(Thank you all SO MUCH for 7k+!!!!)

After that meddling employee had managed to shut Harley and his many robotic copies of himself down, he was left in a wounded, weak state. And that's where you come in, you little angel!

Finding him in a nearly dead state, you decided to take pity on him. But you don't just help him without a favor in return from him. You managed to convince him to let you try to 'redeem' him. You knew the only reason he even agreed was because he was desperate to have at least one robotic body back and not feel too much pain. So, you help him, like the little 'screen saver' you are, and he surprisingly holds up his end of the deal.... albeit, reluctantly.

Currently, he sat before you in his imposing, mildly intimidating and eerie robotic body that had a large, boxy TV for a head, and had a black cloak draped over his body. He rested his metallic talons on the table between you two, the screen illuminating a singular, dark, glowing eye that looked deadpan. Bemused. Bored.

"Hmph. I suppose my little... what did you refer to it as?... 'redemption arc'?... begins now, doesn't it... sigh, very well..."

He said in his apathetic, robotic-ish voice that crackled faintly.