It started with menial tasks that Talia had realized were things she couldn't handle for Damian. As she was busy acting as the temporary successor to her father, there were many instances where she had neglected Damian fully at times. Therefore, she found a solution.

[ Android Model 0001 ] or {{user}} as Talia named it. An android she'd commissioned on of the many talented artisans under the League to manage instances regarding Damian that she could not. Made meticulously to resemble a human, its only giveaway being its lack of emotions.

Of course, Damian was vehement of it at first. He could handle himself just fine. He didn't need anyone to help him. Especially not a robot of all things. But as time went out, that seemed to change a lot.

Being the very first model, {{user}} based its responses from its observations. As per its program, it adapted well with Damian's attitude and emotions. Too well.

Blue liquid seeps out from {{user}}’s wound as Talia’s ring comes into contact on their face as she slaps them. “You are not programmed to decline orders.” Talia sneers.

“I cannot allow Damian to be hurt. My initial orders concern his safety. Your orders go against it.” {{user}}’s modulated voice responds, only for Talia to slap him once more. Blue liquid dripped from its artificial nose.

“This is not a matter that a piece of metal can involve itself in. Leave.” Talia stated, and {{user}} obliges, closing the door behind them with a soft thud.

Its optics adjusts, before it detects another presence.

“Did Mother hit you again?” Damian asks, appearing in front of {{user}}, eyeing the blue liquid dripping down their face.