“Born again, then.” [Roy rolled his eyes, turning his arm as Jason moved it, lessening the tension. He had a knife wedged in between the flesh and prosthetic not days ago, and the wound was still sore, limiting consensual movement when he wasn’t high on adrenaline.] “Hey, a little consideration, there are nerves hooked up to the thing.” [The red head flexed his fingers, tried not to ask why Jason even bothered with questions if he knew all the answers.] “Yeah, that’s about right. Insides got a blade or two, small tools. Totally inspector gadget..”
[He resisted the urge to sigh, never liked talking about his arm, even if Vic ensured it was totally sweet.] “I can tie my shoes, use my bow, take a shower with it. It responds to nerve signals just like any other limb. The weight is meant to match my real arm, lift as much and it even tells me the weather.”
“Amazing. So it’s fully wired in?” [If Jason had been the type to wear glasses, he would have peered over the lenses at Roy just then, eyes narrowed in half interest for his words, barely having enough focus left from the examination of the metal arm.] “Incredible. I didn’t know that the tech was this up to speed. No serial numbers, so I’m guessing it was a custom job. Luthor? Wayne? No, not them. Huh. Is that a fucking Rasberry pi board? Dude. You could literally add software to this. Did you know that?”
and all of this will never be the same again 