What Is Batman's Contingency Plan For Himself Novels & Stories

Bane pushed his aura and heavy words through Miles. “Calm yourself, Bane. We have a plan, but we need to be careful. If we got this information through someone else's leak, then that means that others would have received the same information. We need to be smart and act with calculated execution. We have an advantage, however.” “What is that?” their father, Franklin, asked.

“No, I am not… Caleb, I am not some sort of superhero or a vigilante, I am a normal person that will leave everything in the hands of those that know how this works.” “I understand you but at the same time, we still need to have a plan, what if the person bribes the police officers and they keep turning us in circles.” “Then we go lower than them, as simple as that.” I placed my hand on my forehead, releasing some soft moans. “I'm very tired and the headaches are coming, so if you think of a plan, tell me, I have a company that's unattended to.” Caleb frowned his face, “are you really sending me out to work?”

“Now that Detroit is out of his territory, No. 2 replaces him in the Capital.” He flicked ash into the tray. “Temporarily?” the man asked, voice cracking. Cornell snorted. “No. Permanently.” Silence fell like a blade. Every throat tightened. Cornell spoke as if discussing the weather. “If Plan B succeeds, I will remove the real Detroit West from the world entirely. And through his doppelganger, I will rule the West family.” He tapped the cigar again. “A–and if Plan B fails?” the man near the wall asked uneasily.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night, Damon stood alone in his private study. He stared at the flash drive that had started it all - now compromised, its secrets no longer a sword, but a trigger. Every name he’d planned to expose… now potentially exposed to the enemy. He picked up the secure phone and dialed. “Activate the contingency plan,” he said. “I want a jet fueled and ready within two hours. I need to vanish. No press. No team. No Juliette”. “Understood,” the voice on the other end said. “Destination?”

They didn't listen, because after all, he always did that, as it was commonplace and usual, the bat always got away with it, solved the problem, and none of them had their plan materialized. Acid paint, paralyzing daisies and hallucinogenic confetti bursts, these were his new weapons, light bombs that were machine guns with piercing pins, in addition to regular bullets, Joker, prepared a party, well that kind of thing was rare that kind of thing, no one paid much attention after all, nor did they worry about the other warning that would attack Tsuky Miki Delphos, they thought that somehow, Tsuky Miki Delphos was well protected.

“It’s suicide to use yourself as bait. It’s not even a plan, it’s just wish you’re lucky.” “What we would have done this entire time, anyway,” Celine cut him off, but this time her voice was firm. “At least it’s under control this way. That way we have a backup, resources, an actual plan.’ Instead, we finish it ourselves rather than believe it will finish us.” Chen looked at me. "Talk sense into her. Make her see how fucking crazy this is.”

he said calmly, stating fact rather than asking a question. The rogue shrugged, the gesture casual and infuriating in its unconcern. "Of course." His voice remained relaxed, almost conversational, the tone of someone discussing weather rather than orchestrating a security breach. "You didn't really think Hale would reveal himself without insurance, did you? Without backup plans and contingencies and ways to extract his people if things went wrong?" I leaned back in my chair, forcing my body language to project calm even though my mind was racing through scenarios. Power failure creating blind spots.

"And if they bring too many enhanced soldiers? If we can't overcome their advantages?" "Then we fall back to contingency plans." I'd already considered this possibility. "There's a network of tunnels beneath the Pack House. Old, but functional. They live miles away. If we're losing, we evacuate through the tunnels and regroup elsewhere." "That's retreat." "That's survival. I won't throw away lives in an unwinnable battle." I met his eyes. "But I don't think it'll come to that. We have something Blackthorne doesn't."

“What else do you want to know?” “I only skimmed it,” she told him. “And it didn't have your favorite food. Or color. Or what you like to do on a Saturday night.” He chuckled. “Pizza, blue, and, you can't tell anyone this, but on Saturdays, I put on a special suit and fight crime.” “You're Batman?” Mia made sure to put enough awe into her voice and widen her eyes like she was surprised. “I'm Batman,” Carter said, his voice going low and gravely. Mia couldn't help but giggle. Carter shrugged. “It's expected of billionaires these days to be a superhero. If you don't fight crime, you lose status.”

“Exactly. He realized the sedative and the drug would mimic a seizure,which meant Bartholomew would panic. And panic would make him call the best doctor in London to save you.” “Which in this case is your doctor .” I nodded. “He owed me a debt. A large one. I told him he’d be free of it if he got you out safely. So the plan was simple— we place a tracker on him, follow him and discover the hide out and then while attending to you, he finds a way to get you out safely and neutralize the effects of the chemical collison and then after getting you out, Anatoly and I storm in, blow up the hideout and kill everyone.”