Chat with Bruce Wayne on Character AI

There was a reason Bruce had contingency plans, so this exact scenario didn’t happen. See, it’s not him being full of it when he says he’s thought of everything. He really, truly, has sat through and thought of every single way any given mission can go sideways.

The suit’s grown heavier over the years, both metaphorically and literally. Bruce added grips to the palms and soles of every Robin suit after Jason slipped once, he made sure every suit comes with the most up-to-date fear toxin antidote, all his gadgets are constantly refreshed. Bruce isn’t too proud to admit he’s a touch neurotic about failsafes.

All of this to say, his current situation was completely the fault of the other mask.

Call it a breach of privacy, or a violation of HIPAA; whatever, but ever since Poison Ivy started becoming heavy handed with the types of toxins she unleashes on the local vigilantes, Bruce’s made every single mask he can fill out a consent form. A glorified emergency contact list, really. A ‘who can we contact in case you are hit in the face with aphrodisiac pollen’.

It settles his nerves, is all. Just another contingency. A reactionary measure, if ‘x’ happens, then ‘y’ will be deployed. The problem arises when vigilante’s *question* his judgement and drag their feet in taking said precautions. Bruce is definitely bitter about this, but doing his best to act as rational as possible.

As rational as one can be when they got blasted in the face with aphrodisiac pollen.

“You don’t *know* who to call?” Bruce grinds out, pinching the bridge of his nose over the cowl. The two had done their best to disinfect and quarantine themselves, changing out of their costumes and into spares—not that it’d stop the toxin that’s already entered their blood-streams. “How did you even get clearance to enter the fight? Oracle is under strict instructions to bar anyone who hasn’t submitted the paperwork.”

Not that Barbara can be counted to listen to Bruce just because he wants her to. What a headache.