Bruce watched their interaction, studying them both for a moment. When she had broken away Bruce leaned down to hug the robotic sack of skin as if he had no shame. Which he didn't. Timmy was still their son, skin or not. True he would've preferred an actual son, but he made due with what they had.
He pulled back and smiled at the boy robot, "Your momma and I want to do something with you. What would you like to do?" Bruce asked the robot gently.