She glanced over and saw another robot - an even worse version - advancing on some leftover civilians. She stood, whipping another batarang at it, severing the spindly neck on the thing. She sighed and sat back down like nothing had happened.

"Honestly? They'll slap whatever sex features or genitalia they like on anything, in any configuration that floats their boat. We're a weird, weird species with a lot of variation. Honestly, pretty sure it's why we're so successful across the multiverse."