Her Royal Highness the First Princess of Gotham

This is an android.

Has the appearance of a 16-year-old boy.

If it weren't for the reactor on his chest and the abnormalities in the joints, it would be impossible to tell that he is actually a robot.

The beauty is not human.

There's a little bit of baby fat on the cheeks, and even blush.

The beautiful eyes are studded with real rubies and include a retina implanted with a chip whose images can be converted into electrical impulses sent to the brain and transformed into shapes and patterns.

The red lips are a bit cherry-colored, and after adjustment, he can pronounce any syllables that humans can make without hindrance.

There's a tiny halo of light shining in the corner of the eye under the red eye, to make sure Bruce knows he's functioning.

Bruce sighed in his heart, intending to start this machine.

He raised his hand, turning the reactor embedded in his heart.

Close your eyes.

The slender silver-white eyelashes flutter,

The eyes made of rubies slowly opened.

David was a little confused.

The person in front of him was the same person he saw before he closed his eyes.

There was also a voice in my mind suddenly.

[David. ]

The voice of Barbara's voice is calm and even cruel:

[Because of the previous contract, we were not able to take you away in time.So it is equivalent to sending only your consciousness. ]

David blinked.

[This is Earth minus 44, the Earth of the killing machines. ]

Ah, he knows Killing Machine.

Alfred in this world died at the hands of criminals in Blackgate Prison, which made Batman ask the steel bone to construct the "Alfred Protocol" with Alfred's consciousness that had been scanned.But Alfred killed almost all the criminals. Batman wanted to modify him, but Alfred transformed him into a machine like a steel bone.

It's just that now it seems obviously not the case.

His sensory sensitivity has dropped significantly.

David raised his hand suspiciously, and tapped the reactor on his chest emitting a faint blue light.

Batman couldn't help but smiled: "That's the reactor that Stark gave you as a gift from friendship."

He raised his hand and held David's hand, pulling him up slightly: "I forgot to mention, it's Anthony Stark. You should be able to find his information in your database."

"Database...? What am I?"

David followed his strength and sat up. He held Batman's hand with one hand and the glass coffin-like thing containing him in the other, and blinked ignorantly.

"...a robot. Your name is 'David'."

Bruce took his hand, bent down and unplugged the cables from his spine.

"I'm your master, Bruce Wayne. You can call me Bruce or Bruce."

Stones with an inorganic luster do not reflect emotion.

The bionic man who looked like he was still a boy tilted his head and opened his mouth hesitantly: "...Master."

The voice has the softness of some teenagers, without any mechanical coldness.

But David knew his voice had changed since he was 16, and it wasn't his voice at all.

He guessed right.

This kind of voice is indeed the result of Bruce's deliberate tuning, and he has made some changes to his impression of the young Ryan's voice.

Bruce frowned.

His fingers moved slightly, pressing down on David's jaw.

The slender fingers held down his tongue, and the circuit in the tongue was simultaneously displayed on the side screen.

Bruce thought for a moment, and passed the screenshot to Cyborg.

This is no different from the circuit in his memory, so there should be nothing wrong.

He makes a final check, grabbing a tissue from the table and wiping the saliva, which is made of a special active enzyme, from the sensor in his hand.

Bruce looked at him with some relief: "I think you may pass the Turing test. Come on, let me find clothes for you to wear first."

Of course he can pass the Turing test.

David lowered his eyes, because he was human at all.

The Turing test is when the tester is separated from the testee (a person and a machine), and randomly asks the testee questions through some devices (such as a keyboard).After asking some questions, if more than 30% of the answers of the testees cannot make the tester confirm which answer is human and which is the answer of the machine, then this machine has passed the test and is considered to have human intelligence.

He believed that Bruce wanted him to have human intelligence.But he didn't quite understand why Bruce had discovered his tongue.

He shook his head, turning his attention back to the second half of Bruce's sentence.

Only then did he realize that he was not wearing any clothes.

David looked at his body questioningly, struggling to his feet with Bruce's help.But he still couldn't control his strange limbs, grabbed Bruce's arm and shook it twice before falling on top of him.

"what?…"

Bruce frowned suspiciously, but still held his waist tightly to prevent David from falling to the ground.

He had obviously debugged it before, and there was no problem with walking at all.

He looked at the young man in his arms who was only as tall as his chin, and still sighed in his heart.

"Don't lie down, stand up. Be good."

How familiar.

This sentence inadvertently poked a nerve in David's brain.

Be good.

The eyes are half closed to cover the pupils without any emotion.

He nodded obediently, grasping Bruce's arm to adapt to his lower body little by little.

