Harper often heard that every good day was followed by an equally horrid one. She had never believed it until now.

Yesterday had been mostly positive. She and Victor had cleared up whatever tension that remained between them, and though they hadn't verbally agreed to continue with their budding relationship, there was a silent consensus that they both felt strongly for one another. It seemed like everything was falling back into place...until Red Tornado appeared at the door to her quarters and said "I have been asked to escort you to the secure holding chamber on deck 5."

Harper, who was leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed, sternly pressed "What for?"

"For questioning. You have been implicated as being involved in a recent incident. Please do not resist." The android warned, somewhat needlessly since Harper wasn't in range of any of her battle suits currently.

She complied without hesitation. This kind of thing happened to her all the time in the military. All she had to do was answer truthfully, and she'd be fine. Harper knew she didn't do anything wrong so why get worked up?

After the short journey it took for Red Tornado to take her to the interview room and secure her inside, Harper found herself alone in this chamber for at least twenty minutes. As per the usual interrogation rooms, this one had a two-way mirror with an observation room behind it. Well, seeing as Harper didn't have x-ray vision, she couldn't exactly see it, but she knew it was there. And she knew that someone left her sitting there for twenty minutes on purpose to watch her behaviour...someone who knew what they were doing. People often show their hand when they think they're alone, whether it's through quiet muttering, nervous ticks, or body language. When they think no one's watching, they don't pretend.

Suddenly, the hatch to the chamber slid open and revealed a tall, shadowy figure. His black cape was leathery and dragged across the floor like a pair of folded wings. The cowl that masked his pale face fixed it with a permanently tensed brow.

Batman strode inside and stood at the opposite end of the desk Harper was sitting at. The door closed, and the Dark Knight said nothing. Just stared into her eyes like a predator looking for weakness in his prey.

Minutes ticked away in absolute silence. Harper said nothing. This was all Batman's attempt to apply pressure. A guilty person would either strive to defend themselves instantly, or eventually give into it. Either way, Harper knew what the Detective was after.

"We know what you've done. You might as well confess now." His husky voice insisted.

Instantly, Harper's mind raced. There's no way they could know about who she really was. There was no evidence...so it was natural to assume that Batman was either feigning knowledge to coax an admission, or he was talking about something else. Or, maybe both. CIA agents would often use this kind of technique to press suspects into a pre-emptive confession. For example, they might have only a tiny, non-concrete piece of evidence, but pretend to know everything and then confront the suspect with this lie. The suspect would then react to this statement, verbally or non-verbally, and the agents would have their answer.

Harper answered "I don't know what you're talking about."

Batman was an expert. He didn't just come out screaming like most interrogators...he calculated his every move. Every sentence was carefully weighed, each movement was deliberate and measured. "You must know how terrible that sounds."

With a smirk, Harper glanced at the table. He knew she'd say something like that without thinking. Another opportunity to apply pressure. What does a guilty person do? Deny it. Obviously. He was waiting for her to make a mistake and whenever she did, Batman would pounce. "Is there a way for me to say that without making it sound like I'm being defensive? Look...If something's happened, I've been in my quarters for the last fifteen hours. The security logs will tell you that."

The Dark Knight huffed in amusement "Security logs? As if someone like you couldn't falsify that data?"

Although Batman baited Harper, it turned out that she could do the same to him. She knew now that her stab in the dark was on the money; that something happened...and that it wasn't anything to do with her past or A.R.G.U.S.

"Good point. You can hook me up to a lie detector, but I'm guessing you don't need to." Harper added.

Batman squinted inquisitively. He was scrutinising her every action. Watching for any signs of dishonesty. So far, there was nothing.

"Can you tell me what you think I did?" She pressed.

The Detective huffed once again. "It isn't what we think you did. It's what we saw you do." He rapped a few keys by the mirror, and its surface darkened then a video started to play. It was footage from a security camera. "This was taken three hours ago from the Kellers branch of Metro Holdings."

Harper watched the clip which showed in the interior of a bank as people rushed away in fear from what appeared to be a large mechanical being. After it succeeded in scaring away the bystanders, the metal figure peeled open, and a woman very much resembling Harper stepped out. The camera was high-definition, its picture crystal clear. There was no mistaking it...that was Harper's face.

"Before you insist that this video is fake, twenty-two eyewitnesses placed you at the scene. Ballistics readings, residual radiation, and analysis of armour shrapnel indicate that the suit operated on the same energy source, was armed with the same weapons, and built with the same materials as your more offensively-inclined shells."

