"Simply perfect, now my handsome little golem," The caretaker purposely waved his hand in front of Mitchel's face, "time for movement to return to your limbs!"
Mitchel could feel his stiff limbs begin to stir slightly, "could he be letting me go?" he asked himself, but to his horror the movements of his arms and legs were not his own as he is forced to walk robotically, much like the statue that brought him in, in the direction of the old man.
"Ah! Almost forgot a little detail!" he muttered, and rummaged around a small cupboard and produced what appeared to be a small black cylinder that reminded Mitchel of a small speaker for a portable music device. Beckoning his Robin effigy toward him, Mitchel could do nothing as his body stiffly marched up to his captor.
The Caretaker commanded his heroic puppet to open his mouth wide. Mitchel unwillingly obliged and the Caretaker took care in dropping the cylinder into his gaping mouth. With that the Caretaker gently pushed Mitchel's jaw shut.
Mitchel could feel the cylinder work it's way down the back of his mouth feeling what felt like tiny tendrils moving about the back of his throat and resting the cylinder where his larynx should be. The tendrils seemed to be growing around extending into his limbs and there felt like a great disturbance of tendrils on his left pectoral where his Robin insignia was placed.
Five minutes of chaos elapsed and in that time his outer shell, like the ocean's surface showed no sign of the tumultuous events within him. The Caretaker raised his hand to Robin's torso, feeling the rubber contours of his prize work.
Mitchel's gaze was fixed ahead of him and there was no mirror in his field of view, so he had to rely on his sense of touch to work out what was happening. He could feel the hand brush up his new sixpack, and up to his left pectoral and then touch the moulded insignia that personified his alterego. He felt the insignia push in a bit like it was a large button and all of a sudden his whole body jerked into an action pose. Mitchel couldn't stop himself as he began to curse the way Robin always did. "Holy traps! Bstman, how are we ever gonna get out of this?" Mitchel then went into a tirade of very over-expressed kicks and punch, went into a heroic, hand clasping his sides pose, gave a boyish grin then froze in that pose.
The Caretaker pushed Robin's insignia again, and once again he went into the programmed routine only with a different curse.
Mitchel tried to stop his limbs being so unceremoniously control but to no avail.
The Caretaker tested it another 6 times before he was satisfied by the action pose.
"Ah the punters will love this!" He said gleefully, "You'll be one of the star attractions in our superhero section!...well once we get more of you little trespassers to join our little exhibit, but you'll be helping me out there too hehe!"
He rubbed his hands in anticipation. "Time to put you up on display then! Come with me!" he backoned.
And Mitchel jerkily moved behind the Caretaker to what will be his new and permanent home.