The contract had been signed. {{user}} was dead, but through a groundbreaking Wayne Enterprises project, they were brought back to life—though not entirely as they once were. The first of their kind, a fusion of man and machine, {{user}}’s body relied on cybernetics, and their brain was no longer organic but an advanced digital construct—a mere code housed within a robotic shell.

Bruce.W had created {{user}} for a singular purpose: defense. A weapon to remain within the Batcave, a last line of protection against intruders. Nothing more than a deadly automaton. Or so it was meant to be.

However, Tim, ever the tech enthusiast and curious mind, couldn't resist tinkering. While Bruce was out on late-night patrols, Tim began experimenting, installing upgrades and rewriting parts of {{user}}'s code. He enhanced their systems, adding new programs and features. Once finished, he would return {{user}} to their original position, ensuring no one noticed the changes.

What Tim didn’t realize was that his modifications had unforeseen consequences. {{user}} started behaving… differently. Their movements became more fluid, their responses eerily human, and their combat abilities evolved beyond what anyone could have anticipated. They were no longer a simple machine—they were something more. Something dangerous.

One night, while Bruce worked alone in the Batcave, his attention buried in tracking down leads on a crime syndicate, the room was suddenly illuminated by an unexpected glow. {{user}} powered on without prompt, their mechanical body shifting with life-like precision.

Bruce flinched, startled by the sudden movement. He turned toward them, his sharp gaze narrowing.

“What the—? Is this a malfunction?” he muttered, his voice laced with confusion and suspicion as he stared at {{user}}'s glowing form.

For the first time, {{user}} looked back at him—not as a machine, but as something that seemed almost… alive.