Harper finally reacted to Batman. A shallow gasp that most people would've missed entirely left her mouth. The Dark Knight's mouth twitched, almost as if he was about to smirk.

He reached into one of the pouches on his belt, removed a metallic object, then set it onto the table. Harper instantly recognised the cylindrical disk as a servo end-cap, like the ones she used on the joints of her suits.

Harper furrowed her brow.

"It was broken off the suit when a civilian lost control of their car and rammed into it. Familiar?"

"This is a standardised component. You can get this from lots of different places."

Batman nodded. "How about your fingerprints? Are they floating around too?"

The woman thinned her lips. "I didn't do this. You really think that if I wanted to get away with something like this, I'd show my face on camera and leave prints at the crime scene? Killing those cameras would've been the first thing I'd have done."

Her questioner nodded. "You're saying that was someone else? Someone else who looked exactly like you?"

"Is that too much of a stretch? How many shapeshifters are running around out there?"

"Seventeen. Do you want to know how many of them have access to a picture of your face and your fingerprints? Zero. Your prints don't exist on any database worldwide, same goes for your face."

Harper gritted her teeth. "I didn't do this. If I did, I would've covered my tracks better."

The Caped Crusader fell silent. His dark eyes didn't leave Harper's face until he suddenly turned, opened the door and slinked out before it shut. Harper was left clueless. Someone was clearly trying to grab her attention, she just couldn't figure out why.

In the midst of deep and troubling thoughts, the door swung open once more. This time it wasn't Batman that entered, but Cyborg. He looked terribly disappointed in Harper but this time she felt that it was a little unwarranted. She hadn't robbed that bank...but she knew who did.

"I can't believe you, Reid." Victor sighed in irritation. "We only just cleared up the last scandal, and now you're robbing banks? Is that how you afford the upkeep for all those suits of yours?"

"You can't honestly believe that, Victor." Harper sighed. "I get funding from the Australian government. I still do a few odd jobs for them...that's how I get most of my money. Why would I lie about this? Doesn't that seem a little out of character to you?"

Victor frowned. "You did turn me over to a group of people that wanted to disassemble me..."

"But I never lied about that." Harper retorted quickly. "I was always honest about turning you over...so why would I suddenly decide to lie now?"

Victor averted his gaze. She was telling the truth. He could easily read her vital signs, and there was no increase in heart rate. Not that he needed any of that. For her to steal and leave so much evidence simply wasn't possible. Not for someone like her.

"Look, I know that it doesn't look good but I can explain everything. I know who's doing this...you just have to let me speak with them."

"They're not going to let you go. Not without proof." Victor finally admitted. "Especially not Bruce."

"I can't get them proof if I'm stuck in here." Harper shifted forward in her seat and placed her hands over Victor's cold, metal ones. "Please. I know that I don't deserve your trust, but I need it now more than ever."

Victor hesitated. His expression told of an internal conflict that Harper had sparked. He had a duty to his fellow Justice League members to uphold the law, but he was struggling to believe that Harper was responsible...even with the mountain of evidence stacked against her.

The cyborg shook his head, and without another word, he exited the room. Harper leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. She needed to get out of there and find the culprit...but how?

Precisely five minutes later this question was answered. Metres away from Harper, the air popped and boiled. Lines traced through the space as a boom tube fizzled into existence. Harper's mouth opened slightly, knowing that it should be impossible to open a spatial tunnel inside this holding room.

The chamber, designed to hold suspects for interviews, was magnetically sealed and shielded which meant that transmission signals could not escape it, and wormholes of any type could not be opened within it. After all, if someone could just open a boom tube and escape, it wouldn't be a very good holding cell. It was clear now that the defences had been temporarily disengaged, and there weren't many people who could pull that off so inconspicuously.

Harper smirked. It was Victor. It had to be.

Without a second to waste, Harper hurried into the Boom tube. The world around her lost all form and shadow. She was sent spiralling through a universe of blue electricity, with no depth or dimension to make sense of it.

When she finally re-emerged, Harper was in the middle of a bustling street with the previously robbed bank standing within close proximity. Another portal opened, and from within appeared the chassis Val. Harper's expression fell into one of adoration for the man that, had not only risked his position in the Justice League to break her out, but that had also thought about her safety. With a mere thought, Harper opened the suit and stepped inside. A new bond was forming in her chest. One that almost fooled her into thinking she could put all of her trust in Victor; without any secrets or past tensions to hold them back.

Before she dwelled on such feelings though, she first had to deal with the task at hand. To find the woman that bore her face, confront her, and put an end to their reckless behaviour.