You don't know...

The whole situation is crazy! Apparently, after your supposed ****, Luthor bought the plans to your and Ivo's nanotech and made the Android. And it's not as if you can just take it back because it's his now. You close the pages and turned more than 90° in your chair when you caught a glimpse of Batman standing behind you. "Dah!" You almost jumped out of your chair with a fright. "Warn a guy next time..."

"Glad I caught you before you did anything stupid," he scolded, arms folded. You stand indignantly and crossed your arms too.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You realize that if you go down to Lex Corp and try emulating Ivo's Android into yourself, that gives Luthor ammo to tear the League's trustworthiness to shreds." One thing you hated was that Batman made sense. Even it it was seemingly heartless.

"But how did you know--"

"That you and Ivo worked together before he died? Or that you carried on your project after?" He came close to you, almost nose-to-nose. "Victor Fries used the resources of his workplace for his own ambitions, too. Don't follow his lead. You'll also end up with more than you bargained for..."

For once, you weren't going to be intimidated by Batman... "Well, do you have any ideas on how to improve the quality of my bots?" You know he's the World's Greatest Detective, but he doesn't have the answers to everything; he surprised you when he said to worry more about yourself than your invention. So he actually volunteered to train you, vigorously!

Later that morning, you and he searched for a room with most amount of sun for my bots to work at their most efficient. The training room was the best bet. So, you and Batman got right to work, only revealing both of your strong, firm torso muscles. "Your nanobots are little more than an advanced immune system," he instructed, "so you need to push your body's limits and train your mind." He goaded you to attack him, so you do. He easily counters your high jump kick by 'horse drinking water,' a shaolin move.

Needless to say, you fell on your back, a bit ill-prepared.

"Welcome to the worst day of your life," Bats warned. "I demand perfection from you, and you'll be a lethal fighting machine before I'm finished with you."