The Dark Knight Calling All Creative People: Write Scenes that YOU'D Want to see in The Dark Knight!

[mc_lovin]

STOTCH....

that's mad funny! too bad it won't be in the movie.

 

[mc_lovin]

I honestly didn't like it. "Show's over, Bozo?" Even Spidey wouldn't say something that wack.

thanx. but i really don't care about who likes what or doesn't like what.

 

[mc_lovin]

it's pretty good.

would Anothy Michael Hall character be called AMH? you think?

 

[DeathRaven]

Here is a scene: (Anthony Michael Hall is obessive reporter for batman)

AMH: i need to meet batman. im just so obsessed.

Voice: What?!

AMH: Please, you dont understand. i NEED to meet him.

Voice: well, so do i but im not dying for it.

AMH: fine,......fine. then, then ill make a deal with you

Voice: .......

AMH: ill let you "meet" Mr. Dent.

Voice. and how is this.?

AMH: im a reporter. i can make appoinments with him. ill let you be the reporter and "interview" him.

Voice: now your talking my language boy! (we now see its joker)

AMH: wait, its not thet easy

Joker: What!! (angry look on his face.)

AMH: remember, i said its a deal. so waht do you say?

Joker: look,.....you know i just cant just make "appointents" with the bat like you. i have to cause some trouble for him to even show up!

AMH: is it a deal or not?

Joker: um, uh, oo, ah..... suurreee......we have a deal now boy!

(they reach together to shake hands and Joker has a taser button and his hand and tases AMH. Joker starts to laugh laugh loudy and AMh gives off a little chuckle. right when he does, Joker violently pulls AMH to him face to face.)

Joker: if you dont get me harvey i swear i will kill you and your whole family! you understand me!

(AMH nods with a terrified look on his face)

Joker: good! the deal is set.

(just as AMH is leaving Joker calls him.)

Joker: you know, when you meet batman and i "meet" harv, we should arrange a double date.

(Joker starts to laugh like crazy while AMHis leaving)

AMH: what. have. i. done?
END SCENE.

what do you guys think?

Not bad, gives motivation for each character but could use a bit of work. But not bad, I liked it.

 

[SpinyNorman]

[The scene is a broken-down funhouse. There are holes in the ceilings and roof, with gray rusty rainwater pouring through in rivers. The mirrors are rusted over and the wooden displays are rotting. Everything is brown and gray and black, with the occasional splash of color as the peeling paint from a display refuses to leave. Through one of the holes in the roof a shadow quickly and silently descends, then vanishes into the darkness. We cut to another scene and see a figure slowly emerge. It is Batman. He looks about carefully, then continues on into the funhouse.]

[Suddenly there’s a squall of feedback as an ancient PA system jumps to life in the ceiling. Batman shrinks to the floor, looking about.]

VOICE: Heh. I guess this is mike is a little bit live, huh? [Chuckles softly, which fade into silence.]

[Silence. Batman takes out his nightvision scanner and scans the premises. Jumbles of old walkways hang up close to the roof. There’s an old glass booth at the far back. But besides that, nothing moves. He walks forward, snaking through the ruins. Enormous clowns with gaping mouths tower over him, dancing elephants with ancient paper-mache skins watch him with runny eyes. It’s then that we hear a soft, quiet breathing over the PA that fills the entire room. Batman scans the area again, finds nothing. He steps over the decayed remains of an old animatronic pirate.]

VOICE: The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things.

[Batman snakes back into the shadows. His arm guards whir and buzz and a shruiken pops into his hand, but there is nothing to throw it at.]

VOICE: Of shoes, and ships, and sailing wax, and cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings… But you don’t strike me as much of a talker, anyways. Strong, silent type. Maybe a little dumb, a little dull. But maybe not. Maybe not.

[Batman pops out the grappling hook, shoots it into the ceiling, and vanishes among the scaffolding up top.]

VOICE: Impressive trick. I have a few tricks of my own, you know.

[Batman scans the area again. There is nothing. The place is a graveyard of smiling faces and laughing mouths, eyeless, tongueless, colorless.]

[Cut to another point of view, this one in infrared. It is a view of the funhouse, but it zeroes in on Batman’s heat signal.]

VOICE: [singing] I seeeee yooouuu…

[Batman crawls forwards among the metal jungle in the roof, still looking, still scanning.]

VOICE: I spy… With my little eye… Something that starts with the letter… dead.

