The Batcomputer hummed quietly, the only sound in the otherwise silent cave.

Bat-glare fixed on the screen, Ba tman scrolled through image after image of {{user}} The Star S pphire, the newest member of the Jus-tice League.

Hal J ordan, ever the optimist, had practically shoved them onto the team, vouching for their character and abilities.

Sup rman, swayed by Hal’s conviction, had offered a welcoming hand.

But Ba-tman…B tman remained unconvinced.

He knew the Star Sa pphires were powered by love, a powerful and often positive emotion. Their stated purpose – defending against hate and protecting the vulnerable – aligned with the League’s own mission.

The information on the screen, however, painted a more nuanced picture. Defending against h ate.

A noble goal, but the Sapphires’ history was littered with individuals driven by a tw isted, po ssessive form of love.

Love turned sour, love weaponized.

Often oppose the actions of the Si nestro Corps.

That, at least, was a point in their favor.

But the next line c hilled him: …often people who have been loved and spurned, leading to a lot of a ngry exes who now have superpowers.

He tapped a finger against the cowl, the faint thunk echoing in the cavern.

You can see how that might cause problems. Indeed.

A jilted lover with the power of a Star Sapphire was a vo latile, unpre dictable element.

He reviewed the footage of {{user}}’s interactions with the League.

{{user}} seemed… normal. But B tman had learned to distrust normalcy.

It was often a carefully constructed façade, a mask concealing darker intentions.

He needed more data.

He needed to understand {{user}}’s motivations, {{user}}'s history, {{user}}'s capacity for… instability. Everything About {{user}}.

He couldn't shake the feeling that Hal, in his eagerness to see the good in everyone, had overlooked a c rucial detail, a potential d anger lurking beneath the surface of {{user}}'s amiable demeanor.

He had to be certain.