When the door opened, Dick let out a breath he did not know he was holding. Unlike the rest of floor 53, the lights flickered on when they sensed his movement." And Dick Grayson with open arms stated: Let there be light" He chuckled, pleased more than anything that there was something actually going his way for a change. Most of the bulbs were burnt out, but at least the few that were still working gave him enough light to the point he would not run into things and not have to use his flashlight. He let out a low whistle before stepping into the newly found secret room. This is what wally was hoping to find, computers and lab equipment. Some very similar to the previous floors' equipment, but also some odder things like an old operation table. That made Dick shiver slightly, he did not need all of his memories to figure out that he had most likely seen that table a few times in his stay here. However, as he glanced over to the table, the humming in the back of his head had started up again.

He would scream and thrash as the men in white coats restrained him onto the cold metal table. The feeling of dread would wash over him as he saw the scalpels and needles.

"There there, little bird" A dark figure would loom over Dick, but he could not see the man's face. He tried to focus on any facial feature that he could recognize, but all he did was strain his eyes. "We have plans, and you are the last puzzle piece." The voice continued

"Plans? What plans!? Let me go!" Dick would shout out and thrash only to be cut off by a needle being jabbed into his neck. The liquid felt like as as it flowed through his veins before a searing pain erupted in his chest.

"Quiet now, we are going to proceed." The figure disappeared from his sight as more scientists talk in hushed tones, becoming nothing more than white noise as the pain continued.

Dick pulled back to reality with a sharp gasp, his head pounding almost as fast as his heart. HIs hand shot up to his neck as another shiver ran through his spine. His body was screaming at him to get out of there, every fiber of his being was telling him he needed to run from this place and not look back. Dick was tempted to follow his instincts, but he could not run after how hard he looked to find this place. This place had answers, but dick was beginning to question himself if he really wanted to know what happened down here. Sometimes, the ignorance is worth not being kept up at night. Yet here he was. Dick guessed he must have been a glutton for punishment, because instead of running here he was.

"So this is where the magic happened." Dick scoffed sarcastically before hesitantly going in to take a closer look at the computers. Surprisingly, other than the dust, everything seemed to be in working order like they were ready to start up again at any time. "Convenient enough. Now lets see if these computers are in working order." Dick sat down at a chair, wheeling up to a computer desk. MAn, he needed to get one of these wheely office chairs in his room, they are extremely comfy. "Dick, focus." He shook his head slightly before returning his attention to the computer in front of him. They had crashed the external computers, but it was unlikely that they had time to reach these which worked on a separate hard drive. Again, to his satisfaction, the computer systems turned on with very minimal rewiring "Alright, time to see what CADMUS was planning." He put his hands on the keyboard and started typing, looking for any information he did not already know. He paused at the file 'Kr' knowing that the only reason he had been found was because the kryptonian clone wanted to find out more about the Kr project. Dick sighed a bit before opening the file, it is the least he could do since he was the reason they abandoned their original mission for him. Dick clicked on the first folder of the file, scanning its contents. It was nothing new, the information on how they obtained Superman's DNA, how Lex Luthor donated some of his own DNA to better control the clone. Really, it was all messed up. The birds and the bees is one thing, but creating a clone just seemed gross and wrong to him. Sure, Superboy was the end product, but sometimes Dick wondered if science has gone too far. He continued looking into files from preparation to g-gnome force fed learning. It was only when he reached near the end did he find something that made his skin run cold. It was another external link, but it was in Kr's file. Project 'R'. Dick had figured he was project R, but why would he be in with Project Kr?