"Saying no won't help." Iron Man crossed his legs. "All right, next."
"Damn, even farm tools before the American Civil War weren't this cheap. I'd better go third," Roland told Superboy-Prime.
"In your dreams." Superboy-Prime curled his lip and stepped onto the auction platform. "Let's do this."
"One thousand dollars. Go buy yourself some comics," Batman told Superboy-Prime, glancing at Deadpool.
"One thousand dollars going once, one thousand dollars going twice, one thousand dollars going three times—sold!"
"Thanks." Superboy-Prime took the stack of bills and nodded to Batman.
"Wait, what—" Deadpool stared at Batman. "You're playing favorites?"
"I didn't bid earlier." Batman shrugged. "How is that playing favorites?"
"It's a question of character," Iron Man said.
"Am I really that bad a person?" Deadpool pointed at himself.
"What do you think?"
"Fine, just you wait—" Deadpool ground his teeth. "You'll regret this."
Iron Man ignored him and whistled.
"All right, I'm the last one. This is where we decide the winner!" Roland said cheerfully. "Ah, just thinking about Wayne Enterprises being renamed Roland Enterprises makes me want to laugh."
"Why are you saying the quiet part out loud?" Batman's mouth twitched.
"Let's begin!" Roland blinked. "Starting bid: ten thousand dollars."
"—Huh?" Deadpool looked at Roland. "You can do that?"
"Of course. How could I show my face if I got sold for a penny like you?" Roland shrugged.
"Have you considered how embarrassing it would be if nobody bid?" Batman asked.
"You wouldn't be that heartless, would you?"
"What do you think?"
"Um—Mr. Stark?" Roland looked at Iron Man.
"Do we know each other?" Iron Man shrugged.
"You two—"
"Ten thousand dollars and one cent," Batman said. "Let's get this over with."
"Thank you, boss! How generous!" Roland grinned and took Batman's money. "All right, I forgive you."
"—Forgive me