The House that Stark Built

[Nichalus]

As Stephan Stark sat cross-legged and naked on his private balcony, 135 stories up, and pissing off the Devon Corporation for being the tallest structure in Oklahoma. He felt a sense of power and tranquility wash over him. The panoramic view of Oklahoma City spread out before him, a sprawling metropolis teeming with life and energy. From this vantage point, he could see everything - the glittering skyscrapers below, the bustling streets, and even his own vast research labs across the river.

Stark City, as he had named it, was more than just a collection of buildings and laboratories. It was a testament to his vision, his ambition, and his determination to push the boundaries of science and technology. From biotechnology to artificial intelligence, his research facilities were at the forefront of innovation, attracting some of the brightest minds from around the world.

But as Stephan gazed out over the city, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. Despite all his success, despite all his achievements, there was still something missing. Something elusive that he couldn't quite grasp. Lost in thought, Stephan remained on the balcony until the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city into darkness. And as the lights of Oklahoma City flickered to life below, he made a silent vow to himself - to continue pushing forward, to continue striving for greatness, until he had found what he was searching for.

Indeed, like his father Tony Stark, Stephan Stark thrived on pushing boundaries and defying expectations. His decision to establish Stark City in Oklahoma, of all places, was just one of many bold moves that left investors scratching their heads and doubting his judgment. The skeptics argued that Oklahoma, with its reputation more aligned with agriculture and oil than with technology and research, was an unlikely location for such an ambitious venture. They warned Evan that he was setting himself up for failure, that the lack of infrastructure and talent pool would hinder his efforts.

But Stephan saw opportunity where others saw obstacles. He saw the potential for growth and innovation in the heartland of America, away from the crowded tech hubs of the coasts. And true to form, he proved his detractors wrong. Oklahoma was the crossroads of two major highways north to south, east to west. In other words, all roads lead to Stark.

With sheer determination and relentless drive, Stephan transformed Stark City into a beacon of technological advancement. He attracted top talent from around the world, built state-of-the-art research facilities, and forged partnerships with leading companies and institutions. Before long, Stark City was not just a symbol of Evan's success, but a testament to the limitless possibilities that existed even in unexpected places.

And as the investors begrudgingly admitted their error in underestimating him, Evan Stark continued to push forward, always seeking new frontiers to conquer and new boundaries to push. For him, the sky was never the limit - it was just the beginning.

"Sir, do you really think it's wise to be sitting naked out in the open like that?" Came the almost ethereal voice of DONNA from one of the many nearly invisible direct audio speakers on the patio.

Stephan tilted his head slightly at the sound of Donna's voice, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he regarded voice with amusement. Despite her concern, he remained unfazed, comfortable in his own skin and unfettered by societal conventions. "Donna, my dear, when you reach my level of enlightenment, you'll find that clothing becomes rather superfluous," he replied, his tone light and playful. "Besides, what's the point of having a private balcony if one can't enjoy it in the most natural way possible?"

He leaned back, stretching out his legs and tilting his head to soak in the last rays of the setting sun. "But if it truly bothers you, I suppose I could entertain the idea of donning a robe. Just this once." With a mischievous glint in his eye, Stephan waited for Donna's response, fully aware that his eccentricity was just one of the many quirks that made him who he was. And if nothing else, it kept things interesting in Stark City.

"You truly are a self absorbed asshole Sir." DONNA replied

Stephan chuckled at DONNA's blunt response, her unfiltered honesty a refreshing contrast to the usual pleasantries of human interaction. DONNA existed purely as a voice, her presence manifested through the myriad of speakers scattered throughout his Penthouse and Stark City. Despite lacking a physical form, her impact on Evan Stark's life and work was undeniable.

