"Seriously, cutie, don't you get bored staying in this creepy old-fashioned castle? It's fine during the day, but once it gets dark, they won't even turn on a few extra lights. It's like being in an immersive haunted house. Tsk, tsk..."
He glanced around the manor, his eyes full of disdain. "In Gotham, going out at night is a gamble. There are more monsters and freaks than normal people. No matter how good Batman is in a fight, he can't change how gloomy this place is at its core."
Tony turned to Miaomiao, his gaze instantly becoming gentle and sincere, and gestured as though looking down from the sky. "Stark Tower is different. Clear floor-to-ceiling windows, with a New York skyline as bright as day. Plus, J.A.R.V.I.S. is always at your beck and call. Whatever you want to eat or play, just say the word. Safe, comfortable, lively, and nobody lectures you about rules with a cold face every day."
He deliberately paused, glanced at the expressionless Bruce beside him, and flashed a grin that practically begged for a punch. "I'm not like certain people. All he does is frown and say, 'No,' 'You can't,' 'You're not allowed,' and 'Stay put.' Me? Wherever you want to go, I'll fly you there. Whatever you want, I'll build it. Anything you want to buy, swipe the Black Card as much as you like. I could even buy you a factory to play with."
"With me, you'd be a pampered little princess. With him, you'd have to join him as an ascetic of the night."
Tony spread his hands, his tone frank and cocky. "Choose a walking iceberg who says no to you every day, or someone who'll lay the whole world at your feet-is there even anything to think about?"
"Oh no...