[A gunshot rings out – the scaffolding next to Batman bursts, lurching forward, and he tumbles down, bringing down several yards of roofing with him.]

VOICE: [laughs] I told you I could see you. Don’t you listen? But no. You don’t listen. I do, though. I pay very close attention, honey. I pay very close attention, indeed. I looked. I saw. I took note. And then acted. People have to see. They have to see. I must make them.

[Batman, groaning with pain, struggles to escape the wreckage. He clambers to his feet and collapses next to a mirror.]

VOICE: You saw. You saw what I saw. But you didn’t do what I’m doing. That, I gotta confess, is a little bit confusing to me over here. Put my old noodle into overdrive, yeah, I sure did. I got to see this, I thought. I gotta see what this is. And now I’m seeing, ain’t I?

[Batman takes the batarang and flings it at the glass booth. The glass shatters, revealing a figure in black with a white face and green hair. He points the grappling gun at it, fires into the roof, and soars forwards, cape billowing behind him, tackling the figure. It collapses beneath him – a dummy, made of straw, with a paper bag face and goofy, painted smile.]

VOICE: Boy, you sure move quick on a first date. There’s just no romance in this modern world of ours, no sir. Pull a thing like that today and you’re liable to get, well… maced.

[The paper bag head explodes, sending confetti with the words SURPRISE and OUCH! on it everywhere along with a fine spray of gas. Batman cries out, swatting at his eyes and face, then rolls and drops back to the ground below where he clutches his eyes. The voice cackles above him.]

VOICE: Papa spank! That’s what happens when you try and open your presents early. Take a look at the world through that set of eyes, and see what I see. Come on, then. See what I see.

[Batman reaches down into his belt, takes out a plastic flask, and sprays it into his eyes. His panting stops and soon he blinks, ridding himself of the pain.]

VOICE: Oh, shucks. I should have thought that you’d have something to help that, since you run into the cops so often. …maybe I should’ve put C-4 in my head instead. Though that would have made our little rendezvous a little shorter.

BATMAN: [whispers] Bastard…

[Batman shrinks back underneath the cover of the booth overhead. He ducks his head out once, twice, and spots a niche high up on the far wall. He spots a shine of light reflecting off of something hidden in a gap in the wall. He sits and thinks, and reaches back behind his belt.]

[Cut to another shot. It’s of the funhouse again, but the camera is moving, heading left, and into view comes the long, thick barrel of a high powered rifle, hidden in the niche in the wall. The Joker crouches behind it, grinning, a headset-microphone on his head and an expensive pair of thermo-binoculars sitting on the table. He snickers, moves the gun again. Cut to the view outside of the niche. The scope flashes faintly in the light.]

VOICE: Once could say we’re victims. Victims of this city. Pushed around, pushed down, back and forth and back and forth, until one day we just up and decide that we don’t care for the shape of things and did something about it. But we’re not. We’re not victims. I know that. Do you?

[Batman readies himself, holding something in his hand.]

VOICE: I know that we were gods waiting to happen. But why aren’t you on my side? Why ain’tcha doin’ what I’m doin’? I gotta know, honey. I gotta know.

[Batman flings himself out and hurls a small flashbomb up at the niche in the wall. The Joker fires, punching a hole in the wall behind Batman, when suddenly the flashbomb goes off and the world turns white. Screaming, the Joker tumbles out of his cover and falls to the ground with a grunt. Batman races over to him. Joker leaps to his feet, winding between the rubble, as three batarangs land around him. Batman takes out his grapple, fires into the wall over Joker and soars forward again, but lands too late as the Joker flies through the exit out.]

JOKER: [breathing heavily] Shucks.

[He runs off into the rain as the door buckles once, twice, and then Batman kicks it down and lunges after him.]

 

[Watson]

Here is a scene: (Anthony Michael Hall is obessive reporter for batman)

AMH: i need to meet batman. im just so obsessed.

Voice: What?!

AMH: Please, you dont understand. i NEED to meet him.

Voice: well, so do i but im not dying for it.

AMH: fine,......fine. then, then ill make a deal with you

Voice: .......

AMH: ill let you "meet" Mr. Dent.

Voice. and how is this.?

AMH: im a reporter. i can make appoinments with him. ill let you be the reporter and "interview" him.

Voice: now your talking my language boy! (we now see its joker)

AMH: wait, its not thet easy

Joker: What!! (angry look on his face.)

