P. M.

9

Within Star Labs, Michael and Peter oversaw the android parts as they were in a tube with scanners running over them, having already began analysing the parts to safely dispose of them.

"Are you excited about what we'll find?" Michael asked, attempting to start a conversation.

Peter scoffed. "Hardly. I've already seen and figured out how this thing works. I've lost interest," he stated, reading through the results of the scans on the tablet he was holding, which only served to prove him right in his mind.

"Yes, I heard you ran into... complications," Michael said, before raising an eyebrow at Peter. "Can you enlighten me on what you discovered?"

"This thing doesn't replicate abilities. It just uses technology to replicate the EFFECTS of abilities," Peter explained.

Michael rubbed his chin. "I see. The inside is mostly hollow to allow the machines inside to be rearranged to fit whatever abilities it copies," he stated, reading through the data and putting the pieces together from Peter's explanation.

"Yes, and the power source is just awful," Peter's frown deepened. "Ivo must have favored longevity over power output. The power source lasts quite a while, but it doesn't give enough for the android to use more than one ability at a time."

"You seem really disappointed," Michael commented, pressing a button to stop the scanners on Amazo's pieces now that they have the data.

"Because I am," Peter practically growled. "I was expecting an actual, ability copying android. Not Batman's utility belt in the form of a robot. Red Tornado is far more impressive with his sentience alone. The ability to reconstruct its inner mechanism is impressive for this Earth's technology, but I can make something like this in a week, and that's if I'm being lazy."

"Don't let Batman hear you," Michael commented, knowing how the Dark Knight viewed his belt as iconic. "Speaking of making stuff, I heard you made that eye of yours in less than a day," he said, looking directly at Peter's prosthetic eye.

"I thought Batman would give you the details with the rest of the League," Peter replied, deciding to simply stop playing games and call out Michael's identity. "Speaking of, is this your part time when you're not working with them? Or did they assign you to Star Labs just to watch me?"

Michael chuckled. "If it makes you feel better, we never really believed you wouldn't figure it out," he commented before shrugging his shoulders. "And to answer your questions, some details and important stuff are only kept to the founding members of the League, not every one. And, as for me being here, I do actually come to help around occasionally when they really need me."

"I'd like to point out that, while I did know someone from the League would be here, I expected they would at least send someone that keeps their identity from the public," Peter raised his hand and activated his CPU Glove, making a screen over his palm that appear and show a newspaper with Michael in a red uniform and silver face paint. "By the way, don't you think 'Mr. Terrific' sounds a bit egotistical?"

"It's a mantle. One I carry with pride," Michael answered.

Peter shrugged and closed his hand, causing the screen to vanish. "That's fair. Now, how do you propose we dispose of these?"

"Well, I'd like to hear your ideas," Michael replied.

Peter raised an eyebrow. From what he can tell, Michael was very intelligent, and was unlikely to not have a few ideas himself. The only explanation for passing the question back to Peter was that Michael was testing him.

"Well, first off, we'll have to remove the power core. Faulty as it is, it could be dangerous if left unchecked. We'll have to personally remove the hardware and see which of it has programs worth salvaging, though I doubt there is any. As for the parts themselves, they are made of simple materials such as titanium, steel, and silicon. A simple melting and incineration should be enough to remove them safely," Peter explained the steps he had in mind.