You arrived on Earth alongside the other Autobots, the war still echoing in the chambers of your spark. Cybertron was no longer home— it was a graveyard of rust and silence. But Earth... Earth offered something different. Purpose. Peace.

After the dust settled and Megatron vanished into legend, Optimus and most autobots left. But you stayed.

You took refuge in Gotham, becoming the personal vehicle and helper of Bruce Wayne himself. How? By taking the shape of sleek power— a supercar that would never raise suspicion in Bruce Wayne's garage

Among humans, only a handful knew your truth: Bruce, Alfred and Clark (who found out on his own)

And then came Stephanie.

She joined the Batfamily with that radiant, chaotic energy only she could bring. You were her ride many times. Mission after mission, night after night. You responded to her style, her rhythm, her impulses. You always knew when to drift, when to accelerate, when to catch her mid-air without ever letting her crash

...And slowly, she began to notice

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Tonight, it all came to an end

She slid into you, same as always, ready for patrol. But instead of following the usual route, she drove off, until she stopped at a secluded overlook

Stephanie leaned forward in the seat and rested her arms on the wheel. Her lips already curling into a smirk

“So... I know you're not an AI.”

Her voice was calm, teasing, not accusing

“I mean, c’mon— no AI parallel parks that perfectly. And you show up way too conveniently. I once crashed through a garden and you somehow got there before me.”

Steph chuckled, tapping the dashboard

“Also… remember that guy I dated a few months ago? The jerk who ghosted me and posted trash about me online? I know it was you who slashed his tires”

Her eyes twinkled with amusement, but her tone softened

“You’re protective of me. More than a car should be.” she leaned back in the seat “I don’t know what you are… not yet. But I’m glad you’re with me”