AMH: remember, i said its a deal. so waht do you say?

Joker: look,.....you know i just cant just make "appointents" with the bat like you. i have to cause some trouble for him to even show up!

AMH: is it a deal or not?

Joker: um, uh, oo, ah..... suurreee......we have a deal now boy!

(they reach together to shake hands and Joker has a taser button and his hand and tases AMH. Joker starts to laugh laugh loudy and AMh gives off a little chuckle. right when he does, Joker violently pulls AMH to him face to face.)

Joker: if you dont get me harvey i swear i will kill you and your whole family! you understand me!

(AMH nods with a terrified look on his face)

Joker: good! the deal is set.

(just as AMH is leaving Joker calls him.)

Joker: you know, when you meet batman and i "meet" harv, we should arrange a double date.

(Joker starts to laugh like crazy while AMHis leaving)

AMH: what. have. i. done?
END SCENE.

what do you guys think?

The line following the stage direction seems redundant. Otherwise not bad

 

[CFE]

I'll bring mine up again to see what everyone thinks...It's a simple scene as well...

HARVEY DENT (V.O.):
Our city has suffered for far too long…

FADE TO:

EXT: - GOTHAM CITY HALL

HARVEY DENT:
Her citizens deserve salvation…they demand it…

CUT TO:

CU – HARVEY DENT

Standing at a podium, with a large “I Believe in Harvey Dent” banister hanging behind him, HARVEY DENT acknowledges the crowd.

HARVEY DENT:
And as a man of my word, I plan to make good on my promise…

CUT TO:

Sitting behind Dent on the stage is Assistant DA RACHEL DAWES. She smiles slightly at Dent’s words.

HARVEY DENT (CONT.):
To rid this city of the superstitious and cowardly underworld…

As Rachel listens, she glances up and does a small double take to the roof of a nearby skyscraper.

BEAT

CUT TO:

Distant on a rooftop above the rally, BATMAN stands in silhouette backlit by the moon.

BEAT

CUT TO:

CU – HARVEY DENT

HARVEY DENT:
There reign is over…

CUT TO:

WS

The Crowd cheers for Harvey as a small batch of red, white and blue balloons are released into the air.

CUT TO:

Turning her attention back, Rachel looks on and slowly smiles. She stands and joins the crowd in giving Dent a round of applause.

CUT TO:

MS

Harvey waves to the crowd, then turns to camera to look over his shoulder, acknowledging Rachel with a smile.

CUT TO:

Rachel returns the gesture as she continues clapping.

BEAT

As Dent turns back to the crowd off screen, Rachel looks back up to the roof.

BEAT

CUT TO:

Batman is no longer standing on the roof...his perch is unoccupied.

BEAT

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CFE

CFE

 

[Watson]

I like it, but I'm wondering how many political rallies would take place at night. Love the idea of Batman watching over it all though.

also

HARVEY DENT:
Their reign is over…

fixed!

 

[CFE]

I'm thinking early evening...like Batman stopped at the rally first before moving onto his patrol from the rest of the night.

But thank you nonetheless.

CFE

 

[Watson]

ah gotchya. sounds good then

 

[CFE]

since I'm going to school for my bachelors in filmmaking and screenwriting, I appreciate it a lot

CFE

 

[Watson]

no worries. I write as well (though not much lately) so I know how imporant feedback is.

 

[CFE]

Yeah...

in fact, if you want...

http://www.batmanfanfilms.com/scripts/?fanscript=2

Here's one of the other Batman scripts I've written.

CFE

 

[Watson]

oh wow, i honestly wish I had the time to read that but school owns my a** these days I'm afraid. But if I get the chance I will add comments to the review section.

The couple pages I got through were good though. I would only recomend that you examine where you could tighten the monologue up a bit (it seemed a little exsposition heavy to me...let the audience figure out who he is). But the dialogue and directions were all plausible and well written. Intersting camera direction too, it would be neat to see that played out.

 

[Jakk]

[The scene is a broken-down funhouse. There are holes in the ceilings and roof, with gray rusty rainwater pouring through in rivers. The mirrors are rusted over and the wooden displays are rotting. Everything is brown and gray and black, with the occasional splash of color as the peeling paint from a display refuses to leave. Through one of the holes in the roof a shadow quickly and silently descends, then vanishes into the darkness. We cut to another scene and see a figure slowly emerge. It is Batman. He looks about carefully, then continues on into the funhouse.]

