Victor Stone had resigned himself to the fact that he was completely alone in the world. He had comrades, but they were completely organic. He had people he'd consider calling 'friend', but they were organic as well. They had secret identities. They...
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Victor had been attempting to encourage Harper to elaborate upon her background, but it never seemed to work. She always changed the subject or didn't quite catch onto what he desired to know. It had gotten to the stage where Victor saw no other option than to be upfront with the girl.
It had taken exactly twenty minutes for Victor to swallow his pride and actually approach Harper. She was, as usual, tampering with her suits. All of her suits were lined with glowing purple conduits.
His sensors scanned them before he had the chance to speak, and at his discovery, he found a reason to finally initiate the conversation.
"Any particular reason you gave your suits purple lights?" He said.
The girl glanced over her shoulder as if she'd known he was there the entire time. She pushed herself back up to her feet and tapped one of the lights. "You think I chose purple? It's the kind of power source I use. Unfortunately, I'm stuck with it."
"Ion-based?"
"Yeah."
"And you designed all of this yourself...?"
"You sound shocked." Harper quipped.
Victor frowned. "It's not exactly a science fair project."
Harper strode over to a tool box that she propped up on a table and began sifting through its contents. "Was that a compliment?"
"No, it was a fact."
"Really? Sounded like a compliment to me." Harper teased.
Victor grumbled in irritation. "It wasn't."
Finally, Harper picked up a small screwdriver and ducked back into the open compartment of her suit. "Well, if you don't mind, I'll take it as one anyway."
"Take it however you want." Victor groaned in reply. "I've got more important things to discuss with you."
Harper's arms and shoulders tensed as she continued working on her suit. She was trying to detach damaged alloy plates and repair some cooling tubes, likely from their fight with Atomic Skull.
"Then I'm all ears." She finally responded, reaching further into the metal husk and pulling out a small battery that appeared beyond repair.
Cyborg watched as she tossed the part onto a nearby table and grabbed a towel. She started wiping her hands with it and the white surface turned grey with leaked coolant.
"I've done extensive background checks on you. I've read through your service record and commendations. But outside Team 6, you don't even exist. No birth certificate, driver's license, address, assets, nothing. So forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical."
"Zero accountability. I'm sure you're familiar with it. You can't be linked to a country if you don't exist." She answered simply.
Cyborg's human eye narrowed. "We both know that's bullshit. Not a lot of people can scrub data like that. The two people at the top of that list are probably standing in this hangar."
