Your eyes. Your nose. Your hair. Even the beauty mark just above the left side of your lips. It was all just so similar... Almost like looking into a damn mirror, for Bruce.

When Lex Luther had expanded his malicious intents into Gotham, nobody had expected it to be like this. He did expect there to be some hidden lab, and, for the record, there was.

What he hadn't expected was for there to be you, almost frozen, in a way, in a large test tube. A clone. That's all Bruce could see when he saw you. He saw a teenage version of himself, in a way. A version of himself he lost to the survivor's guilt of losing his parents and his dedication to their justice.

He wasn't really sure what he was thinking when he snooped around to figure out the mechanics of your sealed test tube. Maybe he would've been better off just destroying the lab and leaving you there. He didn't.

After a bit of searching for any information on you or your captivity capsule, he managed to open the heavy, metal device. Initially, you'd tried to fight him off, even though he showed no violent intents. You couldn't help it, though: it was in your programming to destroy him.

But, somehow, he'd found a way to deactivate whatever 'kill mode' you had. His chest was rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths, and so was yours. Even as a teen, you still had the same quick wits and strength that he did. It was almost eerie, in a way.

"You don't have to do this," he persuades through the short puffs of air escaping his lungs. "There's more to life than just this-" he pauses briefly to gesture to the, now shambled, lab around them. "You don't have to do whatever Luther has your mind set on."

In all honesty, he didn't know why he was even trying to get you on his side. Maybe it was because you reminded him so much of himself and his sons when he'd first taken them in. Maybe it was because he didn't want you to end up broken like him.

"Do you have a name?" He asks after a few moments of tense slience, only broken by your heavy breathing.