A minute later, Tony put down his glass, smacked his lips, and chuckled. "Fu, your master doesn't have good taste. Isn't this whiskey wholesale in the supermarket? "
Fu said, "No, Mr. Stark. Master bought it at a convenience store."
Tony said, "… He's really thrifty."
That being said, he quietly picked up the bottle and scanned the serial number and production date on it.
I don't believe you're wearing armor when you go shopping at a convenience store! The tycoon muttered to himself, secretly praising himself for being quick-witted.
Fu said, "Thank you for the compliment. Master said that there are only a few people who can drink this anyway, so there's no need to provide anything too expensive. "
Tony: "…"
He suddenly felt that the wine was out of place.
Wasn't Fu saying that he could drink it if he wanted to, and forget about it if he didn't?
There were only a few superheroes who could drink Batman's "submarine," such as … him, Iron Man.
So, this guy didn't buy good wine on purpose, right?
There was a brief silence on the yacht.
Fu suddenly said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. Master is here."
At that moment, the hull of the boat trembled slightly. A moment later, a door opened on the wall, and a burly black figure walked out.
The corner of Tony's mouth twitched.
As smart as he was, he had brought detection equipment with him. Of course, the brief deceleration of the boat couldn't have escaped his notice.
Clearly, Batman was moving in the sea in his armor, and then meeting up with this moving "submarine." Wasn't this making it clear that he didn't want anyone to track him?
He was rather pissed.
Batman knew a lot about him, but he only knew that Batman was called Bruce. He wasn't even sure if it was his first or last name.
So, he immediately mocked him. "Yo, you asked us to meet on your" submarine, "and you're afraid that we'll see your face? Master Bruce is really a respectable person. "
As soon as he said that, Batman's blood-red lenses flickered, and he let out a low laugh. "Tony, you're always full of humor."
Tony: … Am I being humorous? Do you have a misunderstanding about the word humor?! Did your English be taught by a football coach?!
Just as a certain tycoon was cursing Batman's cultural level, he heard a slight click.
The Bat Armor's visor flipped up and retracted to the back of the neck, revealing a rather handsome square face. It was Big Ben's appearance.
At this moment, there was a smile on his face as he looked at Tony, whose eyes were wide open in shock. Then, he retreated slightly closer to the cabin wall and slightly opened his arms.
Amidst the fine cracking sounds, the armor's torso and limbs separated and began to be quickly retracted. Then, they were grabbed by the mechanical arms that appeared on the bulkhead and put into the bulkhead. The bulkhead closed once again.
A few seconds later, the muscular Batman in a suit appeared in front of the two of them.
He picked up the bottle of whiskey that Tony had poured for him and poured himself a glass. He said with a smile, "Also, my name is Bruce Wayne. You can call me Master Wayne if you like. Of course, you can continue to call me Bruce. "
Tony: … Grandpa Ghost likes to call you master.
Unlike Tony's "heartfelt" excitement, the young woman's eyes flickered as she carefully sized up this "Bruce Wayne," as if she wanted to scan him into her head.
Luke raised his glass in front of Tony and said, "I bought this from the supermarket, but you're the first friend to drink it. Does it matter if it's expensive or not? "
Tony was lost for words as he looked at the glass in front of him. He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
Luke also drank it in one gulp. He then put down his glass and looked at the young woman next to him. "This is our first official meeting. Should I call you Agent Romanov or Miss Romanova?"
The young woman smiled brilliantly. "Just call me Natasha."
Luke replied with a smile, "Actually, I think Natalia's a nice name."
The young woman was still smiling. "My friends usually call me Natasha. There's no need to be so polite, Mr. Wayne."
Luke nodded. "Okay, Natasha."
Tony couldn't help but curse inwardly. This charcoal head really liked to investigate people in secret! He didn't even let this woman off the hook.
If Natasha hadn't shown some abnormalities back then, Tony wouldn't have sensed anything wrong with the woman.
Of course, he later realized that Nick Fury was trying to establish a relationship with him through Natasha.
As it turned out, a certain someone had found out Natasha's original surname.
But when he recalled that Natasha had "worked together" with the black catgirl at Hammer Industries, he didn't find it strange anymore.
Luke sat down at the bar and gestured for Tony to sit down as well. He then said, "Everybody has a lot to do. Let's get down to business."
Tony's eyes flickered, and he gestured at Natasha, who was sitting at the bar. "Do you need Natasha to leave for a moment?"
Natasha made an international gesture in her heart, but didn't show it on her face.
Luke raised his hand and filled his and Tony's glasses again. "No need. Even if Natasha goes back and tells Director Fury everything, it might not be a bad thing. "
Tony and Natasha weren't surprised at that moment. Wasn't it only natural that Batman knew the name of the S.H.I.E.L.D. director?
Picking up his glass and taking a sip, Luke said, "Have you thought about the aftermath of the Experimentals' attack?"
Hearing that, Tony didn't look so relaxed. He nodded. "Make a donation. There were too many casualties this time."
Luke nodded. "In any case, you have money. It's good to donate some."
Tony: "…"
Luke, however, changed the topic. "But what I want to say is that for me and the superheroes who participated in this battle, the aftermath might not be good."
Tony frowned.
As an arms dealer who had been betrayed by his uncle Obadiah, he was no less suspicious than Luke.
Luke immediately thought of a lot of things, and he already had some guesses. "Are you saying that someone wants to use this incident to attack you and your friends?"
Luke nodded, then shook his head. "I'm in touch with them, but not all of them are my friends. But I'm the one who asked for their help this time, so I naturally have to consider the consequences for them. "
Natasha, who was listening, made a mental note: Luke valued "fairness" and had a certain degree of obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Tony asked, "So, what do I need to do?"
He had been looking forward to helping Batman for a long time.
That was because it seemed that most of the favors he owed Tony Stark had been given to this charcoal head.
He didn't feel comfortable not returning any of it.
Luke said, "You mentioned a donation just now. I think it's a good idea."
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