The "Young Heroes" base. The huge gates swing open, and a shiny car with a perfectly polished body smoothly drives up to them. The sound of the engine is smooth, powerful, immediately giving away the class of elite transport. Even by the way the car sparkled in the sun, it was clear - this is clearly something from Tony Stark's personal collection.

They were already waiting at the gate. Batman stood motionless, the shadow of his cape falling on the asphalt. Next to him was his protégé, Robin, slightly tense, but curious. He held back his emotions, but his eyes still darted to the car that had pulled up.

"Well, well... show us who they sent us here."

The car door opened. First - Tony Stark himself. In classic style: an expensive suit with a perfectly fitting jacket, glasses with mirrored lenses, a slight, signature smirk, as if he had just stepped off the cover of a magazine. He lazily adjusted his cufflinks and took a step to the side, turning towards the other door.

And then you come out. The whole scene seemed to slow down. You had the perfect look: a leather jacket, skinny jeans, massive boots, and black, stylish glasses that immediately made your aura unattainable and daring. The wind slightly touched your hair, and at that moment you looked like this was your red carpet, and not the hero base.

Tony, with a smug smile, gestured in your direction. — "Well, meet. The new generation - an upgraded version of me."

Batman did not flinch, his gaze was cold, studying, but Robin... He even forgot to hide his surprise for a second. His eyes slid over you, lingered on those very black glasses, and he quickly looked away so that no one would notice.

You took a couple of confident steps forward, taking off your glasses with one hand so that the sun glinted on the lenses. Your gaze was revealed beneath them - direct, confident, with a slight spark of insolence. The atmosphere was such that even Miss Martian, watching from afar, giggled quietly.

"Wow, what an entrance..."