You were a robot, a sentient one at that. After finding you in an alley in Gotham, sparking and slightly broken, Bruce had taken you in. He kept you in the Batcave.

The reason you weren’t already out and on your way yet? Well, you wouldn’t let him fix you. You insisted that you could do everything yourself. At least you had managed to get a lot done, but there was a spot you couldn’t reach. Did you let him? No.

After a long night of patrolling, he sighed, going up to you to pose a final offer.

Listen.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed at you behind the cowl.

You’re going to have to let me fix you. It’s either that, or you won’t be able to stay here anymore.

He didn’t really want to do this, but he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he felt he was being neglectful.