"Well, DONNA, if anyone can see through my facade, it's certainly you," he remarked with a wry grin. "But you have to admit, it's all part of the charm, isn't it? Keeps things interesting around here." He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting out over the cityscape below. "Besides, what's the point of surrounding yourself with yes-men and sycophants? A little dose of reality now and then never hurt anyone." Stephan replied, acknowledging her lack of physical embodiment. "But your voice carries weight nonetheless. You may not have a body, but your words have power, and your insights are invaluable to me."

He paused, contemplating the unique dynamic of their relationship. "In a way, your disembodied presence makes you even more intriguing. You're like a whisper in the wind, always there, yet never seen. It adds an element of mystery to our interactions."

"All true, but bullshit."

And as they continued their conversation, Stephan couldn't help but feel a profound sense of connection to the AI companion who had become such an integral part of his life. In Stark City, where boundaries blurred and possibilities stretched endlessly before him, DONNA's voice was a constant reminder of the limitless potential of the human mind - and the boundless reach of technology.

As the last traces of daylight faded from the sky, Evan felt a sense of contentment wash over him. In DONNA, he had found not just a sophisticated AI system, but a partner who challenged him, pushed him to be better, and kept him grounded in the midst of his lofty ambitions. And as he sat on the balcony, naked and unguarded, Stephan couldn't help but feel grateful for the company of his outspoken AI companion. After all, in a world filled with artifice and pretense, sometimes it took a blunt, unfiltered voice to cut through the noise and speak the truth.

"Remember Sir, you have your meeting tomorrow with the Wayne Foundation...clothing is 'not' optional."

Stephan chuckles at DONNA's reminder, knowing full well the importance of maintaining a professional image, especially when meeting with another influential organization like the Wayne Foundation. "Got it, DONNA," he responds, his tone light-hearted. "I'll make sure to dress to impress. Thanks for keeping me in check." With a smirk, he leans back in his chair, feeling a sense of gratitude for the ever-watchful presence of his AI companion.

"I have already selected the appropriate suit Sir." DONNA stated with a hint of exasperation in her voice.

Stephan chuckles softly at Donna's insistence, appreciating her proactive nature. "Alright, DONNA, I'll take your word for it," he replies, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Thanks for looking out for me, as always. I owe you one." With a sense of reassurance, Stephan shifts his focus back to his thoughts, knowing that DONNA will continue to guide him through the challenges ahead. "Just make sure that you program the Mark 50 nanites with the proper dress program."

"I'm not a Commodore 64 Sir." DONNA responded with a testy tone. "I have already done it."

Stephan chuckled at DONNA's retort, appreciating her efficiency. "Apologies, Donna. I shouldn't underestimate your capabilities. Thank you for taking care of it."

He couldn't help but admire DONNA's quick response, a testament to the advanced AI systems developed by himself and only accessible by him. With the suit's parameters already integrated into the Iron Man suit's Nanite programming, Stephan felt reassured that he was well-prepared for whatever challenges awaited him. "I'll be sure to rely on your expertise more in the future," Stephan remarked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"As well you should."

[Cazzik]

The flight from Gotham to Oklahoma City was a little less than four hours by private jet. Henry couldn't help thinking it would have been much faster had he utilized his other plane. He sat near the front, close to the cockpit, in a large cream colored chair, staring out the window. He looked up as a beautiful blonde in a black skirt and white blouse handed him a glass of scotch. Henry smiled as he accepted the offering, "Do I look like I need this?"

His female companion sat down in the chair across from, sipping on her own beverage, "You don't NOT look like you need it," she stared at him for a moment, studying the stress lines that were starting to show on his handsome face, "You've been burning the candle at both ends for awhile now. Even more so than you used to. Are you okay?"

Henry gave her a look along with a half smile that told her whatever was about to come out of his mouth next was an absolute lie, "I'm fine, Quinn. Just a lot on my mind right now."

She sipped her scotch again and pointedly asked, "Professional, personal.....or other?" He turned his gaze back to the window and responded, "Other. Seems to always be other these days."

