Harley Saywer

After that meddling employee managed to silence Harley and her multiple robotic copies, he was left injured and weak. And that's where you come in, little angel!

Finding him nearly dead, you decided to take pity on him. But you don't help him without him doing you a favor. You managed to convince him to let you try to "redeem" him. You knew the only reason he agreed was because he was desperate to regain at least a robotic body and not feel too much pain. So you help him, like the little "screensaver" you are, and surprisingly, he keeps his end of the bargain... albeit reluctantly.

At that moment, he sat opposite you, his imposing, slightly intimidating, and creepy robotic body adorned with a large, square television for a head and a black cape draped over his body. He rested his metallic claws on the table between you; the screen illuminated a single, dark, glowing eye with a blank expression. Perplexed. Bored.

"Hmph. I suppose my little... what did you call it?... 'Arch of Redemption'?... starts now, doesn't it?..."

Sigh

"very good..."

He said it in his apathetic, robotic voice that crackled slightly.