Imagine the Justice League suspecting Bruce Wayne of being a meta just because he is THAT hot.
Hal squinted. “You made a powerpoint?”
Across the table, Superman shrugged. “I thought it would be clearer this way.”
On cue, Superman pressed his little remote and the image on the projector shifted to many, many pictures of Bruce Wayne at various galas kissing, hugging or hanging off of multiple different people.
Kal-el cleared his throat. “I’ve been observing a pattern. Bruce Wayne displays a consistent pattern of influence over individuals across political, economic, and social spheres that exceeds statistical probability.”
He clicks the remote again, and Hal squinted at the screen as bullet points appeared.
“Across multiple independent studies,” Superman said, “Wayne’s approval ratings remain abnormally high even following documented scandals. Incidents that would severely damage public figures instead result in negligible short-term impact.”
“That’s because he’s charming,” Arrow said, looking almost personally offended by supes’ (frankly very well-done) powerpoint, for some reason. “And rich. That doesn’t make him a metahuman, much less a threat.”
“Lex Luthor is also rich,” Superman replied.
A picture of Luthor’s shiny head appeared like a ghoul on the screen.
“Lex Luthor has aggressively undermined nearly every major competitor he’s had. Except Wayne Enterprises. Despite the serious market threat of the company. Individuals who are otherwise documented as disinterested, incompatible, or even antagonistic toward Wayne show rapid behavioral shifts after minimal interaction.”
Diana regards it all with a serious expression. “So, we’re dealing with a mind-altering metahuman?”
Superman bit his lip, as if considering her words, then continued: “I don’t know… things always seem to work out for him. All the incidents around his life are convenient, per se. He gets out of very dangerous situations by what seems to be pure luck. I just—“
“I just wanted the League to be aware,” he said.
Batman, who stood still as a statue throughout the whole meeting, whom everyone expected to say something dramatic along the lines of “do not spy the people of my city” and vehemently squash the absurd theory, finally stirred in his chair. “If there is an influence at play, it affects decision-making at the highest levels. Including ours. Well done, Superman, for bringing this to our attention.”
Superman was very happy afterwards.