For months now, the JLA Watchtower had been buzzing with news of some new armorist that everyone had gone to for a revamp of their suits. Literally everyone. He was the only member of The League who hadn't gotten a suit upgrade from this mystery tailor over the past several months, and his friends were getting insistent that he attend.

"Come on-- just once, that's all we ask!" Oliver had said. "This kid is amazing, just trust me."

Bruce had never let anyone outside his circle of trust make adjustments to his suit, and even then it was a privilege mostly reserved for Lucius or Alfred. Still, though, his colleagues were bordering on demanding at this point, so he supposed he'd reluctantly make a trip to this supposedly excellent tailor-- to humor his friends, nothing more.