Even someone who thought fairly highly of themselves like Graber was prone to second guessing themselves in such a stressful situation. Even if he was fairly certain it wasn't the bat who got a hold of his product, it was somebody in a costume, and that was something to tale seriously in what was appearing to be the start of a super-Renaissance- even Metropolis was seeing this gradual rise in vigilantes. At least that was what he saw when he searched through practically every news article from the year that brought this up. He was hoping he was simply over-thinking all of it. He'd hoped that he could be happy just using extra pecuation, but if he didn't have allies, and this defensive plan fell through, he wouldn't stand much of a shot.<br/><br/>He opened a wall safe, hid in the classy behind-the-painting style. He put his eye up to a sensor and the door would unlock. Inside was a briefcase that he had to unlock, and inside that was two phials. Part hobbie, part emergency backup plan. One bright green substance was labeled "V" and an odd purple one was labeled "J". He had taken forever to reproduce these chemicals from scratch- it wasn't like the fear gas where he had a sample to work from. He took the two to his lab to do some work.<br/><br/><br/>He multitasked as he worked on the unique poison and the powerful steroid that both hadn't been seen in Gotham since Batman's days. He was also writing up an e-mail of a vague nature to send to Ms. Fries- a woman who although looked clean to the public eye, most in the know had a hunch was gonna follow in Daddy's footsteps. It was the same kind of messaged he'd just told his men to spread to anyone n power within the crime world. That a mutual alliance was being made for individuals who sought to end a frightful new problem.<br/>He hoped he was making the right decision.