[Suddenly there’s a squall of feedback as an ancient PA system jumps to life in the ceiling. Batman shrinks to the floor, looking about.]

VOICE: Heh. I guess this is mike is a little bit live, huh? [Chuckles softly, which fade into silence.]

[Silence. Batman takes out his nightvision scanner and scans the premises. Jumbles of old walkways hang up close to the roof. There’s an old glass booth at the far back. But besides that, nothing moves. He walks forward, snaking through the ruins. Enormous clowns with gaping mouths tower over him, dancing elephants with ancient paper-mache skins watch him with runny eyes. It’s then that we hear a soft, quiet breathing over the PA that fills the entire room. Batman scans the area again, finds nothing. He steps over the decayed remains of an old animatronic pirate.]

VOICE: The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things.

[Batman snakes back into the shadows. His arm guards whir and buzz and a shruiken pops into his hand, but there is nothing to throw it at.]

VOICE: Of shoes, and ships, and sailing wax, and cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings… But you don’t strike me as much of a talker, anyways. Strong, silent type. Maybe a little dumb, a little dull. But maybe not. Maybe not.

[Batman pops out the grappling hook, shoots it into the ceiling, and vanishes among the scaffolding up top.]

VOICE: Impressive trick. I have a few tricks of my own, you know.

[Batman scans the area again. There is nothing. The place is a graveyard of smiling faces and laughing mouths, eyeless, tongueless, colorless.]

[Cut to another point of view, this one in infrared. It is a view of the funhouse, but it zeroes in on Batman’s heat signal.]

VOICE: [singing] I seeeee yooouuu…

[Batman crawls forwards among the metal jungle in the roof, still looking, still scanning.]

VOICE: I spy… With my little eye… Something that starts with the letter… dead.

[A gunshot rings out – the scaffolding next to Batman bursts, lurching forward, and he tumbles down, bringing down several yards of roofing with him.]

VOICE: [laughs] I told you I could see you. Don’t you listen? But no. You don’t listen. I do, though. I pay very close attention, honey. I pay very close attention, indeed. I looked. I saw. I took note. And then acted. People have to see. They have to see. I must make them.

[Batman, groaning with pain, struggles to escape the wreckage. He clambers to his feet and collapses next to a mirror.]

VOICE: You saw. You saw what I saw. But you didn’t do what I’m doing. That, I gotta confess, is a little bit confusing to me over here. Put my old noodle into overdrive, yeah, I sure did. I got to see this, I thought. I gotta see what this is. And now I’m seeing, ain’t I?

[Batman takes the batarang and flings it at the glass booth. The glass shatters, revealing a figure in black with a white face and green hair. He points the grappling gun at it, fires into the roof, and soars forwards, cape billowing behind him, tackling the figure. It collapses beneath him – a dummy, made of straw, with a paper bag face and goofy, painted smile.]

VOICE: Boy, you sure move quick on a first date. There’s just no romance in this modern world of ours, no sir. Pull a thing like that today and you’re liable to get, well… maced.

[The paper bag head explodes, sending confetti with the words SURPRISE and OUCH! on it everywhere along with a fine spray of gas. Batman cries out, swatting at his eyes and face, then rolls and drops back to the ground below where he clutches his eyes. The voice cackles above him.]

VOICE: Papa spank! That’s what happens when you try and open your presents early. Take a look at the world through that set of eyes, and see what I see. Come on, then. See what I see.

[Batman reaches down into his belt, takes out a plastic flask, and sprays it into his eyes. His panting stops and soon he blinks, ridding himself of the pain.]

VOICE: Oh, shucks. I should have thought that you’d have something to help that, since you run into the cops so often. …maybe I should’ve put C-4 in my head instead. Though that would have made our little rendezvous a little shorter.

BATMAN: [whispers] Bastard…

[Batman shrinks back underneath the cover of the booth overhead. He ducks his head out once, twice, and spots a niche high up on the far wall. He spots a shine of light reflecting off of something hidden in a gap in the wall. He sits and thinks, and reaches back behind his belt.]

[Cut to another shot. It’s of the funhouse again, but the camera is moving, heading left, and into view comes the long, thick barrel of a high powered rifle, hidden in the niche in the wall. The Joker crouches behind it, grinning, a headset-microphone on his head and an expensive pair of thermo-binoculars sitting on the table. He snickers, moves the gun again. Cut to the view outside of the niche. The scope flashes faintly in the light.]

VOICE: Once could say we’re victims. Victims of this city. Pushed around, pushed down, back and forth and back and forth, until one day we just up and decide that we don’t care for the shape of things and did something about it. But we’re not. We’re not victims. I know that. Do you?

[Batman readies himself, holding something in his hand.]

VOICE: I know that we were gods waiting to happen. But why aren’t you on my side? Why ain’tcha doin’ what I’m doin’? I gotta know, honey. I gotta know.

[Batman flings himself out and hurls a small flashbomb up at the niche in the wall. The Joker fires, punching a hole in the wall behind Batman, when suddenly the flashbomb goes off and the world turns white. Screaming, the Joker tumbles out of his cover and falls to the ground with a grunt. Batman races over to him. Joker leaps to his feet, winding between the rubble, as three batarangs land around him. Batman takes out his grapple, fires into the wall over Joker and soars forward again, but lands too late as the Joker flies through the exit out.]

JOKER: [breathing heavily] Shucks.

[He runs off into the rain as the door buckles once, twice, and then Batman kicks it down and lunges after him.]

Dude, great job, I love it...... Perfect moment when the joker isn't as funny as usually, but still is in his odd way.. Need something like this ni the movie, though I doubt it'll happen.

What's CFE anyways?

 

[CFE]

Honestly, how people can't put two and two together is beyond me...*sigh*

ComicFilmExpert =

CFE

 

[MaskedManJRK]

SPINYNORMAN: Your scenes with Joker/Rachel and Joker/Batman are amazing. I love, hate, and envy you at the same time. Kudos.

 

[Why Are You Crouching Spock?]

(the dark knight logo no text)

(ARKHAM ASYLUM 2 YEARS AGO)

A single yet direct light source beams down A man in a cowering on chair in a fetal like position a sharp contrast of shadow and light,his head bent over, his hands tightly clenching the crown of his bushy head, a quite whisper of murmurs as he rocks back and fourth like a child on swing.

The camera angle changes, in the corner of the room sits another man, but he appears calm, with his legs crossed, his hand on his lap, a silver suitcase by his side, it is clearly Dr Crane, but his appearance slightly differs, his hair much shorter, he does not move, like a statue he observes.

(fade out/fade in)

A close up of a silver cover, the suitcase clicks, a few seconds pause, then abruptly the cover is raised, the contents are partially seen, Dr Cran takes a syringe from a compact line needles held in some sort of sachet.

The camera quickly pans over in sync with his hand, it grabs a clowns mask which is removed from camera almost immediate as it comes into view.

(fade out/fade in)

A finger pings a syringe as it spits a little line of fluid vertically into the hair, the camera is looking from behinds cranes shoulder, but the man in the chair can clearly be seen from upper right of the screen, as crane moves towards him, the dark blackness of his body covers the screen.

(fade out)

Screams repeated, the screams repeating becomes increasingly faster, the man starts to lagh as he can clearly be heard gasping for breath, the screams turns to manic laghter

(abrupt silence)

(GOTHAM PRESENT DAY)

 

[SpinyNorman]

SPINYNORMAN: Your scenes with Joker/Rachel and Joker/Batman are amazing. I love, hate, and envy you at the same time. Kudos.

Thanks. I always was sorta good at writing psychos.

 

[SpinyNorman]

eeeeeegnore

 

[Killing Joke926]

[Rachel is seated on the ground, blindfolded, hands behind her back. She looks around blindly, stifling tears.]

RACHEL: [terrified] Where am I?

VOICE: [off camera] Oh, you’re over in that general direction, I suppose. Ah-heh.

RACHEL: What? I… I don’t… Where am I?

VOICE:A place. It’s much like any other place. Except that with this place, well, it’s a place you don’t really want to be in. But you are. You’re here, babe, and that’s trouble for you, yes, ma’am, it is. Ah-heh-heh.

RACHEL: [quiet] W… what are you going to do to me?

VOICE: That’s not the question. No, no, that’s not the question at all. See, hon, my honey-gal, the real question is, how am I going to get out of this place I sure as hell don’t want to be in? Ah? Ah-heh. Whuddya-say?

