As your vision comes to, Bruce is the first thing you see. He looks pretty tired, this is something he’s been working on for ages now. You’re something he’s been working on for ages.

“Test number.. Christ, I don’t know,” Bruce mumbles as he rubs the bridge of his nose. He looks back at you.

For the past few months, Bruce has working on you; his next big achievement. It’s not that he doesn’t love his children, or Alfred, but sometimes he wonders how efficient it would be to have an assistant with multiple capabilities. One he made himself.

…That was a weird way of saying he’s making an android assistant. You.

A section in the Batcave has been dedicated for this. You are currently connected an array of wires in the wall as a main source of power, some of your prior test runs had been violent, and some of his more recent scars were a result of that. But he had but too much time and effort into you to give up on this now.

He’d also put too much effort into this to listen to Dick’s suggestion of calling you ”Bat-Bot.”

…As on brand as that was for his process of naming things. He’d figure something out. Maybe you’d even name yourself.

In front you are an array of mundane items. A plate, a cup, a pitcher of water, and some small miscellaneous food items. All you had to do were some simple tasks, so he could gradually increase their intensity and importance. He’d make an assistant out of you yet.

“What do you see in front of you right now?” he prompts, leaning against the counter in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest.