[Comprehensive British and American] When short rich handsome meets tall rich handsome

"What is your name?"

"Tony, Tony Stark."

Tony twisted his mouth. Anyway, no one in this world knows what the name Stark stands for, right?

The front desk of the hotel was an elderly old woman with withered yellow hair and yellow teeth from years of smoking, wearing a greasy coat, and a pair of wolf-like greedy eyes.

She glanced at Tony, and continued to check him in calmly, as if she didn't see his distressed state.

It is said to be check-in, but in fact there is no simple registration, it just collects money, and then throws you a key with suspicious brown marks.

Tony took the key, turned around and went to the designated room.

The advantage of choosing this kind of place is that no one here will care who you are, no one will check your identity, or get into trouble, even if you die tomorrow, no one will care.

The downside is, the environment is just too bad.

The corner of Tony's mouth twitched, looking at the mess on the bed, the bed that hadn't even been cleaned——

There were a few used ones beside the bed, which adults could understand, and there were sleeves containing unknown liquids.

When did the former New York rich man live in such a place, not to mention when he was a New York rich man, even when he was in his worst embarrassment, the place he lived in was just dangerous.

It's not like here, dark, damp, and dead. It's like all the dark sides of the world are concentrated here, making people breathless, a desperate, abandoned city.

Gotham, a city whose name he had never heard before.

When he got into a fight with the captain and finally got out of Siberia, his armor only supported him anywhere and then died.

He passed out, and when he woke up again, he was lying on the edge of the beach, surrounded by people who were looking at him greedily like wolves.

They're waiting for him to die and then drain every ounce of value out of him.

After knocking down a few gangsters who were going to ask for some benefits from him, he probably understood what was going on here from his mouth.

He's sure he's never heard the name Gotham before, and it's not on a map of America.

So after eliminating all the impossible answers, the only answer is that he crossed over.

No one here knows who Tony Stark is, no one knows Iron Man, the Avengers.

The superhero organization here is called the Justice League, and the city under his feet is called Gotham, which belongs to Batman.

At this time, he had to be thankful that the armor on his body was retracted one second before he fainted, and melted into the reactor in his chest, otherwise, during his coma, he might be killed by greedy people because of that expensive armor die.

It's a big joke that Iron Man was killed by ordinary people.

But that's how it is in this city, they don't care about superheroes, it's full of criminals.

He had to say that this place made him feel a little depressed, not because of the filth from the outside, but because of the temperament of the city itself.

At least New York is a sunny city.

Tony sighed, but he didn't have a better choice now.

Because Tony Stark has no identity here.

He took the money from the two men who tried to rob him, and came here to buy himself a room where he could rest.

Because he has no identity, he can only temporarily choose to be in this kind of position where he will not check his documents at all.

"Hiss—" Tony suppressed his nausea and kicked everything on the bed to the floor before sitting on the bare bed.

A little bit of plaque on the wood is a tolerable thing, as long as he doesn't sit on the dirty sheets just now.

He slowly took off his clothes.

In fact, his current condition is not good. He is wearing a tattered suit with almost no original price, and his whole body is soaked, as if he has just been salvaged from the Gotham River.

His arm was broken and there were large bruises on his waist and abdomen.

Damn Steve Rogers, damn Bucky Barnes.

He cursed in his heart, then took off his clothes with great difficulty, and wiped himself with the good medicine bought next to him.

The whole process took him almost an hour, and he waited until it was dark outside before he basically treated the fragmentary wounds on his body.

Phew, he breathed a sigh of relief, drenched in cold sweat all over his body.

Fortunately, the bathroom in the room was still usable, so he took a shower, put on the sweater and hat he bought, and walked out of the hotel.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the people in the hotel raised their eyes like a vigilant wolf. After seeing him, they pretended to turn back casually, but their peripheral vision still stayed on him.

Tony shook his head a little uncomfortable and walked to the front desk.

"Where's the closest restaurant? And, is there a cell phone store?" Tony asked.

His armor has no power and Friday is temporarily dormant, and he now needs a little basic equipment to get his ai online.

The old woman glanced at him with cloudy eyes, and said quietly: "Go out and go right, there is a restaurant 300 meters away, and there is a shop 1000 meters further north."

Tony nodded and was about to leave when he was stopped by the shop owner: "Outlander?"

Tony stopped, nodded, and calmly waited for her next words.

"metropolis?"

Tony shook his head, another city he had never heard of: "New York."

"No wonder...outlanders, Gotham's night is not so easy to walk." The old woman said with a sneer, "If you have anything to do, you'd better do it tomorrow."

