06-20-2017, 03:46 PM
And so it was decided. Through battle a not so typical alliance was created. Tony and Batman were on the move, hoping that the next item drop would be less of a battlefield. The first part of their journey was in silence, whether it was Batman's personality or the bitter taste of the last battle that still lingered, was unknown. Tony decided to break the silence, "So what do I call you?"
"I am known as Batman." The deep rough voice said
"Batman? Really? That's the best you could come up with?"
"It's complicated. Take it as a metaphor."
"Still… Batman? Well it's your show."
The vigilante continued to walk, not responding to Tony's disapproval of his name. He quickly changed the subject, " What can I call you?"
"Call me Tony, Tony Redgrave."
Batman came to a stop and turned to address his ally head on, "Alright Tony, I got a favor to ask you. You see this wound in my shoulder? It hasn't stopped bleeding since we started walking. The bleeding needs to stop, I need your help cauterize the wound."
"Are we at that point of our relationship already? Fine, I will help."
Without taking off his cowl the masked vigilante removed pieces of his armor, revealing a grave wound in his shoulder, blood still slowly flowing out from it. Tony stood next to him, observing the wound and the actions that followed.
From his knapsack Batman took the flint and tinder, who would've thought that this actually could be of use? Bruce started to make use of the primitive tools. His shoulder was killing him. Sparks appeared from the flint, failing to light the dry grass they scavenged from the nearby area. Frustration started to kick in, the pain from his wound started to affect his performance with even the simplest of tasks. How well would he do when another enemy appeared. He had to get this done quick. The second third and fourth attempt to create fire failed as miserably as the first. Bruce got ready to try again.
*BANG*
A loud shot was heard from a mere foot away, followed by agonizing pain on his shoulder. Batman groaned loudly, turning his head and saw the barrel of tony's shotgun being pressed against the wound, burning it shut.
"You're welcome." The gunslinger said satisfied.
He wasn't happy with it but Batman was grateful, the bleeding had stopped. "Thanks, but you could've warned me."
"Yeah, I could've. But anticipation would've only made it worse."
The dark knight assembled his armor once more, now that he was ready, the duo continued on their journey. On their way to yet another item-drop.
"I am known as Batman." The deep rough voice said
"Batman? Really? That's the best you could come up with?"
"It's complicated. Take it as a metaphor."
"Still… Batman? Well it's your show."
The vigilante continued to walk, not responding to Tony's disapproval of his name. He quickly changed the subject, " What can I call you?"
"Call me Tony, Tony Redgrave."
Batman came to a stop and turned to address his ally head on, "Alright Tony, I got a favor to ask you. You see this wound in my shoulder? It hasn't stopped bleeding since we started walking. The bleeding needs to stop, I need your help cauterize the wound."
"Are we at that point of our relationship already? Fine, I will help."
Without taking off his cowl the masked vigilante removed pieces of his armor, revealing a grave wound in his shoulder, blood still slowly flowing out from it. Tony stood next to him, observing the wound and the actions that followed.
From his knapsack Batman took the flint and tinder, who would've thought that this actually could be of use? Bruce started to make use of the primitive tools. His shoulder was killing him. Sparks appeared from the flint, failing to light the dry grass they scavenged from the nearby area. Frustration started to kick in, the pain from his wound started to affect his performance with even the simplest of tasks. How well would he do when another enemy appeared. He had to get this done quick. The second third and fourth attempt to create fire failed as miserably as the first. Bruce got ready to try again.
*BANG*
A loud shot was heard from a mere foot away, followed by agonizing pain on his shoulder. Batman groaned loudly, turning his head and saw the barrel of tony's shotgun being pressed against the wound, burning it shut.
"You're welcome." The gunslinger said satisfied.
He wasn't happy with it but Batman was grateful, the bleeding had stopped. "Thanks, but you could've warned me."
"Yeah, I could've. But anticipation would've only made it worse."
The dark knight assembled his armor once more, now that he was ready, the duo continued on their journey. On their way to yet another item-drop.
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