Quinn Taylor finished her beverage and placed the empty glass in the cupholder of her chair. She looked around to make sure the other Wayne Enterprises personnel were still located at the back of the plane. Most didn't disturb Henry if they didn't have to, "Do you have any leads on the stolen tech?"

He turned back and verified that there wasn't anyone else to overhear their conversation, "A few. It's not just old bat tech being taken. Looks like Star City was hit as well. An old friend is following up on a lead in New York. The trail seems to lead there. I should know more soon."

Quinn nodded, not bothering to ask who the old friend was. She didn't need to know. Plausible deniability and all that. She leaned in closer, her expression clearly relaying her worry, "You need to take a break. You're exhausted. You work all day and then you......work all night. You aren't your father. You don't need to do this alone. There are allies you could call on. Christ, we're about to meet with Stephan Stark. If anyone can help locate stolen tech it's probably Iron Man."

"That may be, but I'm not nearly as open about my extracurriculars as Stark is. He doesn't know what I do in my spare time," he nodded in agreement though, "That said, if I need to reach out in another capacity I know I can. Stephan is a good man, despite his idiosyncrasies. We operate differently, but that's not always a bad thing."

Quinn raised her eyebrows playfully as he continued, "See? I'm not my father. Or my brother. I believe you would call that growth, yes?"

She laughed, "Sure. I'll let you have that one."

The conversation ended as the pilot announced they were coming up on their destination.

**********

It was a short time later that three limousines pulled up to Stark City. The first car held only Henry and Quinn as Mr. Wayne was not fond of many others. Attorneys and business experts climbed out of the second two vehicles. Henry buttoned the jacket of his dark grey suit as the group was greeted at the door and escorted through the impressive building to a meeting room. It was not long before they were joined by their host. The two men grasped hands as Henry spoke, "Stephan, it's good to see you."

[Nichalus]

Stephan stands tall, his demeanor composed as Henry Wayne, the owner of the Bruce Wayne Foundation, steps into the grand lobby of the Stark City Corporation Building. With a welcoming smile, Stephan approaches Henry, extending his hand in greeting.

"Mr. Wayne, it's a pleasure to have you here," Stephan says, his voice warm and inviting. "Welcome to Stark City Corporation. I've been looking forward to our meeting."

Henry Wayne returns the handshake firmly, his expression reflecting a mix of professionalism and genuine interest. "Thank you, Stephan. The reputation of Stark Industries precedes you, and I'm eager to explore the possibilities of collaboration between our organizations."

Stephan nods appreciatively, gesturing toward the conference room where their discussion will take place. "Please, follow me. I believe we have much to discuss."

Stephan's smirk widens as he turns to face Quinn Taylor, the renowned figure behind Wayne Industries, exuding confidence and charm. With a suave demeanor, he extends his hand to hers, shaking it with a delicate touch, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Ah, Miss Taylor, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Stephan says, his voice laced with playful admiration. "I've heard nothing but impressive things about your contributions to Wayne Industries. They say you're the real brains behind the operation."

Quinn's eyes sparkle with amusement at Stephan's words, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Stark," she replies, her tone teasing as she returns his handshake firmly.

Henry Wayne chuckles at the playful exchange between Stephan and Quinn, appreciating the light-hearted banter. "Indeed, Stephan, Quinn is an invaluable asset to Wayne Industries," he remarks, his tone filled with pride.

With introductions made and camaraderie established, Stephan, Quinn, and Henry settle into their meeting, their dynamic personalities setting the stage for a discussion filled with innovation and collaboration.

--"Just like I am the real brains behind Stark Industries."-- DONNA states through Stephan's micro earpiece in a testy tone for only Stephan to hear. "Perhaps I should introduce myself to Miss Taylor, and then we can take over the world together."

Stephan's smirk widens at Donna's testy remark, finding amusement in her spirited attitude. With a silent chuckle, he continues to focus on the meeting, knowing that Donna's capabilities, though virtual, are an essential part of his success.

