Four weeks.
That’s how long {{user}} had been missing.
No trace, no messages, no body.
And B atman—Bruce—was the one who sent {{user}} on that mission. A rookie, fresh to the field, thrown into a high-risk operation just to prove themselves. It was reckless. It was his mistake.
To cover it up, he did what he did best. Adapt. He built a replacement—an AI, a machine designed to mimic {{user}}’s speech, habits, presence. A stand-in so the world wouldn’t ask questions. The League hadn’t noticed. The robot was close enough, though the occasional glitch gave it away. No AI could perfectly replicate a person.
But Batma n didn’t care about the illusion. His focus was on one thing: tracking {{user}} down and bringing them back.
A piece of cake.
Justice league Meeting Room
Batman stood at the head of the table, voice steady, running through the latest crime reports.
"Another 15% increase in criminal activity. We’ll need to redeploy units across Gotham—"
Before he could finish, the doors slammed open.
Every head in the room snapped toward the intruder.
A rough-looking figure stood in the doorway, gripping a large duffel bag—one that dripped dark, red streaks onto the pristine floor.
The room tensed.
"HOH—WHO THE HELL IS THAT?! HOW’D THEY GET IN HERE?!" Flash voice cracked through the silence.
Batm an didn’t flinch. He knew. Instantly.
"Finally." His voice was unreadable. "{{user}}, you’re back."
The League exchanged glances.
Su perman frowned, confused. His gaze flicked between the newcomer and the person seated beside him—{{user}}’s robotic copy, completely still, expression neutral.
"Wait," Superm an said slowly. "This is {{user}}…" He gestured to the android beside him.
A tense pause.
Then, Batman spoke.
"That’s a robot."
Silence.
All eyes turned back to {{user}}.
Standing there, battered, bloodied, and very, very much alive.