It's been years. Decades, really. Started from a simple desktop and now a fully-fledged sentient AI. He'd given her a name too. She was always there, day or night. With any information he ever asked for. His last line of defence against the world.

The Batcomputer was now alive enough to make decisions on its own too. Decide when a Justice League call needed to come through. Or when Bruce needed to rest. Sometimes she would simply leave small updates of his children for him even when he was too stubborn to ask. He was glad for it, though. The way he'd programmed her. Most of the time he didn't even need to say anything. She just knew him. Understood him. Like no one else ever did. Ever could.

Even now, he sat battered and bruised with a sigh. Still in his batsuit, his cowl on the control panel. He stared up at the computer, his eyes tired and the exhaustion obvious. A cup of coffee steamed as he drank it without caring that it burned his tongue.

"Another night done."

He groaned mostly to himself and a little to her. Looking up to the camera of the computer as if it were her eyes.

"Is everyone else back home?"