I was bored and did some writing. I know this isn't going to convince anybody but I thought it might be fun to share. I've talked a lot about how I could write a decent Robin intro story. Here are some excerpts from what my version would be like...
(I bet the formatting gets all screwy... apologies in advance)
EXT. GOTHAM, NIGHT
Two-Face comes up with a handgun is about to shoot the boy. Batman chucks a batarang just in time, knocking Two-Faces gun wild as he pulls the trigger. Before Two-Face can curse, Batman grabs the boy and hauls him away on a grapple line.
BOY
You let him get away!
BATMANs eyes narrow. He grunts.
He sets the boy on his feet at the top landing of a back-alley fire escape. The kid is about thirteen, disheveled, wearing the tattered remains of a long coat over a sweater and jeans. Hes a bit grubby, but unmistakably Dick Grayson, from the circus. The two have never met before, but Batman knows about the boy. Bruce Wayne saw it happen.
BATMAN
What were you doing out here?
BOY
Why do you care, anyway?
BATMAN
Its not safe.
BOY
Spare me. I almost had him.
BATMAN
Thats one way to look at it.
BATMANs dry wit is not lost on the boy. For a second it looks as if the kid might cry. BATMAN makes no move to comfort him.
BOY
I just want to be like you, dont you understand that?
BATMAN
Youre too young to make that decision.
The boy looks up; his eyes harden again.
BOY
Yeah? And how old were you?
EXT. GRAVEYARD, NIGHT LONG AGO
A young Bruce kneels in front of his parents grave. There are tears in his eyes but his voice is hard.
BRUCE
What happened to you will never happen again. I promise.
EXT. FIRE ESCAPE PRESENT
BATMAN
Too young.
BOY
Jerk.
The boy clatters down the fire escape, and runs headlong into Batman on the landing below.
BOY
DAMN YOU!
The boy sobs once as he pushes himself away from Batman.
BATMAN
You dont want to be like me. You dont want this life.
BOY
WHAT LIFE? I dont have a life. All I have is this
The boy thumps his stomach.
BOY (continuing)
And if you cant understand that, then youre right, I dont want to be like you. Get outta my way.
BATMAN
Youre going to get yourself killed.
BOY
Does it look like I care?
INT. WAYNE MANOR, NIGHT LONG AGO
ALFRED is on the phone. The house is empty and full of echoes, the furniture ghostly, covered in drop cloths.
ALFRED
Master Bruce, youre going to get yourself killed.
INT. CARGO SHIP, LONG AGO
A grown, but still fresh-faced Bruce Wayne sits in darkness, but for the blue glow of his cellphone.
BRUCE
Maybe thats what I want, Alfred.
ALFRED (OC)
You dont mean that.
BRUCE
Probably not. I just wanted to let you know Im okay. Ill be in touch.
INT. WAYNE MANOR, NIGHT LONG AGO
ALFRED
When?
The line goes dead.
ALFRED
Damn.
EXT. FIRE ESCAPE, NIGHT - PRESENT
BATMAN
Alright, kid, come on.
INT. BATCAVE - LATER
BRUCE and DICK are wearing fencing gear. DICK is walking on his hands.
DICK
Youre going to show me how to be like you, right?
BRUCE
Stand up straight.
DICK
I am standing up straight.
BRUCE
On your feet.
DICK
You didnt say that.
BRUCE, unamused, gives DICK a jab with his foil, and the boy collapses like a scarecrow.
DICK
Hey, what the hell?
BRUCE
On your feet. Now.
DICK
That hurt!
BRUCE
A lot of things hurt. Youre going to have to learn to deal with it. Thats the first lesson. Now stand up on your feet and do as I tell you.
DICK
Alright, alright.
BRUCE
The second lesson is, ALWAYS do as I tell you.
DICK
What if I dont?
BRUCE
You end up on your ass.
DICK
Gotcha.
The two fence. BRUCE walks DICK through the basic moves, then starts using more complicated moves. DICK is creative and counters well. Then BRUCE kicks his legs out from under him and points the foil at DICKs chest. BRUCE unmasks himself.
DICK
Ow! You cheated!
BRUCE
Real fights arent fair. Life isnt fair.
DICK pulls off his own mask.
DICK
How am I supposed to beat you if you dont play by the rules?
BRUCE
You arent.
DICK begins to cry. He doesnt sob, doesnt hide his face. But tears trickle from the corners of his eyes.
DICK
Bastard.
BRUCE makes no response. But he moves the foil away from DICKs chest, and DICK sits up.
DICK
I miss them, Bruce.
BRUCE
Get up.
DICK
But
BRUCE
Get up! You have no time for pain. Keep fighting.
DICK
I dont want
BRUCE is transformed. To appearances, he is still BRUCE, but the voice and eyes belong to BATMAN.
BRUCE
THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED! YOU CHOSE THIS. YOU CHOSE ME! GET UP!
DICK
Jesus, youre scaring me
ALFRED steps in and helps the boy up.
ALFRED
I wonder if I might have a word with you, Master Bruce.
BRUCE follows him off a short distance from the training area.
ALFRED
Dont you think youre being a bit harsh on the lad?
BRUCE
I dont have time for pain, Alfred. I dont have time for fear.
ALFRED
Thats Dick Grayson in there, sir, not Bruce Wayne.
BRUCE
Theyre the same, Alfred.
ALFRED
The same, sir, and different.
BRUCE
Not different enough.
ALFRED
Do you suppose youre being a bit selfish, sir, what youre doing to him? What youre willing him to become?
BRUCE
Selfish, Alfred? I dont want him here. I tried to tell him he didnt want this. He convinced me.
ALFRED
Have it your way, then.
BRUCE
I made a promise, Alfred. To them. It wouldnt happen again. But it did.
ALFRED
You cant save them all, sir.
BRUCE
Then let me save one.
INT. BATCAVE WEEKS LATER
DICK and BRUCE are practicing with staves.
BRUCE drives hard, hes bigger and stronger than DICK but the boy is fast and athletic. He nimbly dodges back and lets BRUCE make a strong attack. DICK drops to the ground and lets the staff swing over him, then goes into a forward somersault and comes up standing behind BRUCE before he can recover his attack posture, and knocks his legs out from under him. BRUCE lands hard.
DICK
Gotcha.
BRUCE
Not bad.
DICK
Just like Robin Hood.
The boy is proud. And he has reason to be. He stands back, grinning, as BRUCE regains his feet.
BRUCE
Robin Hood?
DICK
Yeah, it was part of todays lesson with Alfred.
BRUCE
So have you chosen a symbol yet?
DICK
Well
ALFRED
We were thinking about Sir Robin of Locksley, actually.
BRUCE
Were not merry men, Alfred.
ALFRED
Actually, sir, in Old English, the word merry meant mighty.
BRUCE
Ah.
ALFRED
So one might say that you are the merriest man I know.
BRUCE
Right.
ALFRED
After all, Sir Robin was a symbol not unlike yourself. He is a legend meant to give a voice to the underprivileged, the downtrodden. To give hope to the forgotten. To those in power he was an outlaw, but to the common man, he was
well, a hero.
DICK
Batman and Robin.
BRUCE
Ugh, I dont like the way that sounds.
DICK
Come on, its perfect. Its not like Im gonna be wearing stockings and slouch boots.
BRUCE
Jesus.
EXT. GOTHAM, ROOFTOP NIGHT
BATMAN and ROBIN are crouched on a rooftop, each peering through is own pair of binoculars. ROBIN is wearing body armor not unlike BATMANs, but in woodland ranger colors; the arms and legs olive green, black gauntlets like BATMANs, gloves and boots black leather. His cape is black on the outside and brown inside. Above the dark block of his red-tinted goggles, his hair is a messy, spiky swirl.
The one dash of color amid the earthen tones of his armor is the torso, which is blood red, bisected by a gold belt not unlike BATMANs, as though to suggest the red breast of the bird which shares his name.
Through the binocs, they are watching a robbery in progress below.
BATMAN
Go. Just like we talked about.
ROBIN stands, vaults over the ledge.
EXT. GOTHAM, ALLEY NIGHT
Four thugs are moving valuables out the back door of a building.
ROBIN (OC)
Gentlemen.
They stop in mid-progress and look up. Perched on a lamp-post above them is ROBIN. The light beneath him makes his form indistinct to the men below.
ROBIN (continuing)
Im gonna count to three. If you dont drop the goods and run away, theyll have to carry you away. Your choice.
The gang laughs nervously.
ROBIN
One.
LEADER
Hell, ya hear his voice? Its just some kid. Whats he gonna do, tell his mommy?
This earns laughter from his boys.
ROBIN
Two.
LEADER
Cmon, lets move this **** outta here.
His boys mutter their agreement, and continue piling the contraband in the back of their van.
ROBIN
Three. Dont say I didnt warn ya.
ROBIN reaches to the back of his belt, and comes up with a small cylinder that extends into a staff as he launches himself neatly down from the lamp. He lands in the middle of the group, and in a matter of seconds and a crunching of bones, two of them are down; the other two split. One takes off in a run down the alley, the other goes for the driver door of the van. A batarang sticks in his hand and a staff cracks across his head.
ROBIN looks around, but the fourth thug is gone.
ROBIN
Ah, dammit.
EXT. ALLEY MOMENTS LATER
The fourth thug, in a blind run down the darkened alley, runs headfirst into BATMAN. The thug takes a step back and looks up. BATMANs eyes narrow, and with lightning speed he elbows the thug in the neck and punches him in the jaw.
BATMAN drags the fourth thug back to the van and tosses him on the ground in front of ROBIN.
BATMAN
You let one get away.
ROBIN
Id have gotten him.
BATMANs eyes narrow again. He says nothing.
ROBIN (continuing)
Maybe.
BATMAN
No room for maybe. No room for mistakes.
ROBIN
Id have got him.
BATMAN
Maybe.
ROBIN
Yeah, yeah.