Iron Fam One-Shots

Batfam p2

Hi welcome back everyone plz enjoy this. Might have to make a p3 to wrap it up nicely.

Sorry I've had no motivation to write hardly anything the last like year and then suddenly I write three things in the span of less than a week.

Life sucks.

Dick

The kid moves... fast. Honestly, if I didn't know better, I'd almost say he was a speedster. Or maybe he's just on drugs.

I was elected to... babysit, and despite my best efforts, the kid has almost tore one of our computers apart. Okay, well, maybe not my best efforts. Kid thinks he can crack interdimensional travel? Sure, I guess. He needs to build an AI in order to control his suit? Sure, why not.

The kid stops suddenly, stepping back slowly.

"Karen?" There is a beep.

"Peter, you're alright." He jumps in joy. He actually jumps in joy—

"Karen!! Oh my god— I thought—"

"Being in a new universe means the vibranium in your suit has been compromised. You need to find a suitable substitute."

"... you know we're in a different universe?"

"Of course, Mr. Stark equipped me for a wide range of situations, including time travel and traveling through the multiverse. He did not, however, plan on me getting disabled by landing in a different universe." I can almost see the kid smiling.

"Of course. Okay. The vibranium is compromised, so I need another agent..." He looks to me, the giant white lenses are honestly kind of terrifying. Just a little.

"You need to re-upload me into your suit, Peter. I should be able to get your suit off so you can fix it." He nods and starts doing things, hitting buttons, humming music I don't recognize. There are more than a few times he tries to stick something in his mouth, a screwdriver or a flash drive or something, only to hit his mask. How long has it been since he ate? Or drank water? Alfred should be cooking something by now, no way Bruce is going to let this kid leave without so much as a sandwich.

It goes on for a few minutes before his suit literally falls away, folding itself back up into a band on his wrist, a watch, I think. Thank God he's not naked. It takes a moment before I register the red stains on him.

"Hey, kid, you're bleeding—"

"Was. I was bleeding. It stopped, it's dried."

"Hey—" I grab his arm only for him to pull it away.

"Don't touch me. I'm fine."

"Dude, I'm just try—" he sighs and grabs my pocket knife from my side, slicing into the palm of his hand before I can even react. "Hey—" he just holds his hand up as he continues typing. I watch the wound close. "Oh. Cool." He raises an eyebrow and keeps working. "My brother died not too long ago, and you just saw him up and walking around. Not the weirdest thing I've seen."

"Oh, cool. I died, too. What happened to him?"

"Murder. You?"

"My body ripped itself apart atom by atom." I blink. "Along with half the universe."

"Sounds... fun."

"Oh yea, loads." His voice is dry.

"Master Richard, Messr Peter." We both look to Alfred. "Food is waiting."

"I appreciate it, sir, but I will eat when I get home."

"Kid, you—"

"My name is Peter." He cuts me off.