Justice League meetings rarely ended on time. So when it did that night, everyone was secretly relieved. Batman was the first to leave the room, and the other members filed out after him. Superman stayed behind to tidy up his notes.

Having an eidetic memory was one thing. Enjoying the old school sensation of using a pen and a notebook was another. The reporter was a major part of him, after all.

"I can get you one."

Superman looked up in confusion. There was only one other person in the room, and it was Green Arrow. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"A notebook?" Superman asked uncertainly. The smug look Arrow wore, which was rarely aimed at him, was unsettling.

"A robot." Arrow snickered. He pulled his hood back and propped his boots up on the table. "A Brucie."

Superman grimaced. He was instantly reminded of the morning news. "Please don't."

"You haven't looked at Batman once during the meeting, so I figured the news must have hit you hard."

"That's not true." Superman replied weakly. He really hadn't looked at Batman, not even once. One look would bring back all the magazine covers that he had browsed through during his research. Clark maintained his justification. He was only skimming through the web to write the one and a half page of gossip that Perry desperately wanted. But he really didn't need a boner during the meeting.

"Look, I'm pretty loaded too. They've sent me personal notifications over this." Arrow leaned back into his chair comfortably. "The next release is a new version. I heard Fox designed the brain of this model. Which makes it like, what, just the most powerful AI system we'd ever get in this century."

"I interviewed Lucius." Superman frowned. "He said he wasn't involved, at all. It was one of his protégés that started the project."

"Oh I didn't think for one second that Fox would betray Bruce. But that was before." Arrow tossed his argument back casually. "I'm terrible at all things economic. But I'm pretty sure that five hundred and eighty per cent stock rise of the decade would have changed Fox's mind. That's almost six times the revenue for Gotham's richest company."

"Bruce wouldn't authorize the second release no matter how great the revenue is." Superman snapped defensively.

"Oh, if that's what you think, then you don't know him at all." Arrow smirked. "That's six times the money for Bruce to spend on his gears. The gauntlets you're seeing today? They'd be upgraded to indestructibility by midnight. That suit? It'll have invisibility before you know it. The Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne Foundations are gonna be bloating with cash by the end of the week. Six hundred per cent increase in all the charities Bruce Wayne donates to. I'd bet ten thousand on LexCorp's attempt to hack into WayneTech tonight. You think Batman will want to stop this release? Think again."

"But…" Superman struggled to come up with a reasonable comeback. "That's his face. His body. Who would want their doppelgängers on the streets, clinging onto every millionaire like a soulless plastic doll?"

"That's his face?" Superman flinched at the narrowing of Arrow's eyes, despite his domino mask. "That cowl is his face. Those scars, burns, and the bullet marks are what's real. I'd be surprised if he's personally offended by that Barbie-style caricature of him."

"It makes me uncomfortable is all." Superman sighed.

Arrow shrugged and got out of his seat. "Version two-point-oh is just five times the price. They've got discounts for corporate allies, and they're speed delivered from door-to-door."

"Don't do anything stupid, Arrow." Superman warned.

"Please, I would never." The Cheshire Cat's grin was back on Arrow's face. He waved his goodbye from behind the glass door.