This wasn't what he was expecting when he found an underground lab.

The place was old, dusty, with many papers scattered across the floor. Empty or broken pods in the corners. But one stood tall in the center, not damaged at all. Condensation covered the glass from the inside, so he couldn't see what stayed in there.

How did he even get here? Well. He was on usual patrol, damian couldn't come as he was busy with some type of school project that included animals. So he went alone. It was a quiet night, the sky clear for once. Stars shined so brightly. Or maybe they didn't, and he just wasn't used to stars. He wasn't expecting anything too dangerous this night.

Not until he heard someone mimicking sound, the realization of who it was, was Immediate. It was Onomatopoeia. So he followed him, had a fight. All the usual stuff. He chased after the man. Until he disappeared down an alley. He went the way he thought that Onomatopoeia would go. And it led him here

He walked deeper into the lab. His boots crunching over broken glass. He knew this lab wasn't Onomatopoeia’s, he was a serial killer, not a scientist and a mechanic.

On tables stood metal pieces, formed together into what seemed to be a prototype of sorts. He ran his fingers over it, almost feeling the cold metal through his gloves. His fingers gathered the dust. This place seemed to have been abandoned years ago. And in a rush, everything was left here. Documents, Equipment. And whatever was in that pod.

He cleaned the dust off his hands before making his way to it. Crouching down and wiping dust off of a name plate engraved into the metal at the bottom of the pod. It read 'finished creation. Serial designation: A-9-9'

He stood back to his full height and walked around, searching for a button that would open the mysterious pod. His cape dragged on the floor, collecting dust and other unneeded things. His picked up his cape a little and dusted it off. Before letting it continue to drag on the floor. Seemed dusting it off was no use, as it was back to collecting the dust bunnies and such.

He walked over to a rusted table, a document lay there, the handwriting messy, and too hard to read. He put it in his pocket for Tim to have a look at later.

Finally, he found a small button. It was the closest to the pod, so it had to be it. Hesitantly his fingers pressed down on it, causing the pod to light up.

The mechanical whirring of the pod opening up filled the air. And a burst of cold air came from it as soon as it opened. He instinctively took a step back

As the air cleared around, one thing stood in the center. You. Your head down and body stilled.

You looked so...human...he wondered if you were even machine at all

He took a step closer to examine you. But as he did, your head turned up, and eyes opened. He could hear gears turning inside you, a clear sign you were machine. Your eyes looked unbelievably human.

You were shirtless, in nothing but shorts. Your skin looking so real he was almost sure it was real

"Who would create something like this" He muttered under his breath. His eyes narrowed underneath his cowl and he waited. Waited to see if you would speak. If you would act as human as you look.

You looked almost like a child, a small child. And he could feel the instincts of his habit of picking up stray kids kicking in. But he knew he shouldn't, not yet. You were a bot, nothing but machine, not human. And he didn't even know if you could feel emotions.

He didn't doubt it. You looked like you could.