3 Debut

It was the next day in the morning, and Tony was currently in his workshop laying down on an office chair as he watched the holographic screen directly in front of him, which seemed to have the news on.

Wearing a casual black t-shirt and matching pants, he watched the women newscaster speak.

[Ladies and gentlemen, last night their were multiple spotting's of a strange armored figure flying through Gotham's sky's. The people are calling it Iron Man, as it has arrested dozens of criminals in a single night, with a total of 87 of them. Making that a world record for arrests in a single night by one individual.]

[Our sources say it's a military prototype created by Stark Industries. Tony Stark himself has called a Press Conference in order to explain the situation, so please stay tuned, as we will report live.]

Tony turned it off with a flick of his wrist, glancing toward the stacked papers in the distance on the desk.

Sighing, he slumped into his chair, 'Even though last night went well, the paper work has tripled because of it. People are wondering if I'm the man in the suit, or if it's a robot. And Stark Industries marketing team is capitalizing on this, even though they are unsure themselves.'

Fortunately their was no Obadiah like their was in Iron Man 1, so he was currently the active CEO of Stark Industries. It would have been troublesome if Obadiah was here, as he was someone who seemed intent on backstabbing Tony in the first movie.

Nonetheless, he needed to find someone he can trust to run the company, but when he looked through the candidates, none met up to his expectations.

Of course their were many smart and responsible people, but they all had ulterior motives, or couldn't be trusted to keep the company safe. In essence he needed someone strong, and loyal, perhaps even fanatic, to keep the company safe.

And he already had a person in mind, so soon the burden of paperwork would be transferred to someone else.

Though because Obadiah wasn't in this world, that indicated only Tony Stark came to this world, including his lineage. Meaning no god sent secretary like Pepper Potts, or a trusting driver such as Happy Hogan exist in this world.

Everything Stark Industries has done now was managed by himself, because while he was a slacker, he couldn't just trust anyone with his company.

So while he wasn't personally involved with all aspects of the company, he was ultimately the boss who had to put the passing stamp on certain projects, amongst other menial stuff.

Getting up from the chair, he stood at the center platform of his workshop.

And as soon as he did, the ground below him parted open.

Various pieces of armor were latched onto his body, sealed tight, as the robots worked efficiently and quickly.

And after a minute, the process was done, as his helmet seamlessly connected to his head, with the visor closing shut with a click.

"I really need to make this faster." He muttered.

His thrusters then hummed with energy, and casually launched him up at immense speeds.

The roof had already opened as he zoomed out, and flew under the bright sun toward the Press Conference location.

As Tony Stark soared through the sky, with the city lights twinkling far below, he couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.

In the past few years, he wasn't a fan of venturing out of his tower because of the distrust he held toward Gotham. Whenever one goes out it's practically a time ticking bomb, at least for someone rich like him.

Which is why now he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being powerful, and having the ability to freely roam wherever he wants without fear for his life.

Eventually he arrived at the venue as he descended toward the press conference.

The venue for the press conference was a spacious ballroom with a high ceiling, rows of seats filled the room, arranged in neat rows facing the elevated podium at the front.

Tony touched down at the podium with practiced ease, the sleek armor of the Mark III suit gleaming in the bright lights of the room.

A hush fell over the gathered crowd as they beheld the armored figure before them, their eyes widening in awe and disbelief.

"Is that the supposed Iron Man?"

"So it really was from Stark Industries!"

"Excuse Mr. Iron Man, what are you intentions from henceforth!?"

Tony ignored their questions as his gaze swept over the assembled crowd, taking in the sea of faces before him. With a subtle flicker of his eyes, his facial recognition system whirred to life, scanning each individual in the room and providing him with their names and affiliations.

Once noticing his silence, the reporters calmed down as they sat poised at their seats, their pens at the ready and cameras poised to capture every moment of the historic event.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Tony revealed the visor of his helmet, allowing the reporters to see the man behind the mask.

"I'm Iron Man."

He nonchalantly declared.

Causing the room to erupt into chaos.

"Tony Stark's Iron Man!?"

"Does that mean Gotham has it's own Superhero!?"

"How did you create such a suit!?"

Tony waved off the inquiry with a dismissive gesture. "Trade secrets, my friends," he quipped. "Let's just say it's a little something I cooked up in my spare time."

Another reporter's voice then interrupted.

"Mr. Stark, can you tell us more about the capabilities of the Iron Man suit? How does it compare to other advanced technologies?"

"Ah, the million-dollar question! Well, let's just say the Iron Man suit is in a league of its own. It's equipped with state-of-the-art weaponry, advanced propulsion systems, and a host of other gadgets that make it the ultimate tool for saving the day. As for comparisons, let's just say that other technologies pale in comparison to the genius that is Iron Man."

Another question then came.

"Is it true that you developed the Iron Man suit entirely on your own? What inspired you to create such a groundbreaking piece of technology?"

"I'd love to take all the credit, but I had some help. The Iron Man suit is the product of years of hard work, collaboration, and a little bit of inspiration from the world around me. As for what inspired me, well, let's just say that necessity is the mother of invention. When you've got a world full of problems just waiting to be solved, sometimes you've got to take matters into your own hands."

And another.

"There have been rumors circulating about your intentions with the Iron Man suit. Some say Stark Industries is planning to use it for personal gain, while others believe you have noble intentions. Care to set the record straight?"

"Well, you know how rumors are, they tend to be as unreliable as a Windows 95 computer."

Small laughter filled the room, as everyone couldn't help but smile at the joke.

Nevertheless, Tony continued, "But let me clear the air here. I built the Iron Man suit because, well, I'm Tony Stark. And if there's one thing Tony Stark knows how to do, it's build cool stuff. As for my intentions? Let's just say I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, but they're all aimed at making the world a better place. And if that happens to come with a little bit of fame and fortune, well, who am I to complain?"

Immediately after, dozens of more questions came at the same time, not even letting Tony answer.

Calmly raising his hand for silence, eventually they stopped talking, "I'll only take one more question, and I'll be picking on who."

Deflated sighs could be heard, while others expectantly waited, hoping to be called.

Tony's eyes scanned over the reporters, before seemingly stopping onto a certain black haired lady in a suit, sitting down among the crowd.

His eyes lingered on Lois Lane, the renowned journalist, with a hint of intrigue evident in his gaze. 

The Facial Recognition Software already identified her as soon as he walked in, so he wasn't surprised by her presence.

Pointing toward her, he says, "The lady from Daily Planet, I'll answer your question last."

She had a baffled expression wondering if she heard right.

"Uh, hi, Mr. Stark," Lois stammered, her voice betraying a hint of surprise as she rose to her feet. "I, uh, wasn't expecting... I mean, thank you for the opportunity."

She cleared her throat, composing herself before continuing, "My question is regarding your stance on government involvement. Will you be cooperating with them, providing them with technology similar to the Iron Man suit, or do you plan to strike a deal of sorts?"

Despite her initial astonishment, Lois's tone carried a professional edge, her gaze fixed on Tony with a mix of curiosity and determination.

Clink!

 Abruptly closing the visor of his helmet, he prepared to deliver his response.

"So you wanna know whether or not I'll cooperate with the government?" Tony questioned, his robotic voice cutting through the clamor of the room. "Well, perhaps this will clear the air... They can try all they want, but I've got two words for them."

"Fuck off."

Boom!

With that bold declaration, Tony rocketed off into the sky, leaving the stunned reporters in his wake.

As he disappeared into the clouds, a sense of defiance lingered in the air—a demonstration that Iron Man answered to no one but himself.

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