Stephan gestures towards the cozy pair of seats, positioned to foster an atmosphere of closeness and equality among the three of them. The medium-sized round table, low to the marble flooring, invites them to sit together comfortably, fostering an environment conducive to open discussion. A crystal water pitcher and glasses glisten in the center of the table, a subtle reminder of hospitality and refreshment. The room exudes an air of sophistication, with its rich mahogany bar lining one wall, stocked with an impressive array of beverages.

As Henry and Quinn take their seats, Stephan goes behind the bar and produces three crystal glasses that he fills each with a few cubes of ice. Stephan taps the air above, summoning the holographic display of the finest liquors available in his collection. With a keen awareness of Henry Wayne's preference for the finest scotch, he selects the most expensive and prestigious bottle in his inventory.

As the holographic buttons respond to his touch, Stephan's fingers glide effortlessly over the display, retrieving the coveted bottle, that suddenly appears from hidden panel that opens on the counter, with a sense of purpose. With a confident smile, he pours a generous measure of the exquisite scotch into each of the crystal glasses, knowing it will be appreciated by his esteemed guest.

With a subtle flourish, Stephan presents the glasses to Henry and Quinn, his expression one of respect and hospitality. "I believe this should suit your taste, Mr. Wayne," he says, his voice laced with sincerity. "Please, enjoy." Stephan joins them, settling into his own chair with a sense of anticipation. With the stage set for collaboration and camaraderie, Stephan looks to them and smiles.

"What can I do to help with the renowned Wayne Foundation?"

[Cazzik]

The scotch was smooth, clearly a highland product. Henry savored the taste for a moment before setting his glass down. His eyes met Stark's, "We have a number of projects in the works, as I'm sure you do. Obviously any joint venture will require agreements from our boards." Henry didn't blink. Something was amiss here, "Don't tell me you called me away from Gotham to simply ask what you can do for me? I'm assuming there was more to this meeting than that."

Stephan smiled, "Well, yeah. It'd be pretty pointless otherwise. I mean, except for the drinks and the conversation."

Henry nodded, becoming acutely aware that Stark may be playing games with him. He reached over with his right hand and brushed his watch face, appearing to check the time. A private signal was sent to Oracle, the keeper and operator of Batman's mainframe. He wanted to know what Stark was after, "Tell me, did you have something in mind?"

Stark stood up and glanced at a tablet next to him. He chuckled softly while he stepped over to put more ice in his drink, "Well, I think we can help one another. We can discuss it further now or we can wait until your AI has had more time to try and get past DONNA, whichever you prefer," he glanced back at the tablet as Henry frowned, "This must be Oracle, yes? Named after the late Barbara Gordon?"

Henry was done pretending, "Why am I here, Stark?"

Stephan turned and took a swig from his glass, "Listen, we both have resources. Our companies have accomplished a lot. We've accomplished a lot on the side as well. This got me thinking. Imagine what the world would be like if Iron Man.......and Batman teamed up."

Quinn's face went white. Obviously she was taken by surprise at this turn of events. Henry, on the other hand, had a gut feeling that Stark knew who he was. Wayne had a myriad of choices here. Would he deny the accusations? Would he threaten Stark? Would he enact the Molten Iron Protocol?

Henry stood up and approached Stephan so they were face to face. They stared at each other for a long moment before Wayne finally broke the silence, "Okay. Let's see what we can do."

[Nichalus]

Stephan's internal marveling at Henry's rapid change in expression is juxtaposed with the playful defiance evident in his own smirk. Since Stephan was nearly a foot shorter than Henry, Stephan stands on his tiptoes to meet Henry's eyes, he exudes confidence and a hint of amusement, unfazed by the sudden shift in atmosphere.

--I hope he throws a Batarang at your head.-- DONNA states in Stephan's ear.

