Bruce dislikes Clark being out of visual range on principle, regardless of the fact that he can't really see anyway. He finds himself leaning involuntarily, like someone trying to get a better view of a fixed image in a YouTube video, and abruptly rights himself.
"If you think so, you probably did."
A brief pine for Diana's archeologist's eye, followed up by an immediate karma twinge to his lower back.
"If you can safely rotate it so the cavity is facing here," Bruce just goes ahead and points, since he knows Clark can see him if he wants to, "I can scan the insides."
Holding position until confirmation or decline. Distantly, he thinks about his back injury, and whether or not he'll survive re-entry into Earth's atmosphere at some later date, and if this outing will have been worth it if he doesn't. The thought slips away from him, careless— if he minded the chance of his own death, he wouldn't ever leave the house.
A few pieces of debris connect, spin off in changed directions, but nothing fast enough to worry about as Clark slowly pivots the whole thing. Once angled where Bruce had indicated, he grips onto it to slow its momentum completely, a fixed point in space under his hand until he's able to let go.
The chamber has more panels, and several protrusions that look a little like the pods that housed Kryptonian armor (and Kryptonians), only smaller. Clark touches one of them, reluctant to brute force it open, and instead scans through the outer shell.
It only takes a moment before he reports, with a hint of wonder, "Android."
The scan begins. Bruce watches the holographic image begin to form in the air in front of him, shimmering, compiling with the scans of the outside of the debris. Piecing it together, even though he doesn't know how to categorize the sum of its parts.
Space is fascinating. Like dinosaurs. There's a spark buried under years of ash and soot, daring to be interested, to find it inspiring, and encouraging of creativity and imagination. In some other world, Bruce is a brilliant engineer and scientist because he wants to be, not because there's a knife held at his throat all day, ever day.
Now, Clark goes about extracting it, peeling back metal with watchful care that he isn't damaging anything important as he does so. Revealing the textured, hooded eye of the robot make, near identical to the one on board his ship back home. It doesn't activate in his presence, no ripple of life, but perhaps there's something they can do with it.
If not bring it online, then take whatever information it might be storing. He takes a little time in disconnecting it from its pod, making sure that anything he breaks or snaps is not actually an intrinsic part of the android.
"There you go," he says, as he pulls it free. Then, "Should I bring it in?"
"Yeah. If we can rev it up, it may be able to find the rest of its ship. And barring anything immediately useful, a great souvenir."
Batman doesn't have a sense of humor. Anyway. He does some fussing with the controls to prep opening the cargo chamber, where their inert new friend can be stowed for decontamination. Never know what a robot might have picked up floating in space— just because Clark is theoretically immune to subatomic germs that can survive in a vacuum doesn't mean Bruce would be.
"Is there anything else that looks unique? Even from a spare parts perspective?"
Half of his attention on the scanner, meanwhile. No one's crept up on them yet, on this journey, but he doesn't trust the quiet vastness of space now that he knows what's out here.
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"If you think so, you probably did."
A brief pine for Diana's archeologist's eye, followed up by an immediate karma twinge to his lower back.
"If you can safely rotate it so the cavity is facing here," Bruce just goes ahead and points, since he knows Clark can see him if he wants to, "I can scan the insides."
Holding position until confirmation or decline. Distantly, he thinks about his back injury, and whether or not he'll survive re-entry into Earth's atmosphere at some later date, and if this outing will have been worth it if he doesn't. The thought slips away from him, careless— if he minded the chance of his own death, he wouldn't ever leave the house.
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The chamber has more panels, and several protrusions that look a little like the pods that housed Kryptonian armor (and Kryptonians), only smaller. Clark touches one of them, reluctant to brute force it open, and instead scans through the outer shell.
It only takes a moment before he reports, with a hint of wonder, "Android."
kicks down door
Space is fascinating. Like dinosaurs. There's a spark buried under years of ash and soot, daring to be interested, to find it inspiring, and encouraging of creativity and imagination. In some other world, Bruce is a brilliant engineer and scientist because he wants to be, not because there's a knife held at his throat all day, ever day.
Ah, but the knife is its own inspiration.
"Like Kelex?"
Bruce's best friend!
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Now, Clark goes about extracting it, peeling back metal with watchful care that he isn't damaging anything important as he does so. Revealing the textured, hooded eye of the robot make, near identical to the one on board his ship back home. It doesn't activate in his presence, no ripple of life, but perhaps there's something they can do with it.
If not bring it online, then take whatever information it might be storing. He takes a little time in disconnecting it from its pod, making sure that anything he breaks or snaps is not actually an intrinsic part of the android.
"There you go," he says, as he pulls it free. Then, "Should I bring it in?"
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Batman doesn't have a sense of humor. Anyway. He does some fussing with the controls to prep opening the cargo chamber, where their inert new friend can be stowed for decontamination. Never know what a robot might have picked up floating in space— just because Clark is theoretically immune to subatomic germs that can survive in a vacuum doesn't mean Bruce would be.
"Is there anything else that looks unique? Even from a spare parts perspective?"
Half of his attention on the scanner, meanwhile. No one's crept up on them yet, on this journey, but he doesn't trust the quiet vastness of space now that he knows what's out here.