"Miaomiao, tell me, whose idea was this? It was Tony Stark, wasn't it?"
Bruce took a deep breath. His Little Fish Baby was sweet and sensible. She would never do something like this on her own; someone must have put her up to it. And over the past few days, Little Girl had been in New York. Aside from Daredevil, Matt Murdock, who was so much like Bruce himself, and the former Hydra Winter Soldier, James Barnes, whose brain still wasn't working quite right, the only people she'd been around were the Avengers.
And among those people, the only one who knew his identity inside and out and had such a twisted sense of humor was his troublemaking friend, Tony Stark, who never thought the spectacle was big enough.
Before Miaomiao could answer, the little robot that had been standing quietly and obediently beside her suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh, our little prince of Gotham, Brucie Sweetheart, finally figured it out! Too bad you're too late. I've already saved every expression you just made. This is hilarious. I swear this is going to be the funniest thing I see all year, even if the year has only just started."
That familiar voice, practically begging for a punch, echoed through the dining room with laughter that carried a faint electronic edge. Who else could it have been but Tony Stark?
Bruce felt the vein in his forehead throb twice, and a dark, oppressive aura instantly spread around him. But when he looked at the innocent Miaomiao beside him and the silly-looking little robot, he could only sigh, left with helpless indulgence.
"You shouldn't have exposed Miaomiao to this," Bruce told the robot with a frown, knowing Tony was listening. "She's still just a child."
"Oh, come on, Bat-dad." Tony's casual voice