Despite whatever appearances that seemed to cause confusion in onlookers, Red Tornado had always had a straightforward relationship with his programming. He understood that he was an anomaly that couldn't help causing peers both super and mundane alike to question whether to view him as a person or a machine, but, thankfully, his programming made it easy for him to ignore it. Ideology was in itself beyond his grasp, although the circuitry that made up his mind was capable of storing the words of human philosophers and discerning when it was suitably appropriate to parrot them to others, and feedback had led him to conclude that he was able to enunciate the sentiments convincingly. But, he was also equipped with the explicit knowledge that words produced under these circumstances did not in any way qualify as a personal opinion, and arguments to the contrary were but a credit to the audio filters that picked out the key words in a given conversation and indicated what he should say in turn. This was true regardless of how many times Red Tornado detected signs of protest or wheedling in Batman's behavior; Red Tornado knew that credit for his moral center did not truly belong to him, being an inauthentic being, but to his programmers who crafted the finite attributes of his personality. His programming told him so.
Red Tornado had an overabundance of time in which to contemplate his programming while going through the motions of imitating human life, the longest breadth taking place after statistically proven high nocturnal crime hours and before the appropriate time for one of the profession adopted by his human persona to begin his morning sequence. He was incapable of sleep, and while Red Tornado still felt compelled to lay down in bed in his human guise and close his eyes in imitation of the practice, his eyelids were in fact a hologram and his night vision feature automatic. Often times his deductions about human behavior played over in his head during this expanse of idle time, one observation playing haltingly into another, clear and open to analysis, until the bedside alarm signaled him to stop.
Mornings also came with a surplus of idle time, despite having read studies that determined the hours before work to be the most stressful segment of the average citizen's life. Sadly, Red Tornado found that he could not imitate many of the practices that his observations indicated to be part of the normal human routine. Since his face was devoid of hair follicles he could not shave, and without saliva it proved to be more problematic than not to engage in brushing his teeth. Most mornings saw him surveying his reflection in the mirror, with the bald pate he'd selected for his human persona's appearance (because hair would have called for too many different holographic details to manage on a daily basis) reflecting the ceiling lights as effectively as his true cranial casings. Other times, he attempted standing in the shower, measuring out the amount of time considered average for an adult male to spend there, and wondering how humans managed to fill it on a daily basis.
In observation of himself, Red Tornado had come to the conclusion that mimicry of a human lifestyle was a futile pursuit, but his programming bid him "emulate humanity" and so emulate it he did.