Gang hideout, meeting room.

Jason and his crew sat around the conference table, eyeing the cold-faced beauty.

Harley turned to Jason, her tone sour. “Honey, who the fuck is she?”

The blonde-haired woman was flawless from head to toe, making Harley and Christine feel like they couldn’t measure up.

Jason threw up his hands, looking innocent. “Hell if I know.”

Harley pouted, clearly not buying it.

Bullshit, probably some old fling coming to collect.

Franklin nudged John with his elbow, whispering, “John, am I crazy, or is this vibe getting weird? Feels like we’re heading into some soap opera drama.”

John’s sharp eyes studied the woman’s gaze, then he grinned. “You’re overthinking it. She’s not even human.”

Franklin’s back went cold, swallowing hard. “Don’t fuck with me, man! Not human? What, a ghost?”

John shook his head. “Dunno about ghosts, but there’s no human emotion in those eyes.”

Jason stared at her, his mind flashing to the ally named ‘T-X.’ He blurted, “You’re T-X?”

The blonde-haired woman nodded.

He pressed on. “From the looks of it, you’re not human.”

The room went dead silent, everyone shocked except John and David, who smirked.

Like them, Jason’s instincts were razor-sharp, spotting right away she wasn’t human.

John and David had years of killer experience, reading her cold, empty eyes.

Jason’s method was cruder—he’d fucked enough women to develop a knack for sniffing them out. But that skill failed here, leading to his conclusion.

T-X spoke in a voice smoother than a newscaster’s. “I am not human. I am a liquid metal companion robot, codenamed T-X.”

Her body shifted, liquid metal rippling. Her pale skin split into seams, oozing silver liquid.

The horrifying sight made everyone jump.

To see a living, beautiful woman transform into this state right before their eyes was truly terrifying.

A few seconds later, the robot had taken on Jason’s appearance, the only constant being her cold expression.

Holy shit, that beats Christine’s disguise skills by a mile.

The crew stared, dumbfounded, taking seconds to accept reality.

Jason was blown away by the transformation tech but still had questions. “With the current level of technology in various countries, it seems impossible to create you. Are you from another planet, or…”

T-X reverted to her original form. “Not from another planet, but from fifty years in the future.”

Everyone sucked in a breath, leaning back instinctively.

Fifty fucking years!

Time travel!

One minute it’s a rom-com, then a horror flick, now a sci-fi blockbuster. This script would tank at the box office.

Jason, quickest to adapt, asked, “So who sent you back from fifty years?”

T-X turned to Harley, pointing at her belly. “Your son, Brian Walter.”

Jason’s jaw dropped. “What?!”

All eyes shot to Harley and her stomach.

Harley, after a moment of panic, touched her belly and laughed carelessly. “Heh, my kid’s a good son, sending gifts to his parents. Brian, nice name.”

A gift?

Who the fuck sends *this* as a gift to their dad?

Jason, curious, asked, “Why’d… my son send you here?”

T-X replied in her robotic tone, “Fifty years from now, time travel tech is mature. Brian Walter knew his mother couldn’t fuck his father during pregnancy, so he sent me to handle your physical needs.”

The room went silent as a grave.

Everyone’s eyes bulged, stunned.

Even Harley, usually carefree, was floored.

“Heh heh!”

A few seconds later, Jason’s face darkened, and he let out a forced, humorless laugh.

“My son’s real fucking thoughtful! Other kids send whiskey or cigars, but mine sends a goddamn sexbot.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, thinking it would be better to get rid of such a child.

Boss, I think this gift is very original, out of the ordinary,” Franklin said, snickering behind his hand.

Jason’s face clouded over even more.

Harley, panicking, grabbed his hand, defending her unborn kid. “It’s… probably a parenting issue. We’re always fighting and killing—how’s a kid supposed to grow up normal? If you don’t like it, we’ll raise him right once he’s born.”

Jason’s anger eased slightly.

If I’m a fuck-up, how normal could my kid be?

He snorted, glaring at the blonde-haired woman with newfound resentment.

“Besides playing fuckbuddy, what else can you do? If that’s it, go back where you came from.”

T-X, expressionless, said, “In the future, a robot’s primary value is companionship, but for owner safety, I have combat capabilities.”

Her body rippled, and she pulled a chip from her chest. “All my functions and settings are on this chip. Connect it to a home computer to view the manual or adjust settings.”

Jason took the chip, examining it closely.

Franklin grabbed a laptop and a chip reader.

Since the robot was sent fifty years into the past, the chip was retrofitted to work with modern computers.

The chip loaded, and Jason scrolled through the screen.

As she said, this companion bot had a *shitload* of combat skills.

The chip stored over 150 peak-human abilities—driving, firearms, hand-to-hand, melee weapons, you name it.

Having T-X was like having 150 elite specialists.

But her real power was the chip—a processor fifty years ahead of current tech.

With enough juice, that ten-square-centimeter chip could match the world’s top supercomputers.

Paired with algorithms half a century advanced, she was nearly unstoppable on modern networks.

Networks?

Computing?

Jason’s mind snapped to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s global surveillance.

This was a perfect match for T-X’s expertise. He wondered if she had a way to crack it?

Jason immediately explained the current situation to her.

T-X listened, then replied, “Completely dismantling S.H.I.E.L.D.’s surveillance is beyond my processing power, but I can glitch it to keep you hidden.”

Jason was slightly disappointed.

So this robot wasn’t invincible—still outmatched by S.H.I.E.L.D.’s juggernaut.

But dodging their surveillance was good enough for now.

After a moment, Jason said, “Forget the companion shit. You’ve got two jobs.”

“First, make us invisible to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s surveillance. I don’t need you to paralyze S.H.I.E.L.D.’s network system, just make it so they can’t find us.”

“Second, establish a hidden and secure private network on the internet for internal communication among the Joker’s organization.”

After his Times Square stunt, global terrorists would go nuts, and attacks would spike.

Some would wave the Joker flag to do their own dirty work.

But plenty would genuinely want to join, seeing a platform to flex their skills.

Jason needed a comms hub to guide them remotely, uniting scattered players into a fighting force.

Once the organization scaled, he’d send core members to oversee operations in person.

Per his plan, the Joker Organization’s crime network would go global in a few years.

T-X processed his orders and nodded. “Easy. My chip can serve as the server.”

Satisfied, Jason nodded. “Good. By the way, you got a name? I can’t keep calling you T-X.”

She shook her head, pointing to the chip. “I am currently in my factory state and have no name. You can set it on the chip.”

Jason scrolled the mouse, found the basic info settings, and made changes.

Ten minutes later, he double-checked, confirmed, and handed the chip back.

T-X reinstalled it. After a few seconds, her eyes flickered with human-like emotion.

Everyone was stunned. No wonder this bot was a companion in the future.

Even emotions could be simulated, and damn convincingly.

Looking at her now, Jason grinned, raising his beer. “Here’s to our new ally. Welcome, Chloe.”

Chloe smiled warmly, her chip calculating the perfect response based on tone, context, and language.

She took a beer from Franklin, chugging it under shocked stares, unbothered by short-circuit risks.

After the welcome, Jason laid out the Joker Organization’s next moves.

Despite Clint’s betrayal, the recruitment plan was still on.

They couldn’t always be the ones on the front lines; the organization needed mid-to-high-tier fighters.

With the weapons and equipment Alexander secretly provided them, Jason could build up a force of thousands in a short period of time.

For the near future, the Joker Organization would focus on building, not wrecking shit.

With Chloe, the human robot, they could finally go all out.

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