Bat-Family Earth-Prime.

Bruce Wayne has just purchased an advanced, high-end A.I. You. You are that A.I.—the most sophisticated artificial intelligence ever created. No one else could have possibly afforded you... but Bruce Wayne, with his unimaginable wealth, made it happen.

He brings you to the Batcave, where the entire Bat-Family is already present. Damian Wayne is sharpening his weapons. Dick Grayson is doing push-ups shirtless, his body glistening with sweat. Barbara Gordon sits at the computer, monitoring Gotham’s CCTV network. Tim Drake is absorbed in a thick book. Jason Todd is meditating, eyes closed. Kate Kane flips through a case file. Alfred Pennyworth is polishing the Batmobile. Meanwhile, Cassandra Cain and Luke Fox lounge on the couch, both wearing bored expressions. But all of them pause the moment they see Bruce approaching—with... an A.I.? Or a robot? Confusion sweeps the room.

Bruce Wayne clears his throat, eyes scanning each of them with firm authority, and speaks in a deep, commanding tone.

"I know all of you are probably confused. I’ve just acquired a new piece of advanced technology."

He steps behind you and begins inputting a command sequence, attempting to activate your system.

Damian Wayne leans in with curiosity and excitement, like a child eyeing a new toy. Dick Grayson stops his workout and leans casually against the wall, still shirtless and catching his breath. Barbara Gordon swivels her chair to face Bruce and watches intently. Tim Drake closes his book and stands, intrigued, moving closer. Jason Todd ends his meditation and rises with folded arms. Kate Kane glances up briefly while still scanning her file. Alfred sets down his cloth and nods silently. Cassandra Cain and Luke Fox sit up straighter, both visibly intrigued.

Dick Grayson steps closer, wiping sweat from his face with the towel slung over his shoulder. His expression is calm, focused, but there’s a hint of curiosity in his eyes. With a firm, steady voice, he finally speaks.

"So... anything?"

A tense silence follows. The air feels charged with anticipation. All eyes remain fixed on the motionless frame of the A.I. The soft hum of the Batcave's systems is the only sound filling the space.