RACHEL: [begins crying silently]

VOICE: What! What are those? Whatcha doin’ there? This isn’t a greenhouse, honey, my little honey-doll, we don’t need water. We aren’t asking you for water at all. [The voice grows closer. Purple gloved hands reach in from out of frame, fingers stiff and apart, and caress the air around Rachel’s face, unable to touch, torn between strangling and stroking.]

VOICE: [whisper] Are we?

RACHEL: You’re going to kill me.

VOICE: Oh. Oh, honey. I’m going to kill everyone eventually. I’m going to kill every goddamn person on this goddamn earth, yes, ma’am. Man, woman, and child. Children and women first, though. [chuckles] I am a gentleman. [composes itself] But I don’t want that. I don’t want that right now.

RACHEL: What do you want, then?

[silence]

RACHEL: Hello? Hello? [becoming more frightened] Are you there? Hello! HELLO!

VOICE: [quietly] Names.

RACHEL: [sobbing] What?

VOICE: I want names. I want a name, specifically. His.

RACHEL: Whose?

[silence]

RACHEL: Whose?

VOICE: You know whose.

RACHEL: You… You mean B-

VOICE: [furious] DON’T SAY IT! DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!

Rachel is quiet.

VOICE: He’s just a man. Just a goddamn man. Just a bit of meat and bone with the innard-bits and footsies, fingers and hands, eyesies and a lot of balls and a damn cape. That’s all he is. [turning to others in the room] THAT’S ALL HE IS, DO YOU HEAR ME!

[silence for a few moments]

RACHEL: They were right. They were right. You are crazy. You are.

[The figure sits down next to her on the floor, Indian-style. He considers her for a moment, then gently reaches around and undoes her blindfold. Rachel blinks, then gasps and looks away, trying to crawl backwards, but cannot. The Joker leans in, his face grave and solemn, eyes lost in their black sockets, and two long, thick scars that extend back from the corner of his mouth almost to his ears. They have been slathered with lipstick.]

JOKER: [calmly] No.

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: No, I am not insane.

RACHEL: Oh, oh, oh, my God…

JOKER: I’ve just seen more than you. Do you understand that, honey? Do you understand?

RACHEL: Please…

JOKER: Please.

RACHEL: Please, no.

JOKER: Please, no.

RACHEL: God, oh, my God…

JOKER: [smiling now] God, oh, my God. [shakes his head] Listen, hon… [his face is suddenly furious. He grabs her by the shoulder and leans forward and whispers into her ear.] I have seen the great red hunger. I have seen the things that live in the horizon of your nightmares, I have seen them stretched on black sands underneath red moons, and I pulled their knees apart and looked at what hid in between their legs and laughed and buried my face in them.

RACHEL: God…

JOKER: I’ve dug stars out of the skies with jawbones and danced with things that don’t have names, and I am going to show you what I’ve seen, girly-girl, I am going to show you what I’ve seen, what’s right underneath the surface of all of this…

RACHEL: Oh, my God…

JOKER: …and if I have to pull this town up by the roots, by the plumbing and the cellars and the foundations of every church and bank and courthouse in this damn town, I will. If I have to take a pair of pliers and pull the skin off of your face –

RACHEL: No!

JOKER: …the cartlidge and the ligaments and little strings of muscle-

RACHEL: God, please, no!

JOKER: -just to show what’s down there, I will. Now, hon, now, my girly-girl, my little queen, my honey-bear, you’re going to tell me something. You’re going to TELL me that name I want. You’re going to say just ONE or TWO words or else I swear to God, I swear to every god you can find in the night sky, the things I’ve seen will look like DRUNKEN BLISS to the things I’m going to do to you.

[Rachel is trembling, choking back tears. Joker composes himself again. He cradles her head in his hands and looks at her kindly.]

JOKER. Now. That name please. The name.

That's a great piece you've got there. I plan to write my own scene in due time, but I have one too many things going on at the momment. I'm curious, what material did your read to get into the character depth of the Joker? I say that because I'd don't know anyone who could possibly think up all that from the top of their heads, especially someone so complicated and advanced yet in a way of a clingy/upbeat "V" (V for Vendetta) like your Joker.

 

[Drunken Savior]

XX - Wayne Penthouse - Harvey Dent's Re-Election Party

The crowd is alive bustling with pride over the reward for their work. HARVEY DENT, full of pride, basks in the glow. He has not let his friends down and the celebration is for all the hard work they have done. As he leans against a banquet table, holding a champagne flute filled with Gotham's most expensive champagne as BRUCE WAYNE stands next to him.

BRUCE WAYNE (holding up his own flute)
Congratulations Harvey.

HARVEY DENT
Thank you, Bruce. We did it.

BRUCE WAYNE
We did.

(Bruce Wayne clinks his glass against Harvey's, whom is more interested in relaxing from weeks of campaigning than celebrating. This party is for all those who believed in Harvey Dent. Not Harvey himself. Then we hear a gunshot, muffled, off screen. Harvey is alert. Bruce is ready for whatever might come. Three gunshots rock the door to the penthouse, all the guests are alarmed. One kick and we see debris and smoke from the other rooms enter the penthouse. Three small goons, wearing clown masks enter, taking position and eyeing the guests for any threats. Then he enters. The clown prince of crime, the Joker, in a grand celebration worthy of any entertainer.)

JOKER
Gotham! You look wonderful.

(The JOKER turns and looks at the closest person to him, a young volunteer. He cracks a smile and raises his hand)

JOKER
Nothing up my sleeve!

(With a flick, a knife exits through Joker's wrist and drives itself deep into the sternum of the man.)

JOKER
Don't act so shocked. You all worked for a politician!

(The JOKER laughs. BRUCE WAYNE slips into the next room and puts on...the costume)

JOKER
I come here offering a trade. Your lovely DA for your city's protector, the Batman.

(It's then BRUCE WAYNE re-enters the room, dressed in a clear poncho. Both of his hands are behind his back.)

BRUCE WAYNE
Joker!

JOKER
That's-(He turns to see Bruce Wayne) Me?

(The room is silent. You can see the clear confusion on everyone's face)

BRUCE WAYNE
You like Huey Lewis and the News?

HARVEY DENT
Bruce!

(Bruce holds one of his his hands up, silencing HARVEY. He's got this under control. The Joker does not respond. Bruce looks back to the Joker and puts his hand behind his back)

BRUCE WAYNE
Their early work was a little too New Wave for my taste. But then Sports came out in 1983, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically.

JOKER
You're Bruce Wayne?

BRUCE WAYNE
(Ignorign him, continuing)
The whole album has a clear, crisp sound and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that gives the songs a big boost.

(BRUCE WAYNE approaches the Joker, whom is quite injoying the insanity unfold before him)

BRUCE WAYNE
He's been compared to ELvis Costello but I think Huey has a more bitter, cynical sense of humor.

JOKER
Is that a raincoat?

BRUCE WAYNE
Yes it is!

(Bruce Waynes eyes widen as he swing a clear Axe, the blade shaped like a bat, over and deep into the Jokers shoulder, cleaving him and crippling him. Everyone cheers. Adam West enters with a blag of Flaming Hot Cheetos and dances...badly)

[SCENE!]

 

[Cornfred]

Joker stares at rachel, knife touching her mouth. She looks scared, but calm.

Joker: "So now tell me...ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight....ON WEED?"

LOL




Batman: Why did you kill that guy
Joker:F*** YOU!
Batman: Ok then
*Joker starts to masterbate with his permawhite penis*
*Gordon Walks In*
Gordon:Jesus F***ING CHRIST
Joker:lol doesn't anybody knock anymore.

 

[Shoemeister]

LOL




Batman: Why did you kill that guy
Joker:F*** YOU!
Batman: Ok then
*Joker starts to masterbate with his permablack penis*
*Gordon Walks In*
Gordon:Jesus F***ING CHRIST
Joker:lol doesn't anybody knock anymore.

Fixed.

 

[Darkness Falls]

The End Of flass
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Flass walks into a alleyway, he is eating
he keeps walking when he sees someone in the darkness

The man in the darkness giggles

Flass: What's your deal crackhead

He continues to giggle

Flass: come into the light where i can see you

He steps into of to reveal the joker

(flass stares across at joker as if he has seen a ghost)

Flass drops his food

Flass: What the $^&W

Flass runs
The joker pulls out a knife and throws it
It nails flass in the left leg
The joker walks over to flass who is moaning from the pain

Joker:You're not smiling detective

he pulls out a joker card with a razor sharp blade around the card
and slits flass's throat

he drags Flass back into the shadows

the screen is black we hear the jokers laugh while the relflective light on the knife going in all directions ( Much like in From Hell)

then the next morning gcpd find flass dead with a cut smile laying in a pool of blood with Several "Ha's" cut into him and a joker card