Jason looked at the three men as if they'd never seen the world before.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of contempt.
It was understandable for Bruce Wayne and Alfred to be confused—neither of them were experts in this field—but Lucius Fox? The legendary chief technology officer of Wayne Enterprises?
Seriously?
Jason sighed and began to explain.
"This is definitely artificial intelligence," he said, clearly annoyed. "The reason you don't see any massive servers is because I've eliminated the need for them."
"The limits of traditional server performance are obvious. They're restricted by material constraints—especially heat. Resistance inside the chips causes them to heat up under load, reducing overall efficiency."
Anyone who's ever pushed a high-end computer knows this. Run it hard enough, and it turns into a space heater. No amount of cooling can fully mitigate that—especially on the industrial scale required for AI. Servers have physical limits.
But Jason had moved beyond those.
"To solve the heat and efficiency bottlenecks," Jason continued, "I implemented something new: a bionically-inspired quantum state service array."
Fox blinked. Bruce frowned. Alfred was already lost.
Jason pressed on.
"It's a fusion of bionics and quantum physics. Essentially, I broke down data particles to the quark level and enabled quantum-state calculations. This setup makes the AI's processing power comparable to a functional quantum computer."
Silence.
Bruce looked like he'd just been asked to explain nuclear fusion. Alfred stared as if Jason had spoken in ancient Greek.
Only Fox responded, eyes wide with awe.
"Jason… are you saying this ball of light is functioning at quantum-level processing?"
Jason nodded casually. "Yep."
Bruce cleared his throat, trying to hide the wobble in his voice. "Jason, is your tech really that… advanced?"
Before Jason could answer, Fox stepped forward, visibly shaken.
"Mr. Wayne, this is beyond advanced. If what Jason's saying holds up, this is a scientific revolution. We're not just talking innovation—we're talking Nobel-level technology. This could rewrite everything we know about computing."
Even Fox, usually unflappable, was struggling to stay calm.
"This kind of leap—processing at a quantum level without traditional infrastructure—this is like going from the first steam engine straight to nuclear fusion. The entire world would change overnight."
Hearing that, Bruce's proud smirk returned.
He couldn't help it. Even Tony Stark had never gotten this level of praise out of Fox.
"I knew the kid was a genius," Bruce said, smiling.
Jason rolled his eyes.
"Alright," he said. "Let me demonstrate the most basic function of this AI—facial recognition and real-time data analysis."
"There are countless uses for AI: predictive modeling, combat algorithms, deep-sea exploration—you name it. But for now, I'll just show you how easily it can analyze and reconstruct events."
He looked Bruce straight in the eye.
"Like, say… tracking where you were tonight."
Bruce's face froze. "That's impossible."
His voice was firm—but underneath, there was panic.
He'd been very careful tonight. No one had followed him. His identity was airtight.
Jason didn't reply.
Instead, he spoke clearly to the lab.
"Skynet, initiate reconstruction."
A soft, melodic voice echoed from all around. "Yes, Jason."
A translucent screen flickered to life in the air before them. It played like a movie, displaying surveillance footage from earlier that night.
They all watched as Bruce Wayne entered the secret underground garage beneath Wayne Manor.
They watched as he opened the concealed panel behind the vintage wine rack.
They watched as he donned the black suit and cowl.
Then they watched as Batman roared out of the Batcave on his sleek motorcycle and headed straight for the docks.
Everything was there—angles, timestamps, even biometric overlays of Bruce's movements.
Bruce stood paralyzed, eyes wide. Alfred's hands trembled like he had Parkinson's. Fox was slack-jawed.
When the video ended, Bruce finally managed to speak.
"That's… that's not possible. Wayne Manor has the most advanced digital firewall in the world. Probably better than Area 51."
Jason didn't even blink.
"In the face of true artificial intelligence, any firewall is meaningless," he said calmly.
Alfred turned to Fox, his voice shaking. "Is that… true?"
Fox nodded slowly, his voice grim.
"Yes. Digital defenses, no matter how sophisticated, are nothing to an AI of this magnitude."
"If Jason wanted to launch a nuclear missile right now, we'd be powerless to stop him. Even so-called 'air-gapped' military systems could be breached if they're even momentarily connected to a network."
"This is why military-grade robotics must never be governed by autonomous AI."
Fox looked more serious than Jason had ever seen him.
Bruce's jaw tightened. His mouth opened as if to say something, but no words came out.
He had always known AI could be powerful. But this?
The thought that his double life—his secret identity—could be unraveled in under a minute by his own son's invention?
It was terrifying.
Less than sixty seconds.
That's all it had taken for his entire facade to be stripped away.
Jason folded his arms and shook his head, glancing from one stunned face to the next.
"Bruce," he said dryly, "I didn't know you were into cosplay."
Bruce looked up, baffled.
"I mean," Jason added with mock seriousness, "isn't that kind of thing for kids?"
There was a long, awkward silence.
Even Alfred looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.