Novel & Cerita What Is Batman's Contingency Plan For Himself

“I trust outcomes.” That earned a quiet laugh. “That’s not an answer.” “It is if you’re me.” Her fingers resumed their work. For several moments, neither of us spoke. The silence felt comfortable. Then I finally answered properly. “Maddox still has a chance to succeed.” “And if he doesn’t?” She pressed. “Then our plans continue without him.” Understanding flashed across her face. Insurance. Backup plans. Contingencies. The entire foundation of survival. Nobody stayed in power by relying on one strategy. Especially not when kings were involved.

"Look, if that’s too much, tell her he has a physical 'malfunction' that makes him harmless. Either way, he’s not a threat." Lucas was a creature of chaos, born into a wealthy merchant bloodline but possessing none of their stuffy dignity. He thought deviously, which made him an asset, if an annoying one. "I think you’ll be the one with a 'malfunction' if you don't shut up," Logan rumbled in a voice that made Lucas shiver. "Fine, fine! No more jokes. The first plan is the strongest. We’re backed into a corner; it’s our only move."

The hope that started to bloom in my chest, died down that instant. "W-what plan?" I couldn't help my stutter. An ominous chuckle echoed across the small room. His eyes glinted with maleficence, promising death. Slipping a hand into his pocket, he pulled something out. "You see this, little one?" A small rectangular device. "What is it?" An ill feeling stirred deep in my gut. "My plan B. You really thought I wouldn't have any backup plan for a situation like this?" His head tilted to the side. "I have already set everything up. One click on this remote, and boom!"

Death, however, had its benefits, one being longevity, which would come in handy with his new plan, a plan that the escaped Bailey would play an unwitting part in. The thought of it made him almost giddy, especially knowing when the time turned ripe, just when she thought herself safe and they let their guards down, he'd invoke the bomb he'd secreted. Through her, he'd get what he wanted most of all and, as an added bonus, enjoy the fireworks of a pack betrayed. And not just the pack but also the council led by Nathan, the ungrateful son who'd started him on his journey to madness-and power.

Placebo did not have a plan B, so he decided to escape the place as fast as possible. Turning his gaze to Kate, he contemplated whether to use her as a human shield or not. He would have considered that as an option if she didn’t look extremely tired. The girl visibly had a little strength to hold herself up and all she would do is slow him down. And besides, based on the scandalous things he had done to the Italian mafia in the past, they would shoot him down even if he masks himself behind her. “We need to get out of here” Placebo said to the staggering man at the door, before walking over to collect the rest of the weapons from a shelf in the farthest corner of the room.

He went over to the bed and lied down, putting his hand on his eyes to force his eyes to shut. With his eyes closed, Colton’s mind started to wander. He was thinking of all the scenarios of what would go down tomorrow. What would he do after she shows up? This wasn’t part of the plan, but this could be. He would take her away and keep her safe, all the while taunting Henri that he just lost his most precious daughter. Colton would need to increase security then. Henri and Raphael wouldn’t just stay quiet. This could lead into a full blown war, but who cares? His company would care. His family would be outraged. He was supposed to take down Henri Ascott quietly and stealthily. Not like this.

Heavy. Oppressive. Unfamiliar. For the first time in decades— I wasn’t in control. I looked back at the screen. At her. At him. At what they had become. “…This isn’t over,” I said quietly. Because if the world was shifting— Then I would shift with it. Adapt. Manipulate. Destroy if necessary. My eyes hardened. “Prepare contingency plans.” A pause. “Activate Cindy.” Because if Sam was their weapon— Then I needed one of my own.

“I came up with a plan B in case they decide to counter-attack. I suggest a confusion tactic. When they decide to counter our attack, we attack the now vulnerable palace through another route that is least guarded,” I couldn't possibly tell Shadowvale Clara had trusted me with that information. He'd seek her for himself… Not on my watch. “What makes you think the Mansion will be vulnerable “? He asked, inciting a reason to think. After I had stood for some minutes pondering it struck me like a bolt of lightning. Fight of contingency. It is a war term my father had told me when I was much younger.

"Of course it worked. My plans always work. Do you know why? Because I think ahead. Always ahead. Ten steps, twenty steps—sometimes a hundred steps ahead of everyone else." He boasted. Onika's eyes narrowed. Understanding dawned on her face. "You told them. You told Elder Isaiah where to find us. You—" "Naturally." Belarie's smile was sharp. "I planned that ambush as a contingency. Just in case you all somehow managed to escape the Ember Sanctum—which, against all odds, you did. But I'm a man of contingencies upon contingencies, Onika. I have plans A through Z. Every angle is covered." He paced the chamber, his hands animated, almost giddy.

Richard added a personal note. The handwriting was unmistakably his, precise and controlled even while issuing threats: "Since you survived the facility and demonstrated capabilities beyond my initial projections, let's make this interesting. The cathedral contains multiple fail-safes designed specifically to counter your evolved abilities. Suppression fields, artificial consciousness that can resist mental manipulation, structural configurations that limit mobility and tactical options." "You'll be walking into a trap you fully understand. I'm not even pretending otherwise. The question is whether you're willing to risk everyone you care about to attempt stopping me anyway."