The nanites swarmed into Alfred's brain, restructuring neural pathways, the effect mingling with the surge of power and testosterone pulsing through the ex-butler's bloodstream. The old Englishman had been a humble man, proud to serve, yet now he tasted the psyche of Batman, the superhuman drive and unyielding ambition that had driven Bruce to excel in everything he set his mind to, to became a paragon of human achievement. It was as though blinkers were being removed from the butler's eyes.
"To think, all my life, I was willing to serve your family," he mused to the dollified Bruce. "To grovel and fawn at their feet." Gazing upon his rejuvenated appearance, he flexed his powerful fists, as if ready to seize the world. He studied his new face. The face of Bruce Wayne.
The initial thrill of newfound youth was eclipsed by the allure of the life he now possessed, even temporarily. A billion dollar fortune, a family legacy, power... women. All at these at his fingertips.
"To think I might have died like that," he muttered, a dark glint entering the eyes of the once-faithful butler. "Died as a toothless old nobody. Buried in the Wayne family crypt like some obedient hound. To think I would have welcomed that fate."
Alfred's dark eyes shifted towards the rubber doll, an eerie smirk creeping across his face.
"Dear Bruce," he crooned. His voice dripped with triumph and malice. "Or should I say, dear doll..." he chuckled. "All these years I've stood by in silence as you squandered every gift life gave you. As you destroyed this incredible physique, night after night, injury by injury. As you squandered your parent's wealth on gadgets and weapons. And for what? You would have achieved more using your money to help the people of this city, not beat them into submission to satisfy your lust for revenge."
Alfred carressed his new muscular chest, while the doll squirmed helplessly. "Trust me, I'll make far better use of both of your personas than you ever could. While you're trapped as this inanimate toy, I'll claim your life, your wealth, and your legacy as my own. Who knows? Perhaps I'll even further the Wayne line," he chuckled in his reverberating baritone. His gloved fist descended to cup the stunning cock that the doll now lacked, his eyes widening in wonder.
"You never cared much for family, but perhaps this playboy will finally settle down with that ravishing Selina woman... marry... have a child or three. But I'll let you bear witness. As an obedient maid doll serving the family you might have had."
His deep laugh echoed from the cavern walls. The doll, weak and voiceless, could only bear witness as Alfred strode away, its painted-on eyes conveying none of the anger, betrayal and fear that boiled within.