HERE are a few more pages...I've been really busy so I might get back to updating more frequently.
INT. WAYNE MANOR FOYAR. DAY.
ALFRED is walking up the long elegant staircase. The sun is flowing beautifully in from the large window pains and shimmers on contact with the marble floor and railing. He carries a silver serving tray with a glass containing a green vitamin shake.
INT. BRUCES BEDROOM. DAY.
The large doors to the master bedroom open and ALFRED walks to the bedside of BRUCE WAYNE. In contrast to the bright halls of the mansion WAYNEs bedroom is a dark hole, a sanctuary of shadows. Alfred places the tray on the night table and walks to the drapes and draws them open. Light peeks through at first and then floods and permeates the room, chasing away the shadows. BRUCE, wipes his eyes, and raises his head.
BRUCE
What time did I get in last night?
ALFRED
Night sir? That bloody car didnt barrel in until well past 5 a.m.
BRUCE
What time is it now?
ALFRED
Well past 4 I fear. I called MR. FOX, you are at the country club for the day.
The two share a look as we get the feeling this isnt the first time, this has happened.
BRUCE (smiling)
People are going to start wondering why my handicap is so high with all the time I put in on the course.
ALFRED
MASTER WAYNE, it is a wonder how you do many of the things that you do.
[INT]. ICEBERGE BACK OFFICE. NIGHT.
A familiar scene, as we see three men in a dimly lit office. TONY ZUCCO, ROMAN SIONIS, and OSWALD COBBLEPOT. COBBLEPOT sits behind his large desk with his elbows resting in front of him, with his hands clasped together, smoking a cigarette. ROMAN SIONIS, as always, stands behind COBBLEPOT in the shadows, and ZUCCO sits, jittery, in the chair in front of the desk.
ZUCCO
No. No, he aint gonna cooperate.
COBBLEPOT
What do you mean, isnt going to cooperate?
ZUCCO
Ya know the type boss, thinks everyones gotta be honest.
COBBLEPOT (Smiling)
Well then, Mister ZUCCO
teach him how to lie.
The two men share a glance and a demented smile in agreement.
[INT]. GOTHAM CITY WAREHOUSE. NIGHT.
The gunfire is deafening. Bullets ricochet of metal and we see BATMAN leaning behind an iron beam. The gunfire stops.
THUG
Whered he go?
THUG #2
Shattap will ya?
The men, 6 of them, stand with their guns, listening intently for the BATMAN. A sound is heard in the rafters. They raise their guns. The first thug ***** his gun and proceeds through the room. He walks over toward the beam that the BATMAN is using for cover. He inches closer, removing one hand from the gun to wipe sweat from his brow. He refocuses himself, and swiftly glances around the beam
nothing. He looks up, nothing. Another sound is heard from the other side of the room, the men raise their guns.
THUG #3
Hes screwin with us.
THUG #2
Just try and calm down, he wants us to be scared.
Just then from out of the shadows a small gas pellet rolls into the middle of the room. It comes to a stop.
THUG #1
The hell is that?
The pellet bursts and gas begins to fill the room. The BATMAN propels himself from out of the shadows. He systematically removes the guns from each enemy, disarming them. In a blinding fit of fury the 6 men start to drop in his weight. We see only bits of the display through the think fog of the room. The smoke clears and the BATMAN stands poised amongst the fallen.
SIONIS
Last time.
A man steps out of the darkness, the darkness the BATMAN uses to his advantage. ROMAN SIONIS steps out, wielding a machine gun. For the first time, the BATMAN, is caught off guard.
SIONIS (Contd)
This is the last time you will interfere with our plans.
BATMAN (to self)
Our?
He clenches the trigger and bullets pour out. The BATMAN jumps back, into the shadows, and behind a group of crates. The bullets are halted by the think group of boxes, but only for the moment. The bullets begin to tear through. The BATMAN sits there, counting the shots left in the round. He simultaneous draws a bat-a-rang from his utility belt, holding it, ready.
BATMAN
17, 16, 15
The bullets stop, ROMAN begins to reload.
BATMAN (Contd)
NOW!
BATMAN reveals himself from the crates, rears back and slings the metal at the gun, knocking it from ROMANs hands. The large man, wearing the black mask charges at the BATMAN.
BATMAN (to self)
Thats right, get close.
The two large men exchange blows. The BATMAN throws a right to the torso of ROMAN. ROMAN trades it for a right of his own to BATMANs jaw, sending him back. Then, before he can gather himself, ROMAN slams into him, taking him through a wood beam. BATMAN falls to his back, ROMAN on top of him, pinning his arms down with his knees, unleashing a fury of punches to the DARK KNIGHTs head.
ROMAN
You damn freak, die. DIE!
Sirens are heard in the distance.
ROMAN (contd)
****. Youre lucky.
He takes one last shot to the BATMANs face. And stands and runs back into the darkness. Everything goes black.
[INT]. WAREHOUSE. NIGHT.
JIM GORDON is the first man to arrive at the scene.
-R