Man adds, upon spotting the case. Obviously he didn't just bring it out, though he sends the request for a drone to fetch it.

Batman has posed:
    The tall man in black gets a slight half-smirk that's barely there, but then it disappears as he steps forwards and extends the case towards the Iron Sentinel. The locks flip off with an electronic beep and then he draws it open displaying a pair of cans that are without markings but the machining is strongly reinforced. "I was able to aerosolize the cure, works best introduced through the respiratory system, but contact works as well. Just slower."
    The lid is closed again and he extends it towards Tony as he says, "I'm working on producing thirty more batches, but with the included formula you should be able to start as well." His eyes narrow as he focuses fully on Tony, "Depending on how much you feel you'll need."

Iron Man has posed:
    "I've got a little team on this too, world famous scientists," Tony says offhandedly: not a brag, just a fact, and it isn't a brush-off. "My group's anticipating the next move, and making some variations on the projected path of the serum," Tony shares, his suit running rapid diganostics on the case, contents, and so forth, as he accepts it. "Your Scarecrow's a piece of work," is the observation, accepting the case.
    "Also, I've got a few leads on labs around Gotham. A few look abandoned, one more active. Looking at doing a strike on it; if it has hostages in there we want them saved pronto, obviously. It's your turf, though. You want to split up the sites, hit it all at once with us?" Tony suggests, open in tone, cooperative.

Batman has posed:
    The wind up here is appreciable and at times catches the hem of the cloak, causing it to flare to the side even as he watches the other man. A nod is given in response to the statement about the Scarecrow and he might well have more to say, but then Tony confides in the planned op.
    Brow furrowing, the Batman seems to become more engaged as he nods once sharply. "That would work best." He steps forwards and twists his wrist up to expose the small LCD display upon his inner forearm. A map is keyed to life displaying those areas that had seen heightened activity but more than Tony likely has, not exactly because he has more intel, but most likely because Tony may have been able to eliminate a few from the list as likely sites with his data.
    "I have these sites surveilled. Rotating teams, remote as well. Was going to try and hit the three prominent ones. But with your personnel we could hit most of them."
    There's a pause as the Batman peers at Tony, then he adds. "Or all."

Iron Man has posed:
    "You know, as much as I enjoy redundancy, I could put resources elsewhere. We should share a little more," Tony says, rolling his head and neck a little, with a loud breath against the mic, which makes it a lot louder than it needs to be. He's had wine, yes. He comes a little closer to look at what he's given, though the sensors in his own suit are pulling and recording everything.

    "Hmmh. Following the money and resources has us pointed at the northwest one that you have. One of your prominents - so at least we agree," Tony says after a cursory glance, and cheating with his internal HUD overlay that JARVIS supplied. Also, though, Tony would expect Batman to be ahead: it's his city; Tony's not familiar with how Gotham is structured, by any means. "Obviously I think all, except that I expect more mutants going berserk in our laps again if we push over these labs. Depending on what mutations there are, it could push us thin to be everywhere."

Batman has posed:
    "Not to fault your security." The man in black says as he lowers his arm, "But I have responsibilities that make this likely the best path of data we're going to have." A nice way to say that Tony has no worries about his identity, but the Bat... does.
    He lets that topic drop, however, as he pushes down another angle of the conversation. "We have some possible counter-measures in the works beyond the cure, depending on the forty seven different mutant phenotypes." Batman frowns and takes a deep breath, but then he nods. "I have other matters at hand, but I can roll when you have your assets in play. All I need is a timetable."
    That said he turns and touches his belt, a fingertip swiped over that inner forearm display sends the signal needed to have the Batwing decloak as it hovers there, its engines now giving a low steady whine as it keeps its place in the air. The lower hatch snaps open with the hiss of depressurized air and a large metal claw extends.

Iron Man has posed:
    "I'll send the heads up through the JLA contact. I MIGHT be on those communications," Tony says, in a playful 'mock guilt' tone. "That work for you?" He looks up at the Batwing, and then remembers. He remembers mostly because a little drone buzzes on over, finally bringing what he had asked of it. He taps on it and extracts a little box from it.
    "Hey, I said I had something for you; do you want your party favor?" Tony asks, tone cheeky, but bright. He flips his wrist to toss it towards Batman. It's about the size of a soda can, and contains a simple data drive.

Batman has posed:
    The black gauntleted hand shoots out and snares the package that is sent his way. His heavy brow furrows as he looks at it, twisting it once, then attaching it to his belt with a curious electronic 'tink' of a sound and then a following 'click'. He turns to face Stark, the man's features seemingly unassailable as he lifts his other hand and the grapple line fires, latching onto that large metal claw underneath the wing. The winch begins to work and his wings flare with a snap, opening wide.
    And just before he slashes upwards into the sky, he'll hear the Batman's voice in that low rumble as he replies, "You spoil me."

Iron Man has posed:
    Tony laughs; a deep, easy relaxed sound. And certainly a contrast to the unmoving flat expression the Batman maintains. "Yes, yes I do. You're welcome!" Tony says, turning away, and far more unevenly flying back towards his hangar. Because lots of drinks make flying more fun, he also does a barrel roll or two on the way.