Rumble 13066 Lex Luthor and David Xanatos vs. Batman and Iron Man in CBUB Unrated Rumbles Posted December 9, 2012 Tony Stark stepped out of the limousine and stared up at the colossal skyscraper which was built in the shape of a capital "L." His mouth quirked in a sardonic smile. "Are you sure about this, boss?" Happy Hogan asked, sticking his head out the driver's window. "It always gives me the willies when you meet with Luthor." "Come on, Happy," Stark replied. "This guy's so insecure he had to build this monstrosity to strone his ego. What kind of a man does that?" "Um... yeah," Happy said. "So, you'll call when you're done?" "I promise not to stay out too late, mother." Briefcase in hand, Tony entered the lobby where an attractive woman, whose chauffeur's livery was tailored to show off her splendid legs met him. "Mr. Stark," she said. "Welcome to Lexcorp Tower." She led tony to an express elevator that went straight to the penthouse. He took a long, admiring look at her at the car rose. "Is there something I can help you with?" "I was just admiring your boss's sense of a dress code," Tony said. "I'm almost tempted to borrow the idea, but I don't think my driver could really pull it off." Despite herself, the woman smirked. "Ah!" Tony said. "I think I've made a dent in Lex's impervious security." "I beg to differ, Mr. Stark." "You can call me Tony, Ms... I'm afraid I didn't catch your name." "Mercy." "Really?" he raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn't think your boss would approve. He's more the type to have an assistant named 'Grimm' or something on those lines." The elevator reached the floor and the doors opened with a soft 'ping.' "I'll leave you here," Mercy said. "The next will be arriving any time and Mr. Luthor is waiting for you." Tony wandered into Lex Luthor's private quarters, glancing at the expensive ojets d'art that filled it. He pushed through a door into the library where the bald executive rose to greet him. "Tony!" he said in a voice like a tiger's purr, "I'm so glad you could come. Would you like a drink?" He went to the bar and opened a bottle of scotch and poured a little into each of two glasses. "None for me," Tony said. "Really? But it's a '37 Glendfiddich, you really can't pass up an opportunity to taste it." Tony shook his head and said nothing. "Ah, that's right," Luthor said with mock sympathy. "You've had a bit of a hard time with alcohol, haven't you? Well, I suppose some men run from their weaknesses while others rise above them." He tossed back his drink and smiled. "Speaking of rising above things," Tony said. "You've really done that here. Your big L has got to be the tallest building in Metropolis. You ought to build another just like it so people can see your initials from space." "I'm hardly the only one who has a tower built for him." "True, but the Stark Tower uses the latest in green technology. It's cutting edge technology... though I know that's not your big thing." "Come, come, Tony. You sound bothered. Is your ego hurt because my building's taller than yours?" "If we're talking skyscrapers," came a voice from the door, "Mine's taller than either of yours, and it's got a castle on it." The two turned to see a tall man with a van dyke beard and a pony tail entering. "Tony," he said nodding, "Lex." "David," Luthor said. "Tony and I were just--" "Discussing how we all have ediface complexes," Tony interrupted. David Xanatos chuckled and his eyes came to rest on the drink Luthor had poured for Stark. "Do you mind?" he asked, raising the glass. "Please," Tony said. Xanatos shallowed the whiskey and smiled contentedly. "That's a '39 Glenfiddich, if I'm not mistaken. That makes me think, I've got a Dalmore 64 Trinitas at home, I should have brought it." Lex's jaw tightened at the mention of a liquor even more extravagantly over priced than his. He was about to say something when the door opened again and Mercy entered with a dark-haired man with a square jaw. "Ah, Bruce," Luthor said and there were traces of venom in his tiger's purr voice. I see that our little group is complete. "Thanks for inviting me," Bruce Wayne replied. If there was any hostile emotion below the surface of his words, it was masterfully hidden. "David, Tony, good to see you both." The four of them took seats around the round table and Mercy took the fifth seat. She drew a new deck of cards from a drawer and began to shuffle them expertly. "Gentlemen," she said, "The game is Texas hold 'em. Ante up, please." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Four of the sharpest minds, the deepest pockets, and the most formidable egos have gathered for no limits Monday night poker. There won 't be any punches thrown or armor donned tonight. Cheating is possible, but only if the culprit can sneak it past the sharp eyes and technological safeguards of the others. Who will be the big winner tonight?