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."

Harper seemingly ignored Victor's statement and pried open the chest unit of the suit she was working on. Snatching a tool off of the table, she began removing broken tubing and fried circuitry. "I know why you're worked up. You want to protect your friends... I'd probably do the same thing, so I don't blame you. But I want to forget about where I came from for now, alright? Maybe I'll tell you some time.  I'm not a double agent, I'm not a spy. I just want to help." She said sincerely as she wrestled with burnt out targeting cards.

Victor's sensors indicated that Harper was telling the truth when she said she wasn't a spy. His thoughts returned to his days as a Titan...and Terra. She earned the team's trust, love even. And she was in Deathstroke's pocket the entire time. Beast Boy was broken...the team was shattered. The consequences of something like that happening to the Justice League were far too great. Victor didn't want to take any chances.

He approached one of the other suits that Harper had lined up in the hangar. This was the one that she used when she and Victor first met, the Model Athens. It was lightly armoured snd sleek, probably the one suit that looked somewhat feminine due to the body shape. Victor's scans detected highly sophisticated computer systems integrated into this rig. "Where'd you get the means to build tech like this? Hopefully that's one that you're actually going to answer."

"Yeah leave the jokes to me. They don't suit you." Harper quipped from across the room. "I was a smart kid. So smart that the government handed me a pen and paper, then asked me to sketch out every big idea I had. It started with more efficient trains, renewable energy, non-lethal police weaponry... simple stuff. One thing led to another, and I ended up building the Fleet. I wasn't rich or anything. Would've been a lot easier if I was, though."

Victor's eyes ran across the deck, and he spied massive vehicles that weren't there before. There was a VTOL aircraft that was coloured the same as the Hyperion suits, and an APC that looked like it was freshly constructed.

"How'd you get those up here?"

"Superman brought them up. Said welcome and what not. He's a bit too nice, you know? Like 'serial killer' nice."

"He can bench press planet Earth on a good day, so be glad he's nice." Victor scalded.

Harper shrugged and leaned against a one of her suits. It was one of the smaller ones but it was twice her size. "I don't know... in my experience people that painstakingly nice are either hiding something or get others into trouble with their lack of decision-making qualities."

"He can make decisions just fine."

"The hard ones, I mean." She added. "The ones that can cost lives. I wouldn't want him vouching for me if he had kill someone to save me."

Victor's sensors quickly flicked from the hunks of metal to the woman in front of him. It was always a little jarring seeing the readup of tanks and machinery and then suddenly changing to a living organism. Not only did his sensors pick up parts of their inner organs (just to make sure they were really human), but the complicated schematics and long paragraphs of writing faded into a character profile. Hers was nearly empty. It had her name, her age, her height and weight but that was the extent of it.

"Superman always finds another way." Victor finally replied. "He's more resourceful than you think."

"I'll take your word for it." She had a sceptical nature in her tone. It was obvious that she still didn't trust Superman as a leader.

"He's kept the Justice League going this long. You'd better learn to show him some respect."

"I respect him, I just don't trust him to head the team. There's a massive difference. A lot of the time people that don't warrant respect make better leaders."

Cyborg instantly shifted into annoyance. He, as well as many others, looked up to Superman and so hearing him spoken of in such a manner was irritating at best. Despite this, Victor had no doubt that Clark would win Harper over eventually. Then he could watch in satisfaction as her previously sour opinions on him were morphed.

"I didn't come here to talk about Superman."

"Of course not, I imagine you talk about him enough with the others." Harper quipped. "Was there something else?"

"My sensors don't read anything abnormal from you, but it doesn't seem beyond your capabilities to misguide or trick them." Cyborg huffed. "And so, keeping in mind that I scarce doubt my own detection devices, I must ask you to confirm your humanity to me."

Harper's dark eyebrow twitched upward and her lips pursed in deep thought. "Excuse me?"

"Don't tell me that you can build all this but can't process a simple question." Cyborg said almost teasingly.

After a moment Harper's expression returned to the usual relaxed one that she wore. "Sorry, you took me off guard that's all."

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

"I'm not an android, Victor. I'm as human as Bruce or Barry are." She answered with sincerity. "Besides, I'm good at what I do but no one has the capability to mask a cybernetic skeletal structure from your sensors. It's just not possible."

"Are you admitting that you can't fool me?" Victor's voice harboured slight amusement, the kind she'd never heard from him before.

"I'm admitting that no one can. At least not with your scanning systems, they're above even the ones I put into my mechs... and that's saying something." Harper managed a smile in his direction, but it wasn't reciprocated. Still she continued to speak in her joking nature. "If you have any further doubts though you could cut me open, see if there's any wires."

It was a tempting thought, but ultimately one that would end in disaster. He didn't want to be thrown off the team for dissecting a fellow leaguer. He replied to her with a 'hmph' and took one last glance at her mechs. They were wonders of design. If he hadn't harboured such distrust for her he would have stayed to alter a few with her... but that wasn't likely to happen. Even Victor himself wasn't sure where the root of his unsavoury attitude towards her was bedded.

"I'll save the cutting for later." He said, turning on his heel and marching towards the exit.

"Uh... looking forward to it?" He heard her reply in an uncertain tone before the door swung shut behind him.

Victor had collected new information from her, all seemingly factual as far as his detectors were concerned, however he still wasn't satisfied. She was still a mystery, and that often lead to danger. He wasn't willing to let his guard down. He had been betrayed by too many people to let her do the same.