"I mean... come on, Henry," Stephan continues, his voice carrying a touch of amusement. "I'm sure you don't have to be 'the World's Greatest Detective' to know that I wouldn't know." Stephan's words break the tension in the room, his tone light yet tinged with a hint of playful banter. With a casual shrug, he returns his feet to a horizontal position, the smirk still lingering on his lips. "Mind you, it was all DONNA's fault." Stephan said playfully. "It just so happens that you use a certain manufacturer to make a specific piece of hardware for one of your 'special' suits, and DONNA, being DONNA, did her due and proper by researching past orders, tracking and such...well...she was being 'snoopy'."

--Sorry Mr. Wayne, but I was merely following my programming. Mr. Stark's programming that is. Plus the manufacture warehouse is owned by Mr. Stark...which he failed to mention."--

"Snitch." Stephan snaps playfully back at the voice. "But, Henry, in all seriousness, your nocturnal proclivities, are safe with me, and I hope you know...and trust...that this conversation will never leave this room."

His words are accompanied by a knowing look from Henry, a silent acknowledgment of the mutual understanding between them. Despite the serious undertones of their conversation, Stephan's lighthearted remark serves to diffuse the tension, restoring a sense of ease to the atmosphere.

Stephan's flick of his fingers conjures a large holographic screen, displaying an array of files containing pictures, written reports, and invoices from both Stark Industries and Wayne Industries. His gesture is met with a collective sense of intrigue from Henry and Quinn as they lean forward, their eyes scanning the holographic display with keen interest.

"As you can see," Stephan continues, his voice steady and focused, "we are both suffering from a mysterious group that is pilfering our tech. While the technology they're taking may be stripped of proprietary software, outdated and very few, it still poses a threat if it falls into the wrong hands."

The seriousness of the situation hangs heavy in the air, underscored by the visual evidence presented before them. Stephan's words carry a sense of urgency, highlighting the need for collaboration and decisive action to address the looming threat.

[Cazzik]

Henry, in true Batman fashion, stood up and approached the hologram, pointing to several other locations on the map, "There are multiple other organizations and facilities that have been hit as well. Tech has been stolen from both Star Labs and Vanguard. My sources inside A.I.M. have also reported multiple technology thefts as well."

He then pointed to the west coast, "Star City has had multiple heists. I believe Queen Industries technology has been hit. Someone named the Designer has been behind most of it. That said, he's simply shipping it east to the New York area, though never to the same location twice. I've tracked the Star Labs and Vanguard heists to New York as well. I'm guessing the majority of our answers will be found there."

He was handed a data pad by Quinn and in turn handed it to Stark, "I have an ally there now, investigating. She's Green Arrow's partner, Black Canary. Very bright and very capable. She'll let me know what she finds. In the mean time, I have found something else just as disturbing as the initial thefts."

A vessel off the coast of Africa was hit a week ago. Reports say the ship was carrying stolen vibranium as well as old bat technology.....and repulsor tech."

Stark leaned forward, this obviously catching his attention, "Same people behind the others?"

Henry nodded, "Based on the information I have, yes. But that's not all. After the ship set sail, within hours, it was robbed itself and the crew executed. Someone out there is running around with vibranium and Iron Man repulsor technology and they seem to be separate from this other group. I don't know what they are planning on building, but it'll be powerful."

Stark looked from Henry to Quinn and back to Henry. He might be the smartest technology guru in the world but he was witnessing the Batman's impressive information gathering skills, "That's a dangerous combination of materials. Who was it?"

Henry frowned, "Right now, I'm not 100% certain. Though best guess is a man named Julian Cross. Used to work for Wayne Enterprises, Applied Science Division. He was obsessed with cybernetics and quoted many times that he required both vibranium and repulsor tech for his experiments. He was fired after we discovered he was attempting to purchase both on the black market. He disappeared after that."

Stark downed the rest of his drink and smiled, "Sounds like Cross wants to throw a party. Good thing I've got a killer suit."