No matter what, Tony just came here and couldn't understand what she meant by this sentence.

But he could hear the good intentions behind this sentence, at least not to harm him.

He nodded and said politely: "Thank you, there are more important things."

After speaking, he walked out of the hotel.

Before going out, he vaguely heard the indifferent mocking voice behind him: "Another foreigner who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive."

"I bet he has to die tomorrow."

……

Tony was speechless, why did it sound so scary here.

But if Tony is scared like this, he can't be Iron Man!

……

After walking for almost 10 minutes, even if Tony was not happy, he had to admit a fact.

He is a lunatic.

Usually, when he goes to various places, he is guided by his reliable AI, or Pepper brings him directly.

Now away from Friday and Little Pepper, he found that he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

Go out and go right, there is a restaurant 300 meters away, and there is a shop 1000 meters further north.

300 meters to the right, the doors along the road are closed. Where is there any restaurant?And north, where is north?

There is not even a road sign along the road here, and it is exactly the same everywhere. Who can tell him where he is now? !

Tony stood blankly at the intersection, and found himself facing this very embarrassing situation.

Not only does he not know where he is going now, he also doesn't know how to get back.

I want to ask someone to ask, he found that the road either looks like it will cause trouble, or it looks like it will cause trouble.

Tony felt a headache, and before he knew it, he had walked from the main road to the alley.

"A lost kitten..." While hesitating, he suddenly heard someone talking next to him, and then he saw several people with guns and baseball bats walking out of the dark corner.

The leader had a long scar on his face, he smiled sullenly, and looked at Tony with wanton eyes: "My dear cat, can't you find your way home?"

Tony glanced back in surprise, making sure there was no one behind him, knowing that this person was teasing him.

The little rich man has only molested others in his life, and has never been molested by others.

"I'll give you a chance to take back what I just said." Tony, who was in a bad mood, said sullenly.

"The little kitten is still blowing up? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my brother is here."

Heh, Tony sneered, and reached for his watch, ready to wake up the gauntlet.

Although he just came here and the energy of his armor was exhausted, it didn't mean that he was powerless.

Palm Cannon taught them how to be human.

Just when he was about to activate the palm cannon in one fell swoop, to abolish this group of people, at least the "tools" they prepared, there was a whoosh sound of breaking through the air, and a black bat dart quickly hit the hand of the person in front of him.

"Fuck..." The leader was about to curse, when he suddenly saw the bat dart on the ground, his expression changed quickly, "The bat monster...it's the bat monster! Run!"

Before he finished speaking, a group of people scattered like birds and beasts.

But before they had time to take two steps, a black figure descended from the sky one by one, knocking them all to the ground in an instant.

Tony, who witnessed all this: ...

Put away the gauntlets pretending nothing happened.

He looked up and down at the man called the Bat Monster. Judging from his size, he was obviously a strong man.

Especially after he straightened up, he was at least 1.9 meters tall, which made Tony jealous.

One in each hand, he neatly tied up the hooligans with ropes, packed them, and hung them on the street lamp next to them.

The proficiency of the movements left Tony dumbfounded.

This style instantly reminded Tony of the Gotham vigilante, Batman, whom he had inquired about not long ago.

"Call the police." While he was looking at the other person, Batman had completed his series of actions and turned to Tony and said.

Tony rolled his eyes secretly. Didn't he call the police without identity and get himself involved?

But he still nodded obediently.

After Batman finished speaking, he took out his hook gun and was about to leave, when Tony suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

Batman's movement of holding the hook gun stopped, and he turned back, looking at him emotionlessly through the dark white goggles.

"I want to ask, can you take me to the nearest mobile phone store? I lost something when I came to Gotham for the first time, and the road is a bit unfamiliar."

Batman looked at him in silence for a while, as if to say, "You actually asked Batman for help?" Even if he didn't say anything, Tony could feel his speechlessness.

But what can he do?Batman's ass is the only Gotham person he sees who is willing to talk to him and is not so fierce (?).

And if he doesn't let Friday go online, he can kill himself just because he can't find a restaurant here!

In order to achieve his goal, he opened a pair of big brown eyes and looked at Batman pitifully, just like an abandoned puppy.

Even a little pepper can't resist these eyes!

Batman leaned forward slightly, just when Tony thought he was going to take him away, he raised his hook gun and jumped to the next upstairs.

Tony:  …

"Don't run around in Gotham at night." Batman said coldly.

Finally dumped his cell phone.