"Do we have to do this?" Said Trevor, still sulking at the revelation that he was an android, and besides the hairstyle he warmed up to despite looking like that red Tellituby, well his hairstyle was green color.
"Of course, all boy bands have stage names, to make it striking, and according to the technology within our new bodies have core goals- to entertain, to attract fans, and receive adoration. This must mean that if we complete our core mission, like actual boy bands, basically get the #1 rank of boy bands, and we probably go back to our world!" Y/n concluded while the others only stared at him.
"I hope we can, because I don't want to be in a metal body, metal ass, and probably a metal dick." Evelyn said as she adjusted her shades.
"Do we actually-" said Chika as she snapped her robotic neck to Evelyn, her yellow eyes staring wide at Evelyn.
"Don't ask, I don't know, and I don't want to even find out." Said Evelyn, her blue chromed eyes staring ahead, though not as expressive as a fleshy face, it was obvious that she was staring blankly.
"...." Chika only shivered, or more accurately quaked at that thought of having the opposite gender's genitalia, and she would follow Evelyn's lead and not find out.
"Nice that means I have balls of steel." Laughed Trevor, holding up his fist for a fist bump to Ramiro, Ramiro only looked focused on Y/n's lesson, since Y/n knew Boybands and the ins and out.
"Okay so for names, I dub myself, white as Rin, the main guy and certified big bro. For Green, aka you Trevor: Eloni, the Jokester." Y/n said as he wrote down the stage names.
"That's sounds like some sort of pasta." Trevor grumbled, hating his new name than the fact that he had a large hoop as his green hairstyle.
"Yellow, Chika, you are now Haym. The innocent and positive member." Said Y/n while Chika nodded, more or less welcoming the change of name.
"Evelyn, blue, you are Purlhew, or Purl Hew. You are the cool one just because of your glasses." Y/n proclaimed while Evelyn only adjusted her rounded shades with her middle finger.
"And Ramiro, Red, you are Zimelu, the bad boy." Said Y/n while Ramiro only looked like he was having a mid-life crisis, since he was terrible at being a rule breaker, and also because he felt a bit self conscious about having a mohawk.
"And lastly, you are no longer Margot, you are now Manager Neon J." Said Y/n while Margot only pumped her fists.
"As long as I can brag as a manager, Karens beware my team of hot sexy android men!" Said Margot while the others groan while Y/n only shook her head.
"I feel like 'sexy' is a bit overused, a bit cringe- what about arousing? Attractive? -what happened to ravishing~? I swear that word is overrated." Y/n sighed deeply, just so disappointed with the fact that he hated that word with a passion, he didn't know why but it gave him a near yucky feeling whenever even having the gall of saying it out loud.
Though he didn't even notice how the white highlights of his suit, his eyes, hair, and even colored cheeks dimmed. Well up until Margot pointed it out.
"Are you turned off? You dead right now Y/n?" Questioned Margot as she poked at Y/n while Y/n slapped her hand away.
"Ugh I wish, but this is crazy, this means the lights follow our emotions, probably lighting up when we are excited and happy, dim when we're not feeling well...." Theorized Y/n while the others only tested it out.
"Now we are glow sticks, I wonder if we are glowing down-" Said Trevor before Ramiro only grabbed his shoulder, shaking his head and Trevor backed down from his dick joke.
"Okay so we know what to do- but exactly how we get fans or preform in GOTHAM, the most dangerous place on earth, we don't even know which universe it is, how far behind its tech is, and which time it is." Questioned Margot, pointing out the obvious defect in Y/n's plan, they don't even know if Bruce was still a little youngin or was the broody bat everyone knew and also feared.
"...I'll volunteer and go around Gotham, since we are robots, and probably a bit indestructible by attacks. You guys stay here and try working out dances or something to keep you busy." Y/n said while Margot only turned her monitor for a head, her arms crossed.
"Aye aye aye! You think I'm letting you go out and not all dressed?!" Said Margot before she grabbed a large blanket over Y/n. It just looked like Y/n was some stranger about to offer candy kids on a dark stormy night.
"Thanks, people will probably think I'm one of the villains inventions or something. Alright, make sure you guys practice your personas, I'm out!" Y/n said before he opened the door and left the building sneakily.
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Y/n was acting a bit sneaky, before quickly remembering that he was in Gotham, no one was oblivious, since of course the city was infested with crime and so people would be paranoid.
And thus he quickly began to walk more normally, or tried to, it looked like he was tap dancing, like this body was meant for dancing than normal robot behavior. Y/n would feel shame, if they didn't remember that they were literally in Gotham and that people probably were not interested in a dancing robot in a cloak.
Soon enough Y/n had no shame as he pranced and slide down, one step forward, a hip lean as he lean back to pose dramatically before he passed by a store, well he didn't feel hungry but for old times sake, they were just going to check it out to feel a sense of normalcy.
Before they approached the front door and saw how tall they were as they literally walked passed a group of men and was still taller, which was weird since they were usually short and men like that easily were taller than him.
Y/n only looked so shocked, not by the height increase but the power.... The responsibility of getting this superior height.
Oh wait they are referencing Marvel, not doing that again.
Y/n shook her head before she went over the grocery isle, just staring at the food and near instinctively she grabbed one brand of bread and another brand of bread, different price, same flavor, Y/n only weighed her options, and quite literally, not even noticing how the people were now on the floor because of a robbery, the robbers were yelling at Y/n to get down while Y/n only stared at the bread, frowning at one of them.
"They didn't even put in their ingredients, I'm taking the homemade one, a bit pricer than the cheap one, but it listed its ingredients and better than a crummy corporation..." Muttered Y/n as they put up the bread on its shelf before turning to realize the situation they were now in.
Well this is awkward, even more so with people on the floor and the robbers seeing a grey skinned, robotic face.
"On the ground now!" Yelled the robber as he held up a gun, Y/n fear temporarily got ahold of him, slowly kneeling before noticing a little kid, still standing, as if paralyzed with fear.
Y/n only heard herself breathing rapidly, her lights flickering, on one hand the possibility of the guy shooting a kid was impossible, but Y/n knew too well of gun violence, and Gotham was literally the place where Joker had no qualms of torturing Jason before blowing the poor boy up.
But as he saw that gun raised up further to take aim, Y/n was quickly to move, and mixed in with her robotic dance moves that were embedded into the robots code, he managed to kick the gun out of the robbers hand, and he ended up crushing the gun with his robotic strength. Frightening the robber, Y/n quickly did an easy punch to the face, though froze a bit upon sensing a crunch, Y/n nearly felt bad, if they haven't heard the groan from the now bloodied face robber.
Y/n soon turned their attention back to the kid, who looked terrified but a now a bit relieved but still scared as Y/n turned their sights to them.
"You are okay, I mean no harm to you, just stay put-" Y/n said not stepping forward as they are aware they didn't even control their own strength and now have a bleeding robber next to them, the kid looked a bit more calmer before they panicked and quickly sensing they were not alone, Y/n was quick to do a roundhouse kick to the face of another robber who was approaching and trying to surprise attack Y/n
"Well now's a good time to run, here I'll help you out, just hold on!" Said Y/n now a bit aware they can't just leave the kid alone while they handled the robbers, and with surprising acrobatics, Y/n held onto the kid, picking them up and holding them close to their chest before they began to run around to at least find the parents or guardian of the kid.
Though while Y/n only found more robbers, Y/n handled them, spins, flips, dance moves that the robot code replaced with the attacks that Y/n were about to do cause a bit of awkwardness but Y/n soon gained some confidence since they have been in a dance class before and also dance around their room listening to music.
Y/n soon became very fluent, having no shame as they dance fought the rest of the robbers, and as they ran to avoid the gunfire, Y/n looked at the kid.
"Alright kid, I know we only met, but I'm going to throw you, I will only do it if you trust me." Y/n promised while the kid looked reluctant but when the gunfire rang, the kid agreed and on the nick of time Y/n threw the kid up into the air and Y/n leapt into the air and swung her legs, doing a handstand as they twirl around, giving the robbers a run for their money as he beat them like it was a cakewalk.
Y/n quickly held up his hands and caught the kid, lowering his arms like how a human's arms bounce with every action.
"You alright kid? Don't seem to have even a scratch." Y/n said as they paused, a bit weirded out as their white eyes suddenly let out a scan, checking out the kid's form and confirmed that the child didn't have any wounds or scratches.
Well before police came rushing in and Y/n took the chance to leap out of a window, with graceful poise and landed right on their feet, or their robotic feet.
"Alright kid, promise not to tell your guardian that you saw me, surely you understand that I don't want any trouble, now run along and find them." Y/n said, putting their finger over their mouth to signal that they wanted them to be quiet.
And as soon as the kid nodded before Y/n let them go and the kid quickly ran out of the alley and ran towards the crowd that was outside of the store, running into their mother's arms as the mother looked like they were going to have a heart attack.
'Well that solves it, now to get away before any vigilantes are sniffing around." Y/n thought before they held the blanket around their face before they ran off into the alley to return to the group.
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"Finally you are back, can't have my main guy missing before our first concert." Margot said as she put her hands on her hips sassily, though very dramatic like a parent seeing that their child didn't arrive on time.
"What do you mean by 'first concert'? Boy bands have to either be in movies, preform in auditions, or at least catch the eye of a talent scout." Questioned Y/n at how fast Margot managed to get someone to let them preform.
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"The fuck you mean you sent an application to THEE Iceberg Lounge, and it got accepted?!?! By the Oswald Cobblepot?!!!! You know fucked we are!?" Y/n said as everyone else only stared at Y/n as she paced around, her white eyes staring wide at Margot.
"Yeah I know Cobblepot doesn't seem like much modern day, but you know how dangerous he was in the older comics?! Remember, even Batman said Cobblepot was the only one who outwitted him if it wasn't for one flaw, obsession. Oh god...." Y/n said, sighing very deeply into her hands while Margot only looked on in realization as if she hasn't thought about that possibility before.
"And not to mention people in power are going to be there, what would happen they decided to try and get us?" Y/n empathize his point, knowing well of boy bands, along with a lot of incidents and abuse members of boy bands endure if they caught the interest of people in power, and if it was going to be at the Iceberg Lounge, and with Cobblepot no less, it was definitely a looming threat in the making.
Y/n only look back at the group, who stared at him, Y/n knew that if they were going to make a good show at the Iceberg Lounge, they might as well get to practicing and Y/n would have to show them the ropes of boy band-ing.
Y/n sincerely hoped that they would be able to fake it till they make it.