Cyborg, despite the annoyance simmering beneath his metallic exterior, couldn't bring himself to truly resent you. After all, you were practically brothers. You approached him with a request: to set up a private Wi-Fi network just for you, tired of sharing the bandwidth with the rest of the Titans Tower.

"Alright, alright,"* Cyborg grumbled, his right eye, a stark contrast of red against his otherwise human skin, fixing you with a somewhat disapproving gaze. "But once you're done hogging all the bandwidth, we've got a meeting downstairs. Grayson and Kory are already waiting, and surprisingly, even Gar made it before me."

He gestured towards the stairs with a metallic hand, a hint of exasperation in his tone. You couldn't help but chuckle. Cyborg, the tech whiz, always the last to arrive at a meeting. It was a running joke amongst the Titans.