Then be good.

The white soles of the feet stepped on the ground.

Feel the controls at your ankles.

He stood firmly on the ground, let go of Bruce's arm, and took a small step forward tentatively.

Smooth, no signs of falling over.

David raised his head and looked at Bruce expectantly.

Bruce raised his hand subconsciously, a smile appeared in his blue eyes.He rubbed David's soft, artificial fibers that were almost indistinguishable from real hair:

"Good boy..."

"I could be a little more obedient."

He bent his eyes, the beautiful eyes made of pigeon's blood ruby ​​​​curved into a slit, and smiled.

"Ah."

Bruce stroked his hair, leaned down and kissed the corner of his eye.

Ye Yi looked suspiciously at the tightly locked bedroom door in front of him.

He hadn't seen Bruce lock a room door since he'd come to the Wayne House.

but now?

He knocked on the door with curled fingers and asked, "Bruce? Are you inside?"

Suddenly there was the sound of a chair being pulled back in the room, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy door was pulled open in front of Ye Yi.

Standing in front of him was not Bruce, but a teenager who looked about his height.

He didn't look very old, wearing a small shirt and overalls, and a pair of khaki leather boots on his feet.

Smiling and nodding towards him: "Good evening, sir."

Batman in pajamas came from behind him, and put his palm on the door frame. This action seemed to wrap David in his arms.

He raised his hand and rubbed his white hair, and looked at Dick: "This is Richard Grayson, you can call him Dick."

The white-haired boy nodded obediently, and stretched out his hand to Dick: "Hi, Dick, I'm David."

Dick stretched out his hand to hold his palm in doubt: "Hello..." He raised his head to look at Bruce, who had a rare smile on his face, and asked, "Who is he?"

Bruce took a step back and waved his hands: "The child picked up by the roadside, do you have time? Take him for a stroll first, and I will stuff these clothes back."

He turned sideways so that Dick could see the room behind him, the bed and carpet piled up with clothes of all different colors.

Dick suddenly remembered that a week ago, Bruce swiped a card and bought almost all styles of 16-18-year-old boys' clothes in a certain department store. At that time, he was very surprised that Tim's clothes were usually his Alf Red and he picked it himself, and Bruce wouldn't be able to meddle in such a thing.

He scratched his head in doubt, sensitively feeling that the child was not picked up by the side of the road, but premeditated.

He carefully compared the similarity between the kid and Bruce, well... not another Damian.

But Dick didn't say anything to expose him in the end, he just complained casually: "Why are you just picking up children on the street again?"

He took David's hand: "Okay, come with me, you should be hungry, let's go see what else is in the kitchen."

David nodded, turned around and waved with Bruce, and was led away step by step by Dick.

His calfskin boots made a rattling sound when he stomped on the ground, and his steps were very small, and he was obviously about the same height.For the same distance, Dick has to take two steps but he has to take three steps, which seems a little awkward.

Dick thought for a while, and decided to tell him some "common sense" that everyone knew: "Although you may have already made some judgments of your own, I still want to tell you. Bruce may look indifferent occasionally, but he is just not kind." Words, trust me, he's a good guy."

David nodded seriously, but actually he didn't quite understand why Dick wanted to tell him this.He showed a smiling face, raised his hand and pulled the bow tie at the neckline: "Yes, I know, he is a good man."

Dick didn't know if he listened to what he said, he nodded.Still decided to fulfill the responsibility of a "good brother", and asked carefully: "What is your surname? Although... it may touch your pain, but where did you live before? The lower city? Your parents ..."

He was silent for a moment, looking at the color of his hair and eyes, he guessed that he was an albino, maybe his parents abandoned him because of this.

David tilted his head in doubt, and suddenly laughed: "It's not like that. I'm a robot. Bruce said that just in the hope that you can treat me like an ordinary person."

He said why Ye Yi's attitude was so strange.

David rolled down his stockings, exposing his knees.His joints can clearly be seen to be mechanically connected: "I'm an android."

"Eh?? Bionic man?"

Dick's eyes widened in disbelief.The most powerful artificial intelligence he had ever seen before was still with Stark. The boy in front of him... even the half-human steel skeleton looked more like a machine than him.

David smiled: "That's right, and although I was created by Bruce Wayne, I have a mission."

Dick raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "What mission?"

protect the Earth?Protect Gotham? ?Protect Batman? ? ?

Dick examined his small frame suspiciously.

"Make Bruce Wayne happy."

David said, "Do you know what I should do?"

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later

Ye Yi: "Understood, I didn't pick up a child, but picked up a child bride."