Toni, Bruce and their kids
During a gala, Toni met Bruce for the first time. The moment her eyes landed on him, Toni realized he was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. With her signature confident stride, she made her way towards him, her black dress flowing elegantly with each step.
"Toni Stark," she introduced herself with a smirk, extending her hand. As they shook hands, she stared into his deep blue eyes, feeling an unexpected connection.
"Bruce Wayne," he replied, his voice rich and smooth. Toni had to stop herself from shivering at the sound.
The two quickly fell into an engaging conversation. They discussed a range of topics, from the latest advancements in technology to their shared disdain for certain business practices.
"So, what do you think about Oscorp's recent merger?" Bruce asked, taking a sip of his drink.
Toni raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "Honestly, I think Norman Osborn is up to something. That guy always has an agenda."
Bruce nodded in agreement. "I’ve had similar thoughts. There's something about him that doesn’t sit right with me. And then there's Queen Industries. Have you had any dealings with Oliver Queen?"
"Oliver? Oh, we've crossed paths a few times," Toni said with a chuckle. She wouldn’t bring up the fact she had slept with him a couple of times. "He's an interesting character, to say the least. Runs his company differently than most. More hands-on, which I can respect."
"I've heard the same," Bruce replied. "He's very involved in the day-to-day operations. A lot of CEOs could learn from that approach."
"You know, it's refreshing to talk to someone who understands the pressures of running a company," Bruce remarked, a genuine smile on his face. "Most people think it’s all about the glamor and the power."
Toni nodded. "Absolutely. It’s about making a difference, staying ahead of the competition, and constantly innovating. It can be exhausting, but it's worth it."
As the night wore on, they found themselves gossiping about other companies, sharing opinions on various CEOs and their strategies. They both enjoyed a good bit of gossip, especially when it came to their competitors.
"Have you heard about the latest scandal with LexCorp?" Toni asked, leaning in conspiratorially.
Bruce chuckled. "I have. Lionel Luthor just can’t seem to stay out of trouble, can he? I wonder what he's plotting this time."
As the evening began to wind down, Bruce leaned in and whispered, "Want to get out of here?"
Toni’s heart skipped a beat. With a playful smile, she nodded. "Absolutely."
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Toni sighed as she watched the news stations gossip about her sudden and abrupt departure from her gala a week ago. They went through many scenarios, each more ridiculous than the last.
"I think we'll leave them guessing a little longer, don't you think, sweetheart?" Toni mused, turning to the reason she had been forced to leave the gala so abruptly.
Her newborn son, Henry, stared up at her, blinking slowly as he curled his little hand into a fist multiple times. Toni had quickly picked up what that meant after just two days.
"Hungry again? You ate a couple hours ago," Toni teased, as Henry grabbed her finger and squeezed.
"Okay, but don't say mommy doesn't spoil you," Toni cooed as she picked the boy up, cradling him gently in her arms.
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Toni returned to her first gala after giving birth to Henry six months ago, her baby boy clinging close to her. Henry was clearly not pleased with the constant cooing and attention from unfamiliar faces, often hiding his face in her shoulder. Toni did her best to soothe him, offering comforting whispers and gentle pats.
As the evening went on, she found a quiet corner to feed Henry at a table, hoping for a moment of peace. Just as she was getting Henry settled, a familiar voice spoke up behind her.
"Toni."
Toni turned, nearly jumping in shock as she came face-to-face with Bruce. "Bruce, I didn't see you there," she said, quickly composing herself. She spotted a little boy beside Bruce, staring up at her uncertainly.
Toni knew exactly who he was. The scandal had made shockwaves even in New York City and California. Bruce Wayne, the heir of Wayne Industries, had a son out of wedlock. The boy's mother being a circus performer had only added fuel to the fire. Toni had read about it one night while tending to a fussing Henry. She remembered the news article vividly, detailing how Bruce had taken the boy to live with him in his manor in Gotham.
The scandal was one of the reasons Toni hadn't made it known that Henry was Bruce's son. She didn't want that kind of attention on her child, not when he was so little and vulnerable.
Bruce's gaze softened as he looked at Henry. "He's beautiful, Toni," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth.
"Thank you," Toni replied, her eyes meeting Bruce's. For a moment, they were just two parents, sharing a silent understanding.
Bruce's son, Dick, looked up at Toni with wide eyes. "Hi," he said shyly.
Toni smiled gently at him. "Hello, little one. It's nice to meet you."
Bruce reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his son's shoulder. "Dick, this is Toni Stark. She's a very important and talented person."
Dick nodded, still a bit uncertain but clearly curious about the woman who seemed to know his father.
As Toni kept an eye on Henry and Dick, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two boys staring at each other in fascination.
Henry, nestled in Toni's arms, blinked curiously at the older boy. Dick, standing next to Bruce, looked equally intrigued.
The moment was broken when Dick gave Henry a hesitant smile. "Hi baby," the three-year-old said softly.
Henry's face lit up with a smile of his own, and he clumsily waved his hand at the toddler, his tiny fingers wiggling in an attempt to mimic the gesture.
Toni's heart swelled as she watched the interaction between her son and Bruce's.
Bruce noticed the exchange and gave Toni a knowing look, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and amusement. "Looks like they get along just fine," he said quietly.
Toni nodded, her gaze never leaving the boys. "Yeah, they do. It's amazing how quickly they connected."
As the gala came to a close, the once-bustling hall now quiet and dimmed, Toni and Bruce found themselves each carrying their sleeping children. Henry, nestled comfortably in Toni's arms, had finally succumbed to the lull of the evening. Similarly, Dick, cradled in Bruce's arms, was fast asleep, his small head resting against his father's shoulder.
Bruce turned to Toni, a warm smile playing on his lips. "It was great seeing you tonight, Toni," he said softly, careful not to wake Dick.
Toni returned the smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "You too, Bruce. Take care," she replied, her voice equally soft.
As Bruce began to walk away, Toni watched them go for a few seconds. Her mind was racing, trying to find the right words to tell Bruce that Henry was his son. She opened her mouth, ready to speak, but hesitated, uncertainty gripping her.
In that brief moment of hesitation, Bruce had already moved further away, blending into the departing crowd. By the time Toni blinked, he was gone. The opportunity to reveal the truth had slipped through her fingers once again.
Sighing softly, Toni looked down at Henry's peaceful face, feeling a mixture of love and frustration. She knew she couldn't keep the secret forever, but tonight was not the night. With a determined yet patient resolve, she turned and made her way towards the exit, carrying her son and the weight of her unspoken truth.
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A couple of years had passed, and Toni was sitting on the living room floor, watching Henry stack toy blocks next to her. The little boy was fully engrossed in his task, his chubby hands carefully placing one block on top of the other. Toni was trying to decide what to order for dinner, her phone in hand.
"What do you think, Tesoro?" Toni asked, switching to Italian. Despite Pepper and Rhodey's concerns about him learning another language so young, Henry had picked up a little Italian already.
"Pizza!" the boy exclaimed, looking up at his mother with wide, hopeful eyes. Ever since Pepper had brought him a slice a few months ago, Henry had been hooked.
"Of course," Toni said with a smile.
As she started to place the order, a news report on the TV caught her attention. It was discussing 'Batman,' the mysterious vigilante of Gotham who had emerged five years ago. The report showed grainy footage of a caped figure swooping down from a rooftop, taking out a group of criminals with swift, precise movements.
"What kind of silly man dresses up as a bat?" Toni asked herself aloud, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Henry giggled at the thought. "No Bat," the toddler said firmly, shaking his head.
Toni chuckled, picking him up and holding him close. "That's right. No bats," she agreed. "Now, how about we go get that pizza you want?" she suggested, much to Henry's delight.
Batman was already forgotten as Toni carried Henry to the kitchen, her mind focused on making her son happy.
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Toni sat in the living room of Wayne Manor, her eyes following the playful antics of a now four-year-old Henry, as he played with his half-brothers, Dick and Jason. Dick, now seven, was guiding Henry and the crawling Jason in a game of building blocks, their laughter filling the room with warmth.
Toni of course had heard the scandal of Bruce’s again, the man having apparently slept with a woman from Gotham’s slums, not even knowing he had a son until the hospital called, the woman, Catherine having died in childbirth.
Toni watched them with a mixture of joy and anxiety. She had finally decided that it was time to tell Bruce the truth about Henry's parentage. The decision had weighed heavily on her, but after learning she was pregnant again, she knew she couldn't keep it a secret any longer.
As Bruce entered the room, he smiled at the sight of the boys playing together. His gaze then shifted to Toni, and he opened his mouth to ask her something. But before he could speak, Toni blurted out, "Henry is your son."
Bruce froze, staring at her in shock. The room seemed to go silent, the boys' laughter fading into the background as the weight of Toni's words sank in.
"And I'm pregnant with your child. Again," she added, her voice trembling slightly.
Bruce's expression shifted from shock to a complex mix of emotions—surprise, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite identify. He walked over to her, his gaze never leaving her face.
"Toni... why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Toni took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I was scared, Bruce. I didn't want to burden you with another scandal, especially with everything you were already dealing with. But I can't keep this from you any longer. You deserve to know the truth."
Bruce reached out and took her hand, his grip reassuring. "Thank you for telling me.”
Toni couldn’t help but let out a watery smile.
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Toni ran her fingers gently through Henry's brown hair as he stared at his newborn brothers Peter and Harley, sleeping peacefully in their cribs. The twins had been a complete surprise to everyone; no one realized Toni was having twins until she had yelled out after delivering Harley, and the doctor carefully delivered Peter, the youngest, into her arms.
"Careful, Bambino," Toni whispered to Henry, her voice soft and soothing.
Henry nodded, his eyes wide with fascination as he carefully approached the cribs. He reached out a small hand, gently touching the edge of the crib as he gazed at his brothers.
"They're so small," Henry said in a hushed tone, his voice filled with wonder.
Toni smiled, her heart swelling with love for her sons. "Yes, they are. But they'll grow, just like you did."
Henry looked up at his mother, his blue eyes shining with curiosity. "Will they play with me when they get bigger?"
"Of course," Toni replied, her voice filled with affection. "They'll look up to you, Henry. You'll be their big brother, and they'll love you just as much as I do."
Henry's face lit up with a smile, and he leaned in closer to get a better look at Peter and Harley. The sight of her three sons together brought tears